Happy tis are always short-lived, and during dinner in the evening, Catherine was noticeably a bit down.
"Are you going back after dinner?" Catherine looked at Rilinchi, "Not staying a few more days?"
While Lynch was cutting his food with knife and fork, he shook his head, "No, I have a ticket for tonight, heading to Bentley."
Bentley will begin a seven-day Fashion Week in three days, during which trendsetters from the entire Federation and even pioneer fashionistas from neighboring countries will gather in Bentley to showcase their styles.
This is a significant event in the fashion world, and various organizers will naturally invite social elites to attend. For these social elites, frequently appearing in the dia and in public helps maintain their image and cos with benefits, making it a win-win scenario.
Lynch also received so invitations from the organizers. The book "Lynch’s Adventure," based on his real experiences, is currently a bestseller, coupled with the film adaptation that’s in full swing, and his position as the second-largest shareholder of Fox Film Corporation, all aning he’s a figure in this circle.
He declined many invitations, but he couldn’t refuse Severa’s. That girl had helped him several tis, and this was her first ti inviting him to accompany her, so he couldn’t reject her.
Girls like Severa, with her family and social background, definitely wouldn’t miss such a fashion event. She needed a male companion to complint her, just like Lynch sotis needed a female companion.
In the current Federation society, there are indeed few peers as outstanding as Lynch. Perhaps so people, relying on unmatched family backgrounds, can perform on par with Lynch, but to surpass him significantly, it’s not just family background that suffices.
Catherine’s eyes lit up when she heard Bentley, but the sparkle quickly vanished, "It’s a pity I still have classes!"
In a way, studying is similar to most skills: as soon as you relax for a while, much of it gradually becos forgotten and shelved.
In two years of daily monotonous work and life, the girl had actually forgotten a lot of knowledge she had already mastered. She needed to work harder than others to keep up with her studies, which was her only asset now.
She really wanted to go, but she also knew that in seven days, she would miss at least twelve major classes and lose a lot of self-study ti.
Wasting seven days would require her to spend much more ti to catch up, and it wasn’t a worthwhile exchange. Bentley wasn’t going anywhere, and Fashion Week happened every year; she could wait.
"Hope you enjoy yourself!" The girl cleverly avoided asking Lynch if he had a female companion. Asking such a question would have been awkward and altered the atmosphere.
Lynch nodded slightly, accepting the girl’s good wishes, "If there’s sothing suitable for you, I’ll have soone bring it back for you."
After dinner, Lynch drove the girl to her apartnt. Lynch bought an apartnt for Catherine near the school.
An apartnt doesn’t necessarily an cheap, ssy, or dirty. Most apartnts in each city indeed have these problems, but many are completely different from so people’s impressions.
In fact, Lynch owned a standalone house in Curilan and initially thought of letting Catherine live there, but considering that she was just one person, and a young girl at that, living alone in such a setting could tempt so people towards the abyss of cri.
Ultimately, he decided to buy Catherine a high-end apartnt with strict managent, where only the social elite lived in the entire building.
The State University was roughly three blocks away from Curilan City’s comrcial center. The speed of developnt was just too fast; not only had the universities at the city’s periphery unconsciously beco part of the city, but the comrcial center also began to shift.
A base rent of seventy-five dollars per month, plus other expenses, would bring the total to between ninety-five and one hundred twenty-five dollars. During such tis, being able to afford this rent ant standing at the forefront of society.
Through Hart’s connections, Lynch contacted the apartnt’s operator and purchased one of the units for $175,000.
Living here, Catherine didn’t need to pay additional fees, only her monthly electricity, water, and garbage collection bills. The "salary" Lynch gave her was enough to support her living independently here.
Upon entering the apartnt, two security guards in the first-floor duty room quickly stood up upon seeing Lynch. They had seen Lynch before, not just in recent newspapers and on TV, but he had visited previously with their big boss; he’s a big figure.
Lynch greeted the two with a kindly smile and even chatted briefly about the recent stability and slight hints of recovery in society while waiting for the elevator. Overall, his conduct had no connection with the term "big figure," creating a refreshing atmosphere.
About half an hour later, Lynch erged from the elevator, and the two guards, who had been grinning at the TV, stood up nervously again. Lynch continued to smile, held his hand up slightly, indicating that they needn’t trouble themselves.
Just as he was about to cross the first floor of the apartnt, one of the guards called out, "Mr. Lynch..."
Lynch’s steps paused, and he turned to look at the two guards behind the duty room’s wire sh, "Is there sothing you need?"
His tone wasn’t aggressive at all, very patient. Sotis, when big figures presented an ordinary self, it would astonish people.
But similarly, when little figures displayed their true selves, it would make people feel sothing special.
Money, it’s truly a magical thing!
"Yes, Mr. Lynch, your neck..." a security guard touched his own chin. Lynch paused for a mont, then pulled out a white silk handkerchief and wiped his chin, leaving so light red marks.
He might have overlooked this while tidying up his attire. As he wiped, he thanked the security guard, finally raising his neck slightly, "Is there any more?"
"No, Mr. Lynch..."
The security guard apparently hadn’t finished speaking, and Lynch didn’t leave. These guards seed like re small figures of society, but in so sudden incidents, these small figures could also determine the fate of big figures.
Lynch patiently waited for him to finish speaking.
About seven or eight seconds after the security guard said this, the slightly older guard scratched his head sowhat embarrassedly, "My daughter is a fan of yours, she really likes that adventure book of yours, I was wondering..."
"Of course, why not?" Lynch walked to the window, and the guard excitedly handed over a notebook and a pen.
Lynch looked at him, smiling, "What do we call our little princess?"
"Helen, Mr. Lynch, her na is Helen!" The guard was still having a hard ti believing that such a big figure would stop to listen to his request and fulfill one of his wishes. It was truly incredible.
Lynch quickly wrote a line in the notebook, "To our beautiful Princess Helen, may happiness always be by your side—Lynch." After writing it, he handed the notebook back, "Anything else?"
"No, no, thank you so much, Mr. Lynch, this is so surprising!" The guard was very excited; he could imagine his daughter’s delight upon receiving this autograph, one of the few ways to find joy in life.
After nodding a slight farewell, Lynch left the two guards who did not sit down until Lynch’s car fully disappeared within the doorfra. Only then did they sit down with sighs.
"That’s why so people can succeed, while others..." the security guard cautiously cut out the paper with Lynch’s blessing and signature and kept it close to him.
He initially just wanted an autograph, but Lynch unexpectedly added a blessing, which made him very touched.
Of course, this guard didn’t know that, on the one hand, Lynch wouldn’t be stingy with such cost-free kindness, and on the other hand, only having a signature without a blessing could easily lead to the misuse of that signature.
In history, similar things have happened, a carefully crafted scam triggered a series of lawsuits just because of a small signature.
So to avoid these potential problems, and also to bless that unseen lovely girl, Lynch included a long blessing.
At this mont, on the seventh floor of the apartnt, Catherine leaned on the windowsill watching Lynch’s car disappear into the traffic. She withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards the bathroom, stretching lazily.
Although there was so discouragent, there was more motivation; she must catch up with him, just like before!
That night, Lynch boarded a southbound train to Bentley, where another girl was waiting for him.
While on the train, Lynch gazed out at the sparsely starry night, his brain went blank for a mont, thinking nothing at all, completely vacant...
At this ti in Bupen, there was also soone who dearly wished to empty their mind like Lynch, but evidently, he couldn’t.
"...Alright, I can assure you, this has nothing to do with you...I’ll pay attention to how I work...Goodbye!"
Mr. Truman sighed after hanging up. In the morning, after Lynch got what he wanted, he directly mobilized the Security Committee to investigate the three foundations ntioned by Lynch.
Less than twelve hours from when he issued the order, more than twenty core mbers of lobbying groups and so well-known individual brokers had already called him.
He had stirred a hornet’s nest, and he knew full well that this was just the beginning; the real big figures hadn’t stepped in yet.
Within less than a minute after he hung up the phone, it rang again, and as he reached to answer it, he inadvertently saw a na on a docunt on his desk—"Healthy Federal People Foundation."
The na seed to be mocking him...
Damn!
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