Darkstone Code-Chapter 913 - 911: Unwinding and Meeting

"It’s her, not him!"

Lynch corrected Penny’s mistake in the sentence.

In the universal language, ’she’ and ’he’ are not the same word, but there’s also a collection of he/she/it, which leans more towards neutrality, but it’s only used in certain special circumstances.

In this clear case where the gender of the subject is known, it’s best to clearly point out which term to use to avoid problems.

The maid’s face instantly turned bright red, Penny was kneeling on the sofa, her hand gripping the maid’s dress, a strange... very unusual light gleaming in her eyes.

Lynch glanced at the carpet, "This carpet cost me over forty thousand..."

The maid’s body began to tremble slightly, forty thousand is not a price she could possibly afford.

In fact, nothing in this room is something she could afford, at least not right now.

Take those unremarkable cups, for example; they are customized from a high-end brand, and they actually have no difference from those sold for 49 cents, not even much difference in shape.

But with just an additional trademark, a designer’s signature, and possibly a glass from the same glass furnace, one can only sell for 49 cents on the street, while the other can be sold for nearly a hundred in an upscale store cabinet.

"We need to punish her severely!" Penny emphasized her tone, as if there was a devil’s tail wildly wagging behind her.

Last time, because of her mistake, she also got a beating. This time she won’t be stupid enough to get beaten up; she wants to be the one doing the beating.

Lynch nodded slightly, "But I saw that you deliberately knocked over the cup, so you should also bear some responsibility..."

Penny: ???

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn’t how the script goes, don’t come over!"

...

"Do they do this often?"

In the living room, a Security Committee special agent and Austin sat on a sofa worth over tens of thousands enjoying a fine wine that cost over a thousand per bottle, casually turning on the TV.

This was the first time for the special agent to spend the night here and also the first time to know Lynch’s private life... just as chaotic as described in third-rate tabloids, they were indeed curious.

It’s just too... they didn’t know how to describe it, but felt it was not surprising.

A very conflicted feeling.

Austin, holding a wine glass, nodded indifferently, "Of course, once you spend time with him, you’ll know what kind of person he is."

Sipping some wine that she would definitely not buy under normal circumstances, she leisurely sighed inwardly at the decadence of the wealthy lifestyle, then laughed saying, "Sly, despicable, shameless, rotten to the core, he’s nothing like in the newspapers."

The two special agents listened without much change in their expressions; they knew public image isn’t real personal image; they are separate.

Most rich people are pretty much of this demeanor.

But Austin wasn’t finished, she put down the wine glass and continued, "Sometimes he inexplicably shows kindness like a lunatic, sometimes he does things that seem silly, not like a real heartless capitalist."

"He calls this performance conscience, I’m not sure if it is, but at least it’s not too bad."

Female Agent A’s expression softened slightly, "Sounds pretty good?"

"This job is quite good!" Austin added.

Yes, this job is really great, she thought she would be fighting smuggling at the border until she retired or died from it.

Who knew she would suddenly be retired, because she needed to protect someone, quickly control that person if necessary.

Secret mission, honorable duty, she agreed, only to find the task not as torturous as imagined.

The best environment and experience in the Federation allowed her to adapt increasingly to the lifestyle of the upper class, provided all by Lynch, from socks to clothes.

He thought if his bodyguard dressed too poorly, it would be embarrassing, so she wore those brand-name clothes, although mostly neutral, it was still a wonderful experience.

Sometimes she also felt confused, wondering if she suddenly lost this job, or returned to the border, could she still adapt?

The "screaming" in the room pulled her back from her wandering thoughts, her face slightly flushed, unsure if it was because the wine was too good, or due to the screaming in the room.

What a filthy person!

Oh my god, how could he not care that there were three women in the room doing such ugly things!

Some believe that emotional release doesn’t necessarily need to be triggered by oneself as the initiator, but can also be experienced as a receptor, releasing negative emotions during the guided process.

Lynch thinks this is effective; everyone feels relaxed at the end, no longer experiencing any negative emotions, this is a decent game.

On Monday morning, all of the Future Light shareholders arrived at the temporary meeting room of Darkstone Capital.

Even if some couldn’t make it, they arranged for representatives or proxies; they placed a great deal of importance on this shareholder meeting.

After all, this is a company valued at over a hundred million; even just one percent is a million Federation Sol.

Moreover, it seems to have broader prospects. Even if it’s just a bit of a time waste, it’s worth coming to sit and listen to what Lynch has to say.

"This place... is quite surprising," said the elderly gentleman who had invited Lynch to dinner, smiling as he observed everything around him.

The meeting room of Darkstone Capital is very temporary; the entire floor hasn’t undergone any renovation. The four walls are just four glass curtains, and the floor and ceiling in the room are in their most original state.

Pipes and wires, without a trace of decoration, and the surface of every pillar is uneven "stone," like the most original look of concrete after it dries.

A bare skeleton.

But right in the middle of this bare skeleton is a huge and luxurious table. The patterns on the table are pressed from pure gold, complemented by high-backed chairs, creating a sense like some secret meeting.

The elderly gentleman expressed just that. Clearly, there’s no slightest decoration, yet it gave people a very peculiar feeling that they didn’t know how to describe.

This might be the notion that "truth is not interpreted by external appearances; even the simplest content can articulate the most complex truths."

"I hope you don’t find it too crude. Is everyone here?" Lynch looked at Vera beside him and casually grabbed her hand.

Honestly, being suddenly held by Lynch in such a setting is quite an incredible experience, yet also quite awkward. She struggled a couple times, but couldn’t break free, so she took a slight step forward, hiding her hand behind her back.

But this made it look like she was leaning closely on Lynch.

"Five gentlemen are still not here..."

Lynch released her hand, rolled up his sleeve and glanced at his watch, "It’s been ten minutes past the time I informed everyone to be present, yet five gentlemen still haven’t arrived. It seems they don’t understand the basic respect between people."

Lynch put down his wrist, placing his hands naturally on the armrests of the high-back chair. In that instant, a mysterious feeling sprouted in people’s hearts.

This feeling was mystical, and if it had to be described in words, it would be the word "leader."

"To gain respect, one must respect others first. For the five gentlemen who are late, we will no longer cooperate with them," Lynch slightly tilted his head, looking at Vera who still had a hint of blush on her face, "Notify the security to close the door."

"If they come, tell them they’ve missed their chance."

If it were a younger girl, like Catherine, or Penny—though the latter is too young—

or someone like Anna, they might hesitate a bit at this moment. It’s not doubting Lynch’s decision, just naturally weighing the pros and cons.

But Vera didn’t; she immediately agreed and then went to do it.

Time and experience have made her understand what a man needs, and this is why Lynch favors her.

Women always understand what men want and wish to show more than girls do.

After Vera left the room, Lynch looked at the dozens of shareholders or shareholder representatives sitting around the table and smiled, "First of all, I want to apologize to everyone for what I did on the ship."

"Under those circumstances, I had to drag out the time for the hijacker to achieve his predetermined goal, not giving him a chance to generate new ideas. I hope everyone can understand."

People chimed in, expressing they could understand Lynch’s thoughts and actions. It seemed that they didn’t recall having people report Lynch possibly colluding with the hijacker once they came ashore.

Lynch wouldn’t expose that point either. After people used flattery to make up for their past minor mistakes, Lynch tapped the table twice.

"Knock knock..."

The flattery died down instantly. He maintained that overwhelmingly confident, yet slightly irresistible smile as he continued, "I know some are not interested in our current business."

"You can bring that contract to me, and I’ll buy back the shares for a million."

"Of course, if you believe Future Light is a good company, you can continue to hold shares, or even buy more shares from others to increase your equity."

While saying this, Lynch stood up, "Future Light will become a very special company, focusing on investments."

"Finding those enterprises with potential or clearly undervalued by the market, and then using the least money to get the most equity."

"As these companies grow, they will bring us returns multiple times over, just like our investment in Every Moment."

"Their 20% stake should normally be worth at least 2.5 billion, but right now, we’ve secured it for just 900 million."

"Once it goes up, we’ll get at least double the return!"

"This is a brand new financial game!"