Darkstone Code-Chapter 1005 - 1003: Different Birthday Gifts

After a busy half day, Lynch’s birthday party finally came to an end.

Or rather, anything that needed to be discussed had been discussed, so the party was over.

As he watched the guests leave, the community service company began arranging to clean everything up here.

This is the advantage of having money. Not only do you have no worries, but others also feel honored to serve you!

It’s like standing in a cornfield, lifting your boots onto a serf’s shoulder, the serf breathing on the boots and wiping them with his sleeve, saying with a slightly stiff accent, "It’s my honor, sir." Just thinking about it sends chills down one’s spine.

Penny hooked her arm around Lynch’s as they walked toward the room, "I’ve also prepared a gift for you, I wonder if you’ll like it."

The girl’s expression was a bit strange; Lynch glanced at her but couldn’t analyze what lay behind this slightly twisted excitement. He had a vague shadow in his mind but didn’t know if his guess was correct.

People feel curious and develop a desire to explore things they don’t understand, like the wonders of nature or the mystery of religious culture.

Of course, it’s not absolute; sometimes people fear things they can’t control or overcome, like death, for example.

Fortunately, everything was still under control.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You’ll find out soon enough!" the girl replied, entering the room with Lynch.

The room was already filled with many gifts, some of value that Lynch would keep carefully, while others of no value might be discarded.

In the center of the hall was a large box, about one meter square, wrapped with a very beautiful bow, looking somewhat... like something you’d give to a girl.

"I’ve been preparing this for a long time; you will definitely like it..."

Lynch pondered, "You disappeared for a while earlier, was it to prepare this gift?"

He walked up to the gift box and gently tapped it; it was made of wood and hollow inside.

Earlier, Penny had disappeared briefly. Some invited guests brought their female companions, and when Lynch was chatting with the men, it was best if someone could talk to the accompanying women to avoid their boredom and awkwardness.

But Penny had gone missing. He thought maybe she was feeling unwell or something, but unexpectedly, she had gone to prepare a gift for him.

At this moment, Lynch vaguely had some guesses, but he didn’t show it.

Someone had prepared a mysterious birthday gift and intended to present it as a surprise; naturally, it deserved some cooperation.

Lynch was someone with a sense of style; he wouldn’t do anything to ruin the mood.

"Can I open it?" he asked.

"In a moment, I want to capture this moment!" Penny’s body trembled slightly with excitement; she didn’t know where she got a camera from.

After she was ready with everything, she looked at Lynch, "What are you waiting for?"

Lynch didn’t immediately open the gift but looked at her, "You can play, but the film must be given to me, understand?"

Penny hesitated for a moment, then nodded without resisting.

Then Lynch opened the box, and just as he imagined, there was a cushion on the ground. The maid was stripped and tied up in a shameful posture with ribbons specifically used for packing gifts.

On her chest was written the words "Happy Birthday"...

"Damn!" From a distance, Austin held her forehead and turned to look at the wall, the little curiosity she had earlier now completely vanished without a trace, leaving only an indescribable sense of despair.

Perhaps this is the life of the wealthy: simple, yet decadent. She even wondered if she should write a report to have herself temporarily transferred.

Staying here too long made her feel her values were being challenged!

She knew the maid and Lynch had some... um, transactional relationship and also knew this girl actually had a boyfriend. It was said they’d been together since high school, maintaining the relationship until now.

Even when they met a while back, they talked about marriage and future life, planning to settle in Bupen, both actively preparing for their future life.

As for why Austin knew so much, it was because everyone who could get close to Lynch would undergo investigation!

Because of this, Austin felt her values were being fiercely challenged.

She couldn’t imagine the maid, while accompanying her boyfriend, perhaps her future love, was also accepting everything here, just for a stable job, company insurance, and an additional income from Penny.

She could endure this!

Is money’s charm really that strong?

In fact, those who think similarly are the ones who are very short of money. Those who are not short of money will never understand how important money is to those who lack it and can’t earn it.

It’s like some are squandering their lives while others are doing everything they can just to live a few more days.

When you have and fully possess even surplus of something, you don’t care about its importance to those who lack it.

For the maid, money is everything, the only way she can live well in this society!

The flash of the camera lit up the room for an instant before returning it to its original state. The maid’s embarrassment and Lynch’s smile, tinged with a slightly surprised expression, were all captured on film.

Penny laughed loudly, stomping on the sofa as she ran over to pounce on Lynch, hugging him and asking incessantly.

"Do you like it?"

"Do you like it?!"

Lynch nodded, "It’s alright."

Penny looked confident, "I knew you’d like it. It’s a pity I could only find a few helpers today; I’ll find more next time."

As they spoke, the maid’s face was so red it seemed it could drip blood. Lynch squatted down to untie the binds on her, "Sorry, sometimes she’s like a lunatic."

The maid quickly assured it was nothing, timid, cautious, somewhat humble, even showing an attitude that she didn’t mind joining such a game.

She feared losing this job. Of course, sometimes girls could be like boys, having some... desire? for an outstanding person of the opposite sex.

Given the maid’s conditions, even if she had saved the world in her past life, she would not have the chance to sleep with Lynch in this life.

But now, as long as Penny came over, she would have the chance to sleep with Lynch.

It’s hard to say who is at a loss here or who gains. Perhaps both.

"You don’t need to apologize. She actually supports my suggestion, and even if there should be an apology, it should be me apologizing," Penny said standing aside after watching it all happen.

Actually, she was still too young, not realizing that sometimes people tend to go to extremes because of something that no one else might notice.

Everyone has a "behavior insurance"; no one knows what others’ "fuse" is like. The best way is to maintain respect; at least in this way, you won’t break someone’s fuse.

If you accidentally break it, then it might trigger a series of problems.

In a case that once happened in the Federation, one occurred in a middle-class community.

The middle class mostly show a polite attitude—note, just "show".

Whether they are really polite or not, they will show it, being polite to neighbors and even the doorman.

They will often say thank you and frequently give tips.

In the community where the incident occurred, there was a household that never talked to the security guard on duty; even when the guard served them, they wouldn’t say thank you.

Unlike others, others would at least say thank you or even give him a cigarette.

So a thought, a notion, was planted in the security guard’s mind; he felt this family disrespected him, looked down on him.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t they respect him, not even willing to give a thank you or a greeting?

With such thoughts, whatever actions this family took, the guard took it as a process of them looking down upon him.

The resentment accumulated more and more until one day, while on patrol, the guard subconsciously flicked a cigarette butt onto this family’s lawn.

The male homeowner noticed this and from behind the window required the guard to pick up the butt and throw it away, even threatening to complain to the community service company.

The guard complied and expressed his apologies, but the anger in his heart also reached its peak.

When he returned to the post, the manager told him he was fired, and in an instant, the flames of anger burned through the rational defenses.

In this society, a job is very important because enjoying many social benefits must be based on having a job.

This could be called the capitalists’ conspiracy. Only by working for the capitalists, accepting their exploitation and oppression, do people have the right to enjoy social services.

On the other hand, this also reflects the mechanism of this society that doesn’t need "waste".

It’s like people often say, with hands and feet, can’t find even a labor job?

Those who say these words surely have never done hard labor, and finding a job indeed is not easy. If everyone were to find jobs, the competition would be even fiercer.

This is just off the topic.

Soon afterward, this guard sneaked into the house at night, killed the family of four, and then turned himself in. The court gave him the outcome he desired.

This case caused a great stir, leading at that time to many security guards in middle-class communities being cleared out.

Those with drinking problems, bad habits, violent tendencies, or possible dissatisfaction with the community and company... almost all were dismissed.

No one knows when these individuals might break down over what issue. Once such an event occurs, people have difficulty bearing the consequences it causes.

What’s more, dignity is sometimes expensive, sometimes very cheap, one cannot say for certain if the same things happen again whether different situations will arise.