Chapter 1183: Chapter 1181: The Federation’s Values

The blonde female reporter looked at the editor incredulously.

Nowadays, it’s quite impressive for someone to enter a newspaper right after graduation, like that female writer caught in a lawsuit whirlpool again. Even with her father being a renowned writer, it’s still challenging for her to work at any publishing house.

The blonde female reporter comes from a middle-class family; otherwise, she wouldn’t have made it to college, let alone majored in journalism.

Her father is a senior partner in a large company, and her mother as well, which gave her an advantage from birth that 85% of the world doesn’t possess.

With a recommendation letter, she successfully joined one of the Federation’s largest newspapers.

But it was precisely this smooth life experience that gave the girl a kind of audacity that girls from middle-class families often have.

She hasn’t faced many difficulties, and life hasn’t been tough, her understanding of the world is limited to "I think."

"I think" harmed her at this moment. Although "harmed" might not be the right word; she only lost a job, after all, she can find others.

Not every college student pursues a career related to their major after graduation.

For example.

Some who studied architecture end up in sales after graduation.

Some who studied archaeology end up in sales after graduation.

Some who studied history end up in sales after graduation.

Some...

Now there’s possibly one more whose journalism studies led to losing a job and ending up in sales.

She kept looking at the editor, after a while she asked, "Why?"

The editor remained silent.

The girl might have realized the reason, she sneered and asked, "Just because I didn’t ask questions the way you wanted me to, am I being fired? Is there really such a necessity?"

The editor sighed, picked up a velvet cloth, wiped his reading glasses, lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, "You’re a journalism major; you should understand that a newspaper’s primary income comes from advertising and investor funding."

"Darkstone Security is not just an independent company. Behind it, there’s Darkstone Fund, Darkstone Airlines, and a gentleman named Lynch."

"This gentleman maintains quite good relationships with the presidents of most Federation consortiums, and his relationships with the Federation Government’s top officials, Ministry of Defense, and Military are also excellent."

"He’s even starting to form his own consortium, rapidly expanding his business empire beyond our sight with every breath."

"We rely on the other party for too much, advertising, relations, social connections..."

"You’re just a regular reporter, do you think our company would preserve your position while offending Mr. Lynch?"

He shook his head, "No, the company decided to drop you right after knowing what you said on site, to please Mr. Lynch." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"It didn’t even require Mr. Lynch to express anything; the company’s mid-to-high-level management already made that decision."

"Listen, this is life. If this brings resentment, you should hate yourself; it’s you who messed everything up."

"This should have been the start of your beautiful life, but you ruined everything!"

From the editor’s perspective, this is true; she just needed to ask a mild question, providing Darkstone News spokesmen the opportunity to boast, gaining Darkstone Security’s goodwill.

There are too many people working in this field in Bupen, countless politicians, capitalists, consortiums, opportunists, lunatics, fools...

Public news isn’t profitable; only exclusive pieces bring more benefits.

The girl has a pretty face, a great figure, and blonde hair. Along with her potential to make Darkstone see her as "a pretty decent girl," she could become the next "queen of news."

Actually, the company’s higher-ups gave her this opportunity hearing someone mention that Mr. Lynch loves watching his company’s press releases.

Perhaps Mr. Lynch would favor her?

Even if not favored, some goodwill is nice, as it could convert into exclusive news sometimes.

But due to her audacity, she ruined it all. She only has herself to blame.

The girl furiously shouted, "You make me sick!"

The editor shook his head, "If you feel disgusted, I apologize for that."

He put down his glasses, looked up at the girl, "You can go to Finance to collect this month’s full salary and severance pay, hoping you’ll find a great new job!"

Having joined not long ago, she left the company with her belongings. This didn’t stir much discussion within the news gathering department; they all knew what happened.

Sometimes this society is cruel, where not everyone possesses the power to speak, to express their heart, to tell the truth.

The girl stood at the door, angrily and unhappily, throwing her belongings into the trash without looking back.

She didn’t know that among those she resented, one senior stood cautiously in an office, one eye on Bupen’s view, slightly lowering his head, talking on the phone.

He was explaining, emphasizing, guaranteeing, and yielding!

All because of one girl, damn!

Soon Lynch received the news, someone called him and talked about this matter, mentioning that the girl who misspoke just lost her job.

Regarding this, Lynch merely laughed and said "Thank you," as a girl isn’t worth his direct targeting anyway.

His status is there, attacking a girl with her own ideas would degrade him.

But this doesn’t stop some who want to do something proactive.

They hope to step on a girl to avoid some potential troubles, even if the possibility is minimal.

At the same time, some hope to please Lynch through this matter.

Society, social interactions are just so simple, yet so messy.

Charlie (sister) went to Bupen after a simple wound treatment in the hospital.

This time more people escorted her, even if there were lingering thoughts, they could only be abandoned.

The next morning, Lynch met Charlie (sister).

"You look... not well."

Charlie (sister) touched her left ear, showing a smile that looked a bit ferocious.

"I’m like a monster now, but it doesn’t matter, I survived," having gone through such an "assault," her heart had become much tougher.

Thinking about it, the humiliation and torture, both physically and psychologically, although brief, were more than what anyone else could endure.

Lynch noticed that Charlie (sister) was missing part of her little finger and ring finger on her left hand, Scarface didn’t cut off her fingers entirely but broke them in the middle and then cut them off with a knife.

Double pain, double torture, although the fingers still had half left, there were some deformation and bone cracks.

Even after handling two fingers, Charlie (sister) still didn’t speak up, he realized continuing was pointless, even if he changed tactics.

This also shows that Scarface is a seasoned veteran; he knows cutting fingers can’t break Charlie (sister)’s psychological defense, continuing would only strengthen her resistance.

What’s the point of asking why not talk earlier when there are already so many missing fingers?

Some people are just like this, the more severe the injury, the more they can endure.

She looked at Lynch, "This is the first time I’ve been tortured like this, Lynch, I have an extra order for you, no matter the cost."

Lynch poured her some wine, then sat beside her, "Let’s hear it."

"I need information about those few people’s families; if you can help me capture them, even better. I said before, I would make them regret it."

"They didn’t kill me, now it’s my turn."

Seeing Charlie (sister)’s miserable appearance, Lynch thought for a moment, nodded, "No problem, one million for each person, we’ll calculate by head count."

Charlie (sister) grinned, all her front eight teeth had been pulled out; one could see the swollen, still bleeding gums, and part of her tongue was cut off.

She spoke a bit unclearly, due to the tongue being cut off.

"I can’t wait to see them!"

She paused after speaking, "The rest follows how we agreed before, help me clear my identity, find out who’s been meddling behind the scenes, then I’ll give you what you want."

Lynch nodded slightly, "These things aren’t difficult, but you should also be prepared that once you really decide to do this, you might need to cooperate with the Federation Government on certain issues."

"You know, the Silver Alliance matter makes us very passive, and we feel a sense of crisis."

Whatever was said made Charlie (sister) a bit uneasy, "I will certainly cooperate, some things are actually not as you imagine, we were also ’kidnapped.’"

She paused for a while, "And one more thing, my brother is missing, I want to find him."

"Not a big problem, as long as you have money, I Can solve most troubles for you here."

"As long as there is money!"

Lynch raised his glass, Charlie (sister) followed suit, they touched glasses and each drank some.

"Later, I’ll have a Lawyer talk to you, or you can find a Lawyer yourself to standardize and adjust the contract content..."

Charlie (sister) nodded indifferently, then curiously looked at Lynch, "Don’t you feel I look terrifying now?"

Since entering the room, Lynch didn’t show any abnormal reaction, which sparked a strange yearning in Charlie (sister), who didn’t dare to look in the mirror.

She hoped to hear Lynch say she’s no different from before.

Lynch again sized her up, missing one ear, the entire face swollen, lips cracked in several places, right nostril torn entirely, which was still in the swelling stage.

Without those teeth, she constantly swallowed saliva, and her speech was slurred.

Along with the two-fingered left hand, walking seemed problematic, not to mention more physical injuries, what is she if not a monster?

But Lynch never judges people by their appearance, but by their inner selves.

He smiled and answered, "Here in the Federation, people will only think you’re beautiful..."

Yes, beautiful.

Because in the Federation, this magical country, being poor is not only disgraceful but ugly.

But wealth isn’t!