"You shouldn't have done that!"
"You should have done that!"
When people imparted their experiences, if they only told the recipient how to choose and what to do, but didn't tell them what would happen if they chose the wrong option or what would happen if they succeeded, it would be hard for them to remember these things.
Just like this moment, a new wave of public opinion was about to be set off. After the initial irrational discussion about the rights and interests of the overseas Federation, people began to treat this issue rationally.
The same thing happened again. How should we face it?
Should we stand up and ask the other party to give us the rights and interests we deserve, or should we pretend that nothing happened and treat it indifferently?
Some people said that this was the best time to push for the "Overseas Security Act", but there was one last key thing missing, and that was comparison.
To make people realize the huge value of the "Overseas Security Act" and its role and significance in the safety of people's property and lives, the whole society would push for this matter with all its might.
While Lynch was reading the newspaper, a phone call came from outside the restaurant.
He glanced at it, and the maid brought the phone over.
Many of the phones in the room had very long lines. This was a phone specially provided for the rich.
The manufacturer used very advanced high-end materials to ensure that these phones were very beautiful, and at the same time, there was a retractable cable reel at the base of the phone.
As long as the phone was held, it could be easily taken away. The cable wouldn't stop people from doing so. It would be pulled out bit by bit from the small hole of the cable.
When the phone call ended, it would be put back in place and the small button would be pressed. The retractable cable would be rewound around the cable reel, and the cable wouldn't be dragged everywhere.
After the maid put down the phone, she retreated out of the restaurant.
As soon as Lynch picked up the phone, the voice on the other side sounded impatient. "Mr. Lynch, I have a business deal here. Are you interested?"
Lynch picked up the napkin and dabbed at the corner of his mouth that didn't have any oil stains. He took out a cigarette box, knocked it out, and put it in his mouth.
With a 'ding' sound, the lighter that was worth millions of yuan produced a flame and lit the cigarette.
When the tobacco leaves were burned by the flames, they made a very strange and crisp sound. It was very faint and almost inaudible.
The lit cigarette butt suddenly lit up, and the fingers holding it seemed to feel a heat radiation.
"What business?"
He breathed out smoke, which drifted in the air invisibly. It slowly floated upwards and finally merged with the air.
The person on the other end of the phone sounded like he was in his thirties. There was an unconcealable pride or arrogance in his tone.
"A big deal!"
With a whoosh, the smoke Lynch spat out was like an arrow, shooting into the distance. He shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know you. You might have hit the wrong person!"
He hung up the phone and picked up the newspaper again. He didn't forget to point at the maid outside the restaurant. "Bring me a cup of coffee. No sugar."
On the other end of the line, a middle-aged man in his thirties stared at the phone in his hand in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Lynch had hung up on him!
After all, he was one of the members of the Duncan family … Although the shares in his hands were barely one in ten thousand.
But this was not the least in the Duncan family. The annual dividends alone were enough for him to squander.
He, a member of the Duncan family, had been hung up on. This made him feel ashamed and inconceivable. No one had ever dared to treat him like this!
The gentlemen sitting in the room were chatting. They seemed to have noticed the situation here. Someone asked, "Did Lynch agree?"
The young middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he shook his head and hung up the receiver again. "He … hung up on me."
The people in the room suddenly stopped talking and laughing. They all looked at the young middle-aged man at the same time.
The young middle-aged man was a little nervous. Outside, he was the "big shot" of the Duncan family. But here, he was just the most inconspicuous one.
"He said he didn't know me and hung up."
He shook his head. "I don't think we need to give this business to him. He's nothing at all."
The conversation resumed, but compared to before, it was much quieter.
The person who spoke first looked askance at the young middle-aged man. "This is Uncle Geruno's decision. If you're unhappy with his decision, you can go to his study and tell him what you think."
Some people couldn't help but laugh. They probably already knew what was going on.
The Duncan family was destined to be a big family that could not be exposed. This made some of the younger members of the family have a very strange feeling.
They were dissatisfied with everything in the Federation.
When they walked on the streets, people would not chase after them just because their family name was so noble. But people would chase after those celebrities who were like toys.
When people talked about the most powerful people in the Federation, they would always talk about some people who were not even worthy of carrying the Duncan family's shoes.
They were so great, but so far away from society. This made some people become inexplicably arrogant.
It was probably a feeling of "Only I know how good I am. If you know, we can't be friends on equal terms." It could be said that it was a kind of show, but more of it was a kind of coquettish.
The young middle-aged man shook his head, not daring to say a word.
The person who spoke first said again, "Since you don't want to do that, continue to call Lynch and tell him that we have a business deal to discuss with him.
Uncle Geruno will want to get an answer as soon as possible. Do you understand what I mean? "
After he finished speaking, he retracted his unfriendly gaze and changed his expression to one of friendliness with the people around him.
The young middle-aged man who was standing beside the phone had a change of expression. He had no choice but to pick up the phone again.
"Mr. Lynch, I apologize for my tone just now. I'm the Duncan family's …" He said his name, "We have a business deal to entrust to you …"
Lynch listened to the phone call while drinking coffee and looking at the maid's skirt.
He swore that he wasn't looking at the girl's butt. He was just studying what kind of floral pleats were on the side of her very short skirt.
The maid seemed to want to show off that her dress was beautiful and light. She swayed back and forth not far away from Lin Qi, occasionally bending down.
That morning's coffee was delicious!
Lynch took a sip of the coffee and licked his lips. He admired it for more than 10 seconds before coming back to his senses. "I don't like to discuss business over the phone. If you have anything to say, meet me face to face. If you know where my company is …"
He hung up the phone again and picked up the newspaper. His gaze fell on the maid's skirt.
The young middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was confused. He didn't know if Lynch was crazy or what. He actually hung up the phone twice.
Even though he wasn't a very important person in the Duncan family, he was calling Lynch on behalf of the Duncan family's head, Mr. Geruno.
Lin Qi, did he really not know anything?
Of course Lynch knew, he knew many things that others didn't.
"Mr. Lynch, please move your leg …"
Lynch moved his leg. The girl turned around and bent down to clean the floor under the table. In fact, this job should be done after Lynch left, not now.
Looking at the skirt that was less than a foot away from him, Lynch suddenly wanted to feel the fabric and feel of it.
"It wasn't you last time …" To reduce the awkward atmosphere, Lynch casually chatted.
The mountain-side villa didn't have a professional management team to manage the house and life for Lynch. These maids and temporary housekeepers were all sent by the community.
When Lynch came back to live, he would tell the community when he would be staying and the community management company would arrange for people to take care of him.
After he left, these people would move on to the next location or temporarily lose their jobs.
It wasn't easy to find a job during this period, not to mention a high salary, an easy job, and a guarantee that one's dignity wouldn't be violated.
The maid seemed to be happy that Lynch liked her short skirt. She didn't turn around or stand up straight. Instead, she continued to bend down to work. It was obvious that she was very dedicated to her job.
"Yes, Mr. Lynch. I just started at the end of last year …" She suddenly stopped what she was doing. She bit her lip and began to work again.
Lynch nodded. "What did you do before?"
He explained his motive a little. "It seems that you're not very familiar with this job."
"I used to work as a receptionist for a company and was also a model for a period of time …"
Lynch finally understood. "No wonder …"
He didn't say "no wonder" and just retracted his hand. He was familiar with the feel of the skirt and its lace.
"I'm going to work …" He stood up and put the newspaper on the dining table.
The girl turned to look at him. She was a little expectant, a little nervous, and a little uneasy. "Mr. Lynch, can I stay?"
Because she was a temporary maid, her salary was based on an hourly basis.
Even if she worked here every day, the community service company would only pay her ten hours a day.
This salary was definitely much higher than the hourly workers outside the community, but she still wanted to become a permanent maid and get paid weekly or monthly.
Not only would this increase her salary, but more importantly, it would become a stable job. She wouldn't need to think about how to earn money to support herself when no one was using her.
Some girls even had some other ideas. They didn't want to be a maid in the first place. They had other motives.
The community service company was also very aware of this. They could hire so many high-quality girls at a relatively low price. As long as it wasn't too excessive, they could pretend that they didn't see anything!
As for whether they could stay or not, it would depend on their own ability.
Lynch stopped and looked at her sideways. The girl was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands.
"I'll think about it!"