Blackstone Code-Chapter 279:

"Your skirt is a bit short..." Lynch sat on the sofa, holding an exquisite wine glass. Some believed that strong spirits were more enjoyable in square glasses, while cocktails and mixed drinks were better suited for round ones.

There were said to be many nuances to this, but Lynch didn't care much about it; he only vaguely remembered that it was a thing, and whether it was true or not was of no concern to him.

For wealthy individuals, people could always come up with a thousand reasons for why they did what they did and why they must do it, which was different from how the poor saw things.

For the poor, right was right, and wrong was wrong, leaving no room for even a hint of ambiguity.

Not far from him, a maid was bent over, cleaning. She wore a currently fashionable maid outfit, but it was evident that the style leaned more towards the adult side. Her skirt was short enough that when she bent over, Lynch could see her behind, along with a slightly reddened pimple on it.

In the Baylor Federation today, only the most avant-garde women dared to dress this way. They would disdainfully confront the myriad gazes thrown their way, using a silent look that seemed to mock the men: "I know you're a sleazy guy, and I know you're fantasizing about my body."

But here, this maid wasn't quite so avant-garde.

Lynch's comment made the maid stand up nervously, finally covering her behind and thighs with her skirt. She turned to look at Lynch, fear evident on her face.

Since the month before last, the residential compound's service company had begun laying off employees. Initially, it was the drivers; residents here no longer preferred not driving themselves.

They would hire drivers from the service company for their daily outings, with some residents even having dedicated drivers—they didn't mind the small expense.

However, as the economy declined, the first to be cut were the drivers. People were willing to drive themselves to save on unnecessary expenses, referring to it as "experiencing the joy of driving." It was a neat phrase, almost perfectly covering the plight faced by the middle and upper classes.

Next came the cuts to gardeners and sanitation workers, with one person doing the work of two or even three. This saved on costs, and those who were oppressed wouldn't resist; at least they still had jobs.

Now it was the maids' turn. Some residents had already gone bankrupt, and it seemed unlikely anyone would take over their properties in the short term. With many full-time maids becoming hourly workers, the number of idle maids in the service company increased.

To save on expenses, the company decided to cut about a third of the maids. If there was still excess labor among the remaining staff, they would continue to reduce numbers until they were satisfied.

At this point, a maid's employment hinged entirely on the needs of the residents who employed them. If a resident had no need for a particular maid, that maid risked being sent away.

If someone was willing to keep these maids on, then they could stay and keep their jobs.

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The latter's selection depended on how many management staff they could sleep with—indeed, some women had done just that, getting involved with at least two or more company executives to keep their positions.

However, some chose a different approach, opting to sleep with their employers instead.

This was actually more acceptable for the maids compared to getting involved with the company executives. At least they felt that if they could sleep with the residents, it proved their charm.

Encouraged by colleagues and friends, this maid decided to sacrifice some things to keep her current job. Tragically, it seemed her husband also knew about it but remained silent about her choice.

But at this moment, she felt uneasy, as she could not read Lynch. Her future—whether to stay or leave—depended entirely on Lynch's decision, which made her very anxious.

"You don't need to seduce me..." Lynch savored the whiskey in his glass, which was worth over three hundred bucks. The amber hue emitted a golden glow as the light passed through it, reflecting onto Lynch's face, making him appear almost saintly.

He withdrew his gaze from the glass. "I may not have expressed this correctly, but I won't change my attitude and principles just because I maintain an improper relationship with a woman. Rather than think about how to undress in front of me, you should consider how to satisfy me with your work. Understand?" Lynch placed the glass back on the table, looking directly at the maid as he gently wiped the underside of the coffee table.

As his finger traced along the surface, the maid's breath gradually came to a halt.

This was the underside of the table, and it wasn't easy to clean. Typically, no one would pay attention to this spot, but in reality, its cleanliness was quite important.

This was one of Lynch's personal experiences; he had once encountered an interesting client who had a peculiar habit—he liked to rest his legs against the edge of the table.

After signing a document one time, both men stood to shake hands and exchange papers to conclude the meeting, only to notice the clear gray marks on the gentleman's legs.

Not only was there dust, but also a small piece of cobweb-like material, which was quite unpleasant.

Even though that gentleman didn't exist in this world, perhaps there would be other situations and other people. Lynch was not a man who thought with his lower body; what he wanted was simple—just to focus on work, that was all.

The wiping process was actually quite brief, yet time seemed to stretch out. Each blink from Lynch appeared to the maid in slow motion, her heartbeat deafening and dizzying her.

She couldn't even remember whether she had cleaned the back of the coffee table, whether it looked as clean as the front.

After about two seconds, Lynch glanced down, his fingertip surprisingly clean, without a speck of dust. He smiled warmly. "See, it's that simple. As long as you take responsibility for your work, I will take responsibility for you.

"You can tell the company manager that you want to stay here working for me full-time."

The maid was instantly overwhelmed with joy and excitement.

Her husband was already unemployed, and the children still needed to go to school and required extra expenses. If she lost this job, she didn't know how the family would manage.

"I really don't know how to thank you, Mr. Lynch. Is there anything I can do for you?" The maid was thrilled and grateful, understanding that this was a favor granted to her by Lynch.

Lynch smiled. "Change into appropriate clothing. I don't want visiting guests to think I'm that kind of person."

He didn't specify what "that kind" meant, but it was clear to everyone. The maid quickly changed into normal clothes, feeling much more at ease.

Two days flashed by. Lynch's charitable private equity fund successfully obtained a precious opportunity from the mayor, who even publicly announced the bidding company's proposal in the city hall. This was to silence others and to show the fairness of the city hall in this matter.

Well, this sounded like a joke; the auction amount of over four million was transferred into this charitable private equity fund in no time. In Lynch's bid to the city hall, of the over four million funds, eighty-five percent would be used for various medium- to long-term investments, while the remaining fifteen percent would care for the qualified disabled and destitute workers.

Because this funding was not a one-time compensation, it was said that to ensure it could create a longer-term environment for these people, the management allowed a portion to be used for investments, but they also needed a guarantee, or a kind of defensive measure.

No matter how the management used the money, they had to ensure that eighty percent of it was spent on the supported groups; this was the bottom line.

Mark unhesitatingly signed the document on behalf of the fund's management team. Sometimes Mark could be quite charming; as long as there were benefits and not too much risk involved, he was willing to do something.

Aside from the fifteen percent that remained in the foundation's account, the rest was invested into Lynch's newly formed company under the guise of investment and subscribed to a significant portion of its stocks, also providing additional capital for the company.

Of course, these operations were all reasonable and legal means. Even if someone filed a lawsuit, it would have no real significance; the entire process conformed to the regulations and various laws of the Baylor Federation.

Though he had initially paid a bit more, the money eventually came back. Even if it didn't, Mr. Lynch was still a philanthropist; that was a social responsibility he was willing to bear.

For example, yesterday morning's newspaper mentioned this matter, stating that Mr. Lynch purchased those auction items at a price six times higher than the starting bid. He did so to undertake the responsibilities expected of a young entrepreneur in society.

"In front of the reporters, Mr. Lynch appeared somewhat shy. Looking at his still somewhat youthful face, it was hard for reporters to believe that such a ‘big kid' had already done better than anyone else."

"When asked by reporters why he did this, he seriously told them that he had earned money with people's help, and now was his time to give back to society. He would do everything in his power to achieve this."Please vote for this novel at https://www.novelupdates.com/series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link

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