Darkstone Code
Chapter 281 - 0279 Taken from the people

Chapter 281: 0279 Taken from the people

"Your skirt is a little short..." Lynch sat on the sofa, holding a delicate wine glass in his hand. Some people feel that it’s more comfortable to drink spirits from square glasses, while cocktails and other mixed alcoholic beverages are better suited to round glasses.

It’s said there’s a lot of nuances involved in this, but Lynch doesn’t really care about it. He just vaguely remembers that this is a thing, whether it’s true or not, he’s indifferent.

When a rich person does anything, people can find a thousand reasons for him doing it and why he must do it, which is different for poor people.

To poor people, right is right and wrong is wrong, with no allowance for even a hint of confusion.

Not far from him, a maid was bent over, cleaning. She was wearing a maid outfit that was currently in vogue but clearly leaned towards a more adult style. Her skirt was somewhat short, and as she bent over, Lynch could see her buttocks and a slightly red pimple on them.

Nowadays, only the most avant-garde women in Bail Federal dare to dress like this. They would disdainfully meet those various glances and mock the men with a silent look that says, "I know you’re a lecher, and I know you’re fantasizing about my body."

But here, this maid was not such an avant-garde person.

Lynch’s comment made the maid uneasily stand up, her skirt finally covered her buttocks and thighs. She turned to look at Lynch, very flustered.

Since last month, the community service company had begun continuously downsizing staff. Initially, it was drivers, as the residents here were no longer willing to go without a car as they used to, unwilling to drive themselves.

They would hire service company’s drivers for their daily travel, and some even employed personal drivers, caring little about the extra cost.

But as the economy declined, drivers were the first to be cut. People preferred saving on unnecessary expenses, choosing to drive themselves and calling it "experiencing the joy of driving," a perfect rationale to cover the current middle and upper-class predicament.

Then the gardeners and sanitation workers were cut, with one person doing the work of two or even three to save on expenses. The exploited workers did not resist since they at least had a job.

Now it was the maids’ turn. Some residents had already declared bankruptcy; it seemed unlikely anyone would take over their property soon. Furthermore, many full-time maids transitioned to hourly work, leading the service company to have many idle maids.

To cut costs, the company decided to reduce about one-third of the maids, and if surplus labor remained, they would continue cutting until satisfied.

At this moment, a maid’s fate entirely depended on their employer’s decision; if the residents had no specific need, these maids could find themselves packing up and leaving.

If some were willing to let them continue working, then they could stay and have a job.

The latter selection depended on those willing to sleep with a few company managers—some had already done so, with at least two or more company managers ending up in bed with them.

However, some chose another method: sleeping with their employer.

Compared to messing with company managers, sleeping with their employers was more acceptable to the maids, as it at least proved their allure.

Under the encouragement of colleagues and friends, this maid decided to sacrifice something to keep her job. More sadly, even her husband seemed to know but remained silent about her choice.

But now, she felt uneasy because she couldn’t quite figure out Lynch. Her future relied entirely on Lynch’s decision, making her extremely nervous.

"You don’t need to seduce me..." Lynch tasted the liquor in the glass, worth over three hundred bucks. The amber hue allowed light to pass through, casting a golden glow on Lynch’s face, making him appear so pure.

Retracting his gaze from the glass, "It might be inappropriate for me to say this, but I won’t change my attitude and principles just because I maintain an improper relationship with a woman. Instead of considering how to strip in front of me, think about how to satisfy me with your work, understand?" Lynch put the glass back on the table, his eyes fixed on the maid, gently wiping the inside edge of the coffee table.

As his finger wiped further, the maid’s breathing nearly ceased entirely!

This was the underside of the table, not easy to clean, nor did anyone usually notice it, but its cleanliness mattered significantly.

This was one of Lynch’s personal experiences. He once encountered an interesting client with a habit, or obsession, who liked to prop his legs against the table’s edge.

After signing some documents, as they stood to shake hands and exchange them, they noticed two prominent gray streaks on the client’s pants.

Not only were there dust, but also some cobweb-like things, quite displeasing.

Despite the client’s absence from this world, there might still be other issues and people. Lynch wasn’t someone who thought with his lower half; what he wanted was not complicated, just focused on his work, that’s all.

This wiping process was actually brief, but at the moment, time elongated, a blink from Lynch appeared slow to the maid, her heartbeat thundering, giving her a dizzy sensation.

She didn’t even remember if she had cleaned the underside of the table or had it as clean as the top!

About two seconds later, Lynch glanced down, his fingertips spotlessly clean, not a spec of dust. His face kindly smiled, "See, it’s that simple. If you’re responsible for your work, I’m responsible for you!"

"You can inform the company manager that you’re staying here to work for me, full-time!"

The maid was instantly overjoyed, overwhelmed with excitement.

Her husband was already unemployed, the children needed schooling, requiring additional expenses. If she lost this job, she wouldn’t know what to do with her family!

"I really don’t know how to thank you, Mr. Lynch. Is there anything I can do for you?" The maid was excited, grateful, knowing Lynch was granting her a boon.

Lynch smiled, "Put on something appropriate, I don’t want visiting guests to think I’m that kind of person."

What kind of person was unclear, but everyone understood. The maid quickly changed into normal clothes, feeling much more relaxed.

Two days flew by, Lynch’s charity private equity fund successfully obtained this valuable opportunity from the mayor’s hands. City Hall officially announced the winning company’s proposal, not to silence critics, but to demonstrate their fairness.

Well, it seemed like a joke; the over four million auction sum was first transferred to this charity private equity foundation. In Lynch’s proposal to City Hall, eighty-five percent of the over four million funds would be used for various medium-to-long-term investments, while fifteen percent would care for eligible disabled widowed workers.

Since the fund wasn’t a one-time compensation, to ensure it creates a lasting environment for these people, management is allowed to allocate part for investment, but must guarantee an assurance or defense mechanism.

Regardless of how management uses the money, they must ensure eighty percent is spent on the cared-for group, a bottom line.

Mark did not hesitate to sign on behalf of the foundation’s management. Sometimes Mark was adorable, as long as there was a benefit, as long as there wasn’t too much risk, he was willing to act.

This fund kept fifteen percent on the books, with the rest invested in Lynch’s new spin-off company, purchasing a significant portion of stock, and increasing the company’s capital.

Of course, these operations were reasonable and legal, even if someone sued, it had no real significance; the procedures complied with the rules and laws of Bail Federal.

Even though more money was spent before, it ultimately returned, but even if it didn’t, Mr. Lynch was still a kind philanthropist, willing to bear social responsibility!

For example, yesterday morning’s newspaper covered this scenario, where Mr. Lynch greatly overspent, paying six times the starting price for auction items, simply to fulfill the societal responsibility a young entrepreneur should shoulder.

"Facing reporters, Mr. Lynch appeared somewhat shy. Looking at his youthful three-quarters childish face, reporters had difficulty believing this ’big kid’ had done better than anyone."

"When reporters asked why he did this, he seriously told them he earned money with people’s help, and now was the time to give back; he would do everything he could."

"Mr. Lynch also expressed philosophical words—wealth comes from people and ultimately returns to people!"