blackstone code

Chapter 834 The old tailor
"You shouldn't be doing this!"

"You should!"

When people teach experience, if they only tell the recipients how to choose and do what to do, but don't tell them what will happen if they choose the wrong option, and don't tell them what will happen if they succeed, it won't impress people. Remember these things.

Just like at this moment, a new wave of public opinion will soon be set off. After the initial irrational discussion on the rights and interests of overseas federal people, people are beginning 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 we should have, or treat these indifferently as if nothing happened?
Some people say that this is the best moment to promote the "Overseas Security Act", but the last key thing is missing, which is comparison.

Only when people realize the great value of the "Overseas Security Act" and its role and significance in the safety of people's property and life can the whole society fully promote this matter.

While Lynch was reading the newspaper, a call came to the phone outside the restaurant.

He glanced at it, and the maid brought up the phone——

Many of the telephones in the room had long cords, a type of telephone reserved for the wealthy.

The manufacturer has used very advanced high-end materials to ensure that these phones are very beautiful, and at the same time there is a cord coil that can be retracted in the base of the phone.

As long as you hold the phone, you can easily take the phone away. The phone line will not be the reason to stop people from doing this. It will be pulled out of the small hole of the phone line bit by bit.

When the call is over, put it back in place, push that little button, and the reel, which starts to shrink, rewinds the phone cord around the reel without dragging it all over the place.

After the maid put down the phone, she retreated outside the restaurant.

As soon as Lynch picked it up, the voice inside couldn't wait, "Mr. Lynch, I have a business here, are you interested?"

Lynch picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth which was actually not stained with oil. He took out the cigarette case, knocked out one, and put it in his mouth.

With a ding, the million-dollar lighter produced a flame and lit the cigarette.

When the tobacco leaves are scorched by the flames, they make a strange crisp sound, which is so faint that it can hardly be heard.

The lit cigarette butt suddenly lit up, and the fingers holding it seemed to feel a wave of heat radiation.

"What business?" He poured out the smoke, which floated in the air formlessly and slowly, and finally merged with the air.

The voice on the phone sounded like he was in his thirties, and there was some pride, or arrogance, in his tone that was hard to hide.

"A BIG DEAL!"

With a whoop, this time Lynch spit out smoke like an arrow, shooting into the distance, he shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know you, you may have made a mistake!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone and picked up the newspaper again, not forgetting to point to the maid outside the restaurant, "Bring me a cup of coffee without sugar."

At this time, on the other side of the phone line, a middle-aged man in his 30s looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Lynch actually hung up on him!
You know, he is one of the members of the Duncan family... although his shareholding is barely [-]/[-].

But this is not the least amount in the Duncan family, and the annual dividend is enough for him to squander.

He, a member of the Duncan family, was hung up on the phone. While he was ashamed, he also had an incredible feeling that no one had ever dared to do this to him!
The chatting gentlemen sitting in the room seemed to have noticed the situation here, and someone asked, "Did Lynch agree?"

The young, middle-aged man froze for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he shook his head and put the receiver back on the phone base in a daze. "He... hung up my phone."

The people talking and laughing in the room suddenly stopped all the talking and smiling, and they looked at the young middle-aged man at the same time.

The young, middle-aged man was a little nervous, outside he was the "adult" of the Duncan family, but here, he was just the most inconspicuous one.

"He hung up the phone because he said he didn't know me." He shook his head, "I don't think we need to hand over this business to him, he is nothing at all."

People's conversation resumed, but compared with the enthusiasm just now, the voice was lowered a bit.

The person who spoke first squinted at the young middle-aged man, "This is Uncle Geruno's decision. If you are dissatisfied with his decision, you can go to his study and tell him what you think."

Some couldn't help laughing, they probably already knew what was going on.

The Duncan family is destined to be a big family that cannot be exposed, which also makes some young members of the family have a very strange emotion.

They are dissatisfied with everything about the Federation.

When they walk on the street, people will not follow them because their surnames are so noble, but people will go after stars who are like toys.

When people speak of the most powerful men in the Commonwealth, they always speak of men who, in their opinion, are not fit enough to carry the Duncans' shoes.

They are so great and yet so removed from society, which makes some people feel a little arrogant.

This is probably a feeling of "only I know my excellence, and when you know it too, we can't be friends equally". It can be said to be a kind of internal show, but it is more of a boring Sao.

The young middle-aged man shook his head, not daring to say a word.

The original speaker added, "Since you're not going to do this, go ahead and call Lynch and tell him we have a deal with him."

"Uncle Geruno must want to get an answer as soon as possible, do you understand what I mean?" After he finished speaking, he withdrew his unfriendly gaze, and changed his face to chat with the people around him cordially.

The face of the young middle-aged man standing by the phone changed, and he could only pick up the phone again.

"Mr. Lynch, I apologize for my bad tone just now. I belong to the Duncan family..." He said his name, "We have a business that we want to entrust to you..."

Lynch was listening to the phone, drinking coffee, and looking at the maid's skirt.

He swore he wasn't looking at the girl's ass, just studying what type of pleats the silk fringe was on her very short skirt.

The maid also seemed to want to show off that her skirt was beautiful, beautiful, and light. She dangled not far from Lynch, and occasionally bent down.

Great coffee this morning!

Lynch took a sip of his coffee and licked his lips. He admired it for more than ten seconds before he came back to his senses, "I don't like to talk about business on the phone. If you have something to talk to me about, if you know my company where……"

He hung up the phone again, then picked up the newspaper, but his eyes fell on the maid's skirt.

The young middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was at a loss. He didn't know whether Lynch was crazy or what, he actually hung up the phone twice.

Although he is a small person of little importance within the Duncan family, he called Lynch this time on behalf of Mr. Geruno, the patriarch of the Duncan family.

Lynch, do you really not understand anything?
Of course Lynch understood, and he also understood many things that others did not understand.

"Mr. Lynch, please stop your legs..."

Lynch put her legs away, and the girl turned around and bent over to start cleaning the floor under the dining table. In fact, this job should be done after Lynch left, not now.

Looking at the skirt less than a foot away from him, Lynch suddenly wanted to feel its fabric and feel.

"Last time it didn't seem like you..." In order to reduce some awkward atmosphere, Lynch chatted casually.

There is no professional management team at Banshan Villa to manage the house and life for Lynch. These maids and temporary housekeepers are all sent by the community.

When Lynch came back to live, he would tell the community when and when he lived, and the community management company would arrange someone to come and take care of him.

After he leaves, these people will go to the next location, or temporarily lose their jobs.

It is not easy to find a job during this period, let alone high salary, easy work, and guarantee that one's dignity will not be violated.

The maid seemed very happy that Lynch also liked her short skirt. She didn't turn around or stand up straight, but continued to work bent over. It could be seen that she was very dedicated to her work.

"Yes, Mr. Lynch, I just joined the job at the end of last year..." The movements in her hands suddenly stopped, she bit her lips tightly, and started to move again.

Lynch nodded, "What did you do before?"

As he spoke, he explained his motivation a little bit, "It seems that you are not very skilled in this job."

"I used to be the front desk of the company, and I also worked as a model for a while..."

Lynch understood now, "No wonder..."

He didn't say anything "no wonder", just withdrew his hand, he was familiar enough with the feel of the dress and its lace.

"I'm going to work..." He stood up and put the newspaper on the restaurant table.

The girl turned to look at him, a little expectant, a little apprehensive, and a little uneasy, "Mr. Lynch, can I stay?"

Because she is a temporary maid, her wages are calculated on an hourly basis.

Even if she is here every day, the community service company will only pay her ten hours a day.

This salary is definitely much higher than the hourly workers outside the community, but she still wants to become a resident maid and get paid on a weekly or monthly basis.

This will not only make her salary more, but more importantly, it will turn into a stable job, and she doesn't need to think about where to make money to support herself when no one is using her.

Some girls even have some other ideas. They didn't come to be maids for the purpose of being maids in the first place, but for another purpose.

The service companies in the community are also very aware of this, and they can hire so many high-quality girls at a relatively low price. As long as they don't go too far, they can also ignore it!

As for whether they can stay or not, it depends on their own abilities.

Lynch stopped and looked at her sideways, the girl didn't know where to put her nervous hands.

"I will think about it!"

(End of this chapter)