Darkstone Code-Chapter 912 - 910: Overbearing and Mighty

Because they feel Lynch is a "source of trouble," the residents of the community hope he can move out, so as not to disturb the peace of the Half Mountain Villa District.

This is also the most genuine thought of many of the wealthy living here; they don’t want the area to become a "public place" because of one person. They need tranquility and privacy.

The presence of too many unrelated people infringes seriously on their rights, not to mention reporters sneaking into the community—who knows if they’ll capture some inappropriate photos?

In these past two days, as the situation has become more severe, the residents came together, discussed, and concluded that Lynch must move out.

As long as he moves out, the place will return to how it was before.

No special agents everywhere, no reporters hiding behind low shrubs, no professional bodyguards who look like they might be trouble.

It’s not that they don’t want to be neighbors with Lynch, it’s just that Lynch really isn’t suited here.

However, this type of community exclusion doesn’t seem to work very well on Lynch.

"Just now you said... refuse?" The manager’s expression appeared somewhat incredulous, "I’m not saying you can’t refuse, Mr. Lynch."

"If you refuse this request, then they might proceed with legal action next!"

The manager quickly distanced himself from the responsibility. "As usual, they might achieve this through litigation."

He no longer mentioned the community service company’s name but instead referred to "them."

Undoubtedly, this "them" referred to the other residents living in the community.

Lynch, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned back slightly on the sofa, legs crossed, chin slightly raised, a carefree smile on his lips. "It doesn’t matter. If they think going to court will work, then let them."

Litigation only scares those regular people who can’t afford legal fees. The Federation’s judicial system is sometimes hard to define in terms of rules, rule of law, or rule by man.

The process of a lawsuit is nothing more than the plaintiff and defendant trying to persuade the judge to stand on their side, whether it’s for parking violations or murder, it’s all the same.

If one can make the judge believe they are innocent, or that their actions are justified, then they are innocent.

In this process, lawyers play a significant role, which is why being a lawyer in the Federation is one of the most lucrative professions.

They hold the key to whether a person is guilty—if they can convince the judge to accept their statements.

The expensive legal fees make it so regular people can’t afford to go to court, and court-appointed lawyers are not very helpful. When regular people sue the wealthy, they are sure to lose.

But Lynch isn’t an ordinary person; he is very wealthy and could drag this lawsuit on for twenty years.

The manager smiled bitterly and said, "There’s no need to let it get to this point."

Lynch suddenly let out a snicker, interrupting him, "Your bias is showing."

He paused for a moment, taking advantage of the manager’s unawareness to continue, "I’m not someone unreasonable. Tell those who think I shouldn’t live here that they either sell their houses to me, or I’ll target their companies."

"Life is long, and there will always be decisions one has no say in!"

The manager was once again stunned; he thought he had already witnessed the arrogance and wealth of rich people, but at this moment, he truly understood what it means to be a "tycoon."

It’s not just about being rich, but being grand as well!

In the entire Half Mountain Villa District, there are over forty different villas, with the cheapest costing at least 1.3 million, and the most expensive exceeding ten million. All the villas combined are worth at least a billion.

Such a vast market is tough even for real estate merchants and perhaps untouchable for some large consortiums, but for Lynch, it seemed like he could come up with the money anytime, anywhere.

The manager felt a sense of admiration and envy for the immensely wealthy Lynch, the "Mr. Billionaire," and his expression shifted slightly.

His eyebrows slightly expanded outward and drooped a bit, making him appear more humble.

"Mr. Lynch, I will convey your words to the others. If you have no other instructions, I’ll take my leave now."

Lynch nodded, and the manager, with an obsequious smile, left with a deferential bow, appearing like a character molded into shape by the situation.

After he left, Austin couldn’t help but ask, "Do you really intend to buy so many houses?"

Ever since Lynch "uncovered" her identity, Austin had gone through some changes—mentally and emotionally.

At least she wouldn’t have asked Lynch this before, trying to display her "traits," but now she didn’t care; she was "exposed" anyway.

Lynch tilted his head as he looked at her, "If they’re willing to sell, why not buy?"

"Regardless of how the Federation develops in the future, Bupen is only so big, and there’s always only one Half Mountain Villa District in the city."

"Right now, each property’s appreciation potential here is incredible. Maybe in ten years, you won’t be able to buy a house here even if you add a zero to the price."

Of course, Lynch was exaggerating; once war breaks out, many industries will be affected, and real estate is clearly one of them. However, even so, housing prices during wartime will be higher than they are now.

Moreover, the villas in Half Mountain Villa District shouldn’t just be seen as a real estate investment project; they also represent a status.

Living in Half Mountain and living at the foot of the mountain are completely different realms. The scarcity and non-developable nature make every property here a symbol of status.

Owning a bit more, whether to sell or to gift, is always a good choice.

Austin didn’t understand these and didn’t comment on how rich people spent their money.

A little later, Penny also returned from outside.

Her mental state seemed much better than a few days ago; at least she wasn’t as depressed as when she first came back.

As soon as she came in, she jumped onto the sofa and began rubbing her feet, "Recently, many film producers are asking if I have time..."

The girl felt a little proud. Although she had experienced unprecedented shocks and fears, she also gained unexpected benefits.

Having experienced a heart-stirring adventure with Lynch, and with Lynch writing a book, Penny’s status in the film circle would be further enhanced.

Now, while she hasn’t fully risen to fame, some film producers want to sign an agreement first. By securing a film project at a relatively low price, they could save some costs in the future.

But nobody is a fool, and clearly, her agency isn’t foolish either.

There’s no hope of signing a contract, but she still needs to attend social events to maintain relationships, which is what people call resources and connections.

Lynch nodded, turned on the TV, and started watching the evening news.

The news began by talking about aliens. It was said that people in different regions claimed to have witnessed aliens, throwing the entire Federation into a rather strange atmosphere.

In fact, people were under a lot of pressure during this period, primarily from employment pressure.

The Great Depression had lasted for three years, and society’s economy was starting to recover, but the employment rate hadn’t returned to the Federation’s best.

According to the social services bureau’s statistics, unemployment rates in many places were still hovering around ten percent, and some areas had even higher rates.

Bupen had a relatively low unemployment rate of only seven percent, but even this figure wasn’t optimistic.

The city’s special nature meant the real situation of unemployment wasn’t fully reflected in the numbers.

Employment pressure, family pressure, life pressure, education pressure, medical pressure, almost all pressures were related to money.

Those who say money isn’t everything should really come out and explain why all frustrating things are related to money at this time.

The greater the pressure on people, the more they need to vent, and the booming trend in the film industry will continue for a long time.

Besides these, worker clubs and factory clubs are quickly forming. People need to find ways to relieve pressure from various aspects.

Aliens might be a good choice; bizarre things can all be blamed on aliens, which will become a nationwide carnival.

"Are there really aliens?" Penny, sitting nearby, didn’t get Lynch’s attention and followed the TV topic asked.

Lynch nodded, "I’m the alien."

The girl giggled mischievously; her hand quietly crawled onto Lynch’s leg, yet she pretended nothing happened and asked, "What kind of alien are you?"

Lynch glanced down and felt somewhat helpless, "What you need now is rest. The doctor said you need a good rest for a while to recover."

Those doctors, amazingly, could even diagnose souls, but in any case, this statement wasn’t wrong.

Penny’s eyes moved, and she suddenly shouted, "I’m thirsty, I want raspberry juice!"

Lynch took another look at her. The girl was wearing a pink dress, not very long, just up to the knees.

Her agency had crafted her image as the pure, refined, and gentle girl next door.

The girl looked down at her outfit, "What is it?"

Lynch shook his head, "Nothing, I’m just curious about your choice of taste."

Raspberry... People who don’t like it think it’s garbage, but those who do are deeply fascinated by that indescribable taste.

Soon, the maid came over with the juice, and Lynch was quite curious that raspberry was actually prepared here.

Just when the maid was about to hand the juice to the girl, the girl suddenly reached out and tickled the maid’s waist.

In an instant, the juice spilled on the girl, the sofa, and the carpet.

Penny gleefully shouted, "Look, she made a mess of these things; we need to punish her!"