Darkstone Code-Chapter 993 - 991: Life Always Needs a Little Surprise
Talking about whether children can be spanked, this is a very interesting subject.
Some active social activists and education experts in society claim that spanking children will cast a shadow on their childhood, affecting their entire lives, and are actively pushing for legislation to criminalize "spanking children."
Many people believe this statement to be correct, and many are advocating for these voices. Children are the future, we can only educate them, cannot lay a hand on them, not even scold them!
But, interestingly, many established families are not interested in these claims. Private tutors and whips are probably the most memorable parts of children’s childhood.
Strict teachers, and getting spanked in front of other siblings, is not a pleasant experience.
In fact, a careful observation of nature reveals that various species, especially predators, are strictly taught by their parents how to survive and hunt when they are young.
Some birds of prey even toss their chicks off cliffs to teach them to fly, passing down methods to overcome fear.
On the contrary, those prey species tend to live more comfortably.
The most common example is rabbits; rabbit parents do not punish their young for digging inefficiently or lacking sensitivity to birds of prey in the sky.
It’s truly fascinating.
Perhaps this explains why predators always occupy the upper food chain. Of course, it could just be a coincidence, since human society does not have a food chain...
Just a coincidence!
Here too, there are spanking tools, something like a table tennis paddle from another world, only slimmer.
It’s made of sturdy wood, wrapped with a slightly soft, cushioning filling, and covered with a layer of tanned leather.
The taste of this thing on the butt can be quite complex, but it’s also a process that children receiving elite education must go through during their growth journey.
It teaches these kids that when you do not possess the ability to resist, it’s best to pretend to cooperate and accept all unfair decisions.
Looking at the child in front of him, trying hard to appear serious, Lynch pursed his lips, "Your smile looks a bit fake..."
He decided to change his way of communicating, "I know the core of communication is a smile, but the curve on your lips is a bit too big, which makes me feel you are working hard to show your smile, and that feels fake."
"You should relax your facial muscles, a smile doesn’t need drastic changes because its core is expression."
"You need to express that you are ’smiling,’ not that you are trying hard to smile."
"Yes, relax a bit. If you aren’t sure what relaxation is, you can start by not smiling, let your muscles relax for a bit, then slightly raise your lips, without much, yes..."
"In normal cases, we don’t have such exaggerated expressions. You don’t have to let others see you are smiling, as long as they think you are smiling, that’s enough."
"Next is your gaze, don’t stare straight into others’ eyes. This gives a strong sense of aggression, but don’t move your gaze too far, they might think you..."
Lynch added some small hand gestures, "...they might think you may have done something wrong, so you’re afraid to look at them."
"You have two choices, look... here, and... here.", he pointed at the boy’s nose bridge and philtrum.
The boy listened very attentively, not knowing how useful these would be now, but perhaps they might be useful in the future.
At least it makes Lynch seem less boring.
Just as Lynch was teaching the boy how to become the best person in everyone’s eyes, lunch was almost ready.
The plan for today is to have lunch together, then go for a stroll in the park, play a bit, and then have dinner together.
Lynch is quite free now, with nothing particularly important needing his attention, whether it’s Nagariel, Amelia, or the Federation Mainland, nobody needs him, he feels "abandoned."
But it isn’t sad; it actually shows that all industries are very healthy, which is a good sign.
If a wealthy person is continually busy every day, to the point that he hardly has time to spare, don’t doubt it.
He isn’t really busy making money; he’s figuring out how to solve his troubles, but it’s difficult for him to do so.
Whereas those who seem not to work at all, running off to play tennis for a day, or hunt for days in a hunting area, their assets and businesses are genuinely healthy.
An enterprise that cannot function without a specific person will always encounter problems, as it cannot solve problems independently!
"What are you talking about?" Vera came out of the kitchen, curious about the conversation between the two. She couldn’t believe Lynch would have common topics with a child.
Because Lynch himself is still young, he doesn’t have children yet, he hasn’t grown from having to communicate with children.
Many young people do not like children, some even resent them.
"We are talking about how to grow into someone everyone likes!" Lynch spoke the truth, but obviously Vera didn’t agree.
She placed the lunch dishes on the table and removed her apron, "Okay, we can have lunch now."
"I’ve saved some dishes for the evening, and we’ll go out and have some fun this afternoon..."
She talked about today’s plans, a lifestyle to be longed for.
Lynch took the boy’s hand and led him to the dining table, tipping his head slightly and softly saying, "Remember what I said, don’t let anyone see your emotions, otherwise your mask will fall off..."
He didn’t care if the boy understood, he felt the boy understood.
"A sumptuous lunch!"
In the Federation, people don’t make lunch so lavish, when poor, they eat whatever; during normal times work keeps them busy with no time to savor food, reserving all the good things for the evening.
Today, they don’t need to work this afternoon, nor have other matters, so it’s richer.
The servant opened a bottle of wine for the two.
"To a sumptuous lunch..."
This was Lynch.
"To us being able to sit together for a meal..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
This was Vera.
The two clinked glasses, taking a drink, as they continued to enjoy delicious food while chatting about interesting topics in current society.
For instance, the birth of stockings.
It’s a very special thing, whether it’s originally created for women or not, stockings immediately replaced the status of traditional tights.
Now, no one wears those traditional tights, every girl hopes to own a pair of beautiful stockings; they would do anything for it.
Even some men wear stockings—this isn’t a joke; in the companies selling stockings, men are also listed as the target audience.
After all, in a man-dominated society, discussing potential spending power, men indeed have more potential.
They might have overlooked something, which is because this society is male-dominated; they cannot wear stockings and shorts carrying a briefcase to work.
It’s too ridiculous!
On what seemed to be a harmonious and happy day, during a happy lunch, the phone suddenly rang.
Lynch and Vera both looked at the phone in the corner; both were somewhat puzzled.
Lynch’s puzzlement was from thinking that no one would call privately at noon, especially during meals, which is stupid and gives a bad impression, so he didn’t overthink it.
Vera’s puzzlement was from completely not knowing who would call her at noon, Darkstone Capital people?
It shouldn’t be, as Darkstone Capital is not yet fully operational. Many departments and functions are not officially established and operating; it’s just a place to confirm Lynch’s profits.
"Go answer it; if it’s not important, tell them we are dining, have them leave their name and phone number, and we’ll return the call after the meal."
Vera made the right decision, but the phone call interrupted their laughter, as they started focusing on the food instead of chatting while eating.
Sometimes emotions come so suddenly and leave even more suddenly!
The servant answered the phone and was stunned for a moment, she quickly returned, "Mr. Lynch, it’s for you; the caller says there’s something very important that must contact you now."
"Me?", Lynch looked up at the servant, a bit puzzled. He wiped his lips and corners of his mouth with a napkin, somewhat apologetically stood up, "Excuse me, I’ll see what’s going on."
He left his seat and walked to the corner where the phone was placed, picked up the receiver, "It’s me."
"Mr. Lynch, it’s me, I’ve just received some very bad news..."
The speaker was the Senior Soldier, he alone had all the phone numbers of places Lynch might go; others didn’t know as many numbers, let alone where Lynch might go.
Lynch frowned slightly, intuitively feeling that this matter might be related to what was happening.
What the Senior Soldier said next confirmed his suspicion.
"Our attack forces within Mariluo suffered a setback, many people are injured, and they are asking the Ministry of Defense how we plan to proceed."
Lynch’s tone didn’t seem nervous, as if he didn’t know it was bad news, "I need an exact number, how many died, how many are injured, and how much strength do we have left?"
Immediately, the sound of flipping papers was heard in the receiver, soon the Senior Soldier’s voice returned, "One hundred twenty-nine dead, over five hundred seventy injured, and the number seems to be rising."
Lynch’s brows furrowed, pacing a few steps back and forth, turning his back to the dining room, his tone already carried some displeasure, "What happened?"
