Darkstone Code-Chapter 866 - 864: Spring Tasting Event

While lying on the bed, the old priest was thinking about many things. His years of experience with internal and external conflicts gave him the skills to solve the current problems.

He knew that what he needed to do now was wait, and wait a little longer.

Suddenly, the light in the room went out, and everything plunged into darkness. A long shadow flashed across the gap under the door.

At this moment, his murky eyes reflected a bright gleam under the faint light.

Over the weekend, a sudden phone call reached Lynch’s villa while he was watching TV.

Recently, the Federation had released a trendy TV series, telling the story of a young girl and her mad scientist grandfather.

Ideas like ’time travel’ in the show were very attractive to the masses. Honestly, it’s quite astonishing that the audience, many of whom might not have even graduated high school, showed an interest in such semi-scientific and semi-fantasy shows.

Lynch was watching it too. In today’s episode, it was about the protagonist — the little girl’s pet dog mysteriously died at her doorstep. She believed there was a huge conspiracy behind it and wanted to bring the dog back to life, so she went to her grandfather.

Her grandfather, being equally crazy, used a washing machine to make a time travel device. By simply entering the washing machine and turning it on, one could travel back in time.

Overall, it was quite interesting. Maybe these fantasies were attracting the audience because they were close to their imagination, and the methods used were relatable in daily life, which is why it became so popular?

Probably not many people are truly into the scientific aspect of it.

By the way, the little girl’s skirt was a bit short, and her top seemed to be a size too small. The production crew must really be on a tight budget.

Lynch casually picked up the phone, and an immediately professional voice came through, "Mr. Lynch, hello, I am your personal broker... Do you remember the pure gold Kleve customization plan you set up with our company previously?"

After receiving Lynch’s affirmative response, the woman on the phone continued, "The weather is nice this year, with the temperature rising quickly. We have selected the finest tobacco plants for you, and they will be planted around early March."

"Thank you for choosing Every Moment. If you have time, you can visit our plantation area to watch the planting process of your own tobacco plants and interact with other distinguished clients..."

"We will also offer rare products not available through other channels for you to enjoy. We hope you’re invited to join this spring tasting event."

Every March, the Federation’s largest tobacco company, Every Moment, organizes various activities for its elite clients in the plantation area, making it a unique social event.

Every Moment’s client selection criteria are very high, not only requiring wealth but also influence, which means the group quality is extremely high.

This high-end social setting is very appealing to many people, and Every Moment has realized this, ensuring that every year heavyweight capitalists attend, with the scale and class continuously increasing.

Its "purity" makes it impossible for "fake millionaires" to sneak in, and those invited to Every Moment’s spring event become a social hotspot for a time.

Lynch pondered for a while and agreed.

Every Moment’s staff quickly ended the call, promising to arrange everything and ensure Lynch has a relaxing vacation.

Originally, it seemed like a simple matter, but unexpectedly, someone soon came to Lynch because of it.

After having lunch, the room door opened, and a waiter in "Bolie Boutique" branded clothing entered, carrying large and small packages. Another person was covered in various packages, whose brand was unknown.

"Just leave them by the door; I’ll have someone send them up,"

The broker, arranging for people to put down the goods, saw Lynch and quickly ran over with a greeting, "Mr. Lynch, didn’t expect to see you here!"

With a smiley, chubby face, it was hard for anyone to get angry. This person was Penny’s broker, taking care of Penny’s daily needs and work.

Lynch nodded, acknowledging the greeting. Sometimes, when relations are closer, there’s no need for cumbersome social rituals.

"Where is she?" he asked.

The broker answered honestly, "In the back..." and he chuckled foolishly, "Should I send these up first?"

Lynch glanced at those items, nodded, and the broker, calling in a maid, carried the large packages to the second floor.

Though she seemed silly, she wasn’t actually foolish. Being able to protect Penny for two years demonstrated her capability. Many are like this; if judged solely by appearance, you’d surely make a wrong assessment.

After all, not everyone is like Mr. Lynch — not only handsome and charming but also wealthy and talented.

A few minutes later, Penny walked in from outside.

By mid-February, the temperature in Bupen had risen to about 14 or 15 degrees and was continuously rising. Penny wore not-so-thick outerwear, a fur vest, and carried a newly released spring women’s handbag when she walked in.

A mix of fashion and youth exuded from her. She didn’t seem surprised that Lynch was still in the Federation or rather still in Bupen — she was there to see him.

She walked in barefoot, stepping on the carpet after taking off her high heels, removed her sunglasses from a distance, and tilted her face towards Lynch.

According to the script, Lynch should give her a peck on the cheek at this moment and say something sweet, but Lynch being Lynch, gestured her forward, nearly causing Penny to stumble.

She glared at Lynch, gritting her teeth, "Hmph!"

Lynch looked at the girl with a cheerful smile, "I’m allergic to cosmetics, and you have cosmetics on your face."

The girl’s expression turned somewhat skeptical. Indeed, she had put on a bit of cosmetics. Whitening cream is particularly popular now, and people are starting to admire that kind of white, translucent skin.

Some say it’s a tribute to the appearance of women in the medieval times, a kind of retro fashion.

Actually, the Federation has only been here for two or three hundred years, is there any medieval in Ham?

The medieval they talk about actually refers to those countries led by Gafura.

In these countries, even from the medieval period to now, some noblewomen still take arsenic to make their skin snow-white and translucent.

In that crazy era, many girls who took arsenic for a long time had skin so translucent that you could see the blood vessels underneath, but they paid with their lives for it.

Many girls of that time could only live up to about thirty years old, and the toxicity accumulated in their bodies would eventually erupt.

Penny thought for a moment, stood up, went to the bathroom to wash off everything on her face, then ran back, hugged Lynch’s neck, and moved her face closer, "Smell it, does it still have the scent of cosmetics?"

"Is it clean?"

It has to be said, a nineteen-year-old girl’s face is really tender, with barely visible features naturally growing on the skin’s surface. Clearly, there are features, yet the skin gives a smooth impression, which is contradictory but truly exists.

"Alright, stop messing around, is the movie finished or are you here to attend some event?" Lynch pulled the girl to make her sit down.

The girl curled up her legs and hugged Lynch’s arm, "The movie wrapped up a while ago; I need a break, plus I’m here for some shopping."

"New spring items are out, and there are many designer pieces that I really like."

"And also, I came to see you!"

"To see me?" Lynch was a bit surprised, "Encountered any trouble?"

Penny shook her head, "No..." she said, giggling, "The Every Moment spring event is about to start, have you been invited?"

Saying this, she looked at Lynch with an expectant look, as devout as making a wish under a shooting star.

Lynch nodded, "I just got the call this morning."

"Did you accept it?" Her voice became sharp, as if very excited.

Lynch nodded again, "Of course, I accepted it."

"That’s wonderful!" The girl shouted with joy, then clung to Lynch and coyly pleaded, "Take me, won’t you? I want to go!"

Lynch was a bit puzzled, "Is this spring event very special?"

"Of course it’s special!"

With the girl’s explanation, Lynch roughly understood why she cared so much.

Every Moment, being the Federation’s top tobacco company, has its top clients as the Federation’s top-tier people.

Many people outside this level pride themselves on sneaking into this circle. As some media put it, to see who’s truly a high-society celebrity, just look at whether they or their companions are qualified to attend the Every Moment spring event.

The entry requirement for this event is a minimum of one million, at least one million a year. Nobody knows how much the most could spend.

Besides money, they do not accept applications; it’s not enough to have money; they operate on an invitation-only basis.

Receiving an invite from Every Moment means entering this level. This might not be highly tempting for gentlemen, but for some girls, it’s undoubtedly a significant opportunity. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Crossing this threshold makes one an insider; failing to cross it means remaining an ordinary person.

Now that Lynch is invited and can bring a female companion, as long as Penny gets Lynch’s permission to go with him, the media coverage would unquestionably make her the focus of the Federation and a prominent figure among women.

Maybe a lady like Ms. Trish might not care about these evaluations, but for a somewhat vain young girl, it’s a deadly temptation.

She wants to go, very much so!

Lynch appeared to be pondering, even showing some hesitant expressions. His subtle expressions were handled impeccably, comparable to an Oscar-worthy performance.

Penny was getting anxious. She knew Lynch had extraordinary relationships with many girls, but this opportunity was really rare, and she didn’t want to give it up.

She bit her lip, leaned towards Lynch’s ear, and whispered, "Take me, and if you do, I’ll..."