Lynch was gentle.

He was neither angry nor expressing any other emotion, but looked at the girl like a gentleman, "Suggest that I have a private chat with your male partner?"

The girl nodded again and again, and took the initiative to step aside and wait.

She is a little clever.

Lynch said that it was her male partner, which was a tacit consent to the current transaction relationship they maintained, and she could not leave by herself.

Cleverness can sometimes harm people, but sometimes it can also bring about some unknown changes.

Lynch and the little president walked to the edge of the casino, found a booth with a screen and sat in.

There are many resting places like this in the outermost circle of the casino near the wall. In fact, there are better resting places in the lobby and upstairs after going out.

Gambling is actually very tiring, mentally, physically, doubly so.

Many people sat at the gaming table after eating some breakfast, and looked up to find it was already late at night.

The high arousal prevents hunger from being a factor that affects their continuation of the game, so some people may suddenly be unable to hold on while playing.

They just need a rest, or something to eat.

"I asked someone to reserve the audience seats at the game site for you, but I heard that you didn't go."

Lynch took out his cigarettes and gave one to the little president.

The little president was a little embarrassed at first, but was soon attracted by the cigarette in his hand.

The cigarettes are custom made from the inside out, and each cigarette will have a longer mouthpiece than a regular cigarette.

There is a sunken "l" in the middle of the cigarette holder, and the words "Every Moment Lynch" are stamped on the outside of the cigarette holder.

This is a new customized packaging this year. In order to reflect that the cigarettes owned by everyone are unique, customized content is allowed at all times.

In addition to choosing the tobacco leaves they like and the girls who pick them, senior customers can also choose the color of the cigarette paper, the material, the material of the cigarette holder, the content, or other things.

The price remains the same, but the service is more, which makes many customers give very high praise to this small change every moment.

At the same time, in order to open up new markets, the customer levels are re-divided every moment.

Customers with a membership fee of 80,000 yuan a year will become "associate members", 180,000 yuan will be "members", 380,000 yuan will be "senior members", and 680,000 yuan will be "exclusive members".

In fact, there are more, but those levels are not very meaningful to ordinary people or even most customers, because they will never touch that line in their lives.

After Lynch stepped down as the CEO of Every Time, he is still the largest shareholder of Every Time, and also the honorary chairman of the board of directors. He is also considered the most senior member and has the qualification for customization.

He didn't ask for too many things, just some very simple things.

Some even demanded that gold be used as a wrapping material for tobacco, and each cigarette uses about two grams of gold.

Lynch has seen the samples, but it is not obvious that the cigarettes have been smoked after smoking.

The melting point of gold is higher than the peak temperature of the cigarette **** when smoking a cigarette, so the tobacco becomes ashes at the end of smoking, but the outer shell that wraps them is still strong.

However, this can be regarded as an innovation. Every moment also has its own research and development team. They are considering making cigarettes that "do not drop ash", and they will definitely be welcomed by the market!

In addition, there are some people who request that the cigarette holders be inlaid with gemstones of various colors as embellishments. It can only be said that there are so many rich people in the Federation!

Compared with theirs, Lynch's can only be regarded as very ordinary.

The little president put the cigarette in front of his nose and sniffed it. In addition to the smell of tobacco, there was also a faint smell of champagne.

It's amazing!

He lit the fire, took a breath, and then let it out slowly.

Although he is young, he is already very proficient in smoking.

In high school, teachers didn't stop students from smoking, at least not until the medical group warned that "smoking is bad for your health."

"Is this your custom cigarette?"

"How much does it cost to customize such a cigarette?"

The little president thinks this is a very interesting project, and to some extent, it fits his appetite—

Vanity!

When he took out a box of cigarettes with his name printed on them and distributed them to others, just thinking about it, he thought the picture was beautiful.

Lynch curled his lips, "First of all, you have to pay at least 80,000 yuan a year as a membership fee, and then you have a customized share, but it's not a lot."

"80,000 yuan allows you to customize fifty boxes of cigarettes, and you pay for the extra material costs yourself. It doesn't cost much for people like me."

"If you want something more luxurious, you'll have to pay for the materials yourself."

Low-level members only offer customizations for cigarettes, while those at the upper end offer customizations for Clover.

Hearing Lynch say that the threshold is 80,000, the little president said what he had to say, a bit bitter, and didn't continue to ask.

At least he couldn't afford it now, even if he had 80,000 yuan, he wouldn't use it to buy fifty packs of cigarettes.

He has other cheaper ways than to show off with such expensive cigarettes.

But then again, Lynch's cigarettes are really good!

Especially the faint champagne smell, how did they do it?

These doubts flashed in the little president's mind, and soon he remembered Lynch's previous question, and then he was a little embarrassed, "I forgot about it."

The purpose of the little president's coming here is not only to relax, but also to watch the God of Gamblers up close.

And Lynch agreed with him to come because Congress put a lot of pressure on him, and his current thinking does sometimes seem a bit perverted.

Like that night.

In fact, Lynch knows better than the young president that all the "unusual" things he has shown are actually a way to vent.

Anger, dissatisfaction, sadness, pain, helplessness... and hatred for the Federation all vented through that poor girl.

Because he has no other way.

He couldn't vent it on his mother, couldn't vent it on his classmates, and couldn't vent it on ordinary people in society.

Otherwise, the federal government will kill him directly, because he poses a hidden danger to the security of the country and society.

He can only vent on a girl, which is not conducive to his growth and health, so after that night, Lynch decided to take him to relax.

The slippery **** of the little president's thoughts was faster than Lynch's imagination. He didn't even resist, and he was addicted to it.

Lynch said, "It's okay," and then asked about some of his recent trips, as if he didn't know anything.

The little president was very talkative and talked a lot about some things he encountered. Lynch was like a quiet listener, listening to his interesting experiences or complaining.

Most of it revolves around what happened when he first arrived in Slem, and after that part of the chat, it feels hollow, because he's been gambling and having **** with call girls.

This kind of life is both boring and exciting for him, but there is really not much to talk about.

"You seem to like that girl very much?" Lynch glanced at the girl standing outside and didn't know whether to stay here or leave, and asked the little president.

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The little president's expression was a little complicated. He first shook his head and then nodded.

Young people, there will always be a plethora of emotions and emotions.

The thing that young people like to do most before the age of 30 is actually "preaching". They always feel that their "experience" is very rich and they can persuade those who have done wrong or lost their way to return to the right path superior.

After the age of thirty, when the mind is truly mature, they begin to persuade people not to stick to their bottom line so rigidly.

Timely gratification is the most important thing!

The little president is at this stage. He has been in contact with the girl for two days, and he will talk about these topics every time he rests after intense exercise.

They're the same age, why are they doing this kind of thing?

The girl's tragic experience made the little president very sympathetic. He tried to help her, but he didn't know how.

And he could feel that the girl seemed very afraid of leaving the current environment.

The little president knew that someone was controlling her.

It's just that this kind of thing is relatively private, he is too embarrassed to say—

I can't tell Lynch directly that I have some inexplicable feelings for a call, I hope Lynch can help him, right?

What about the one at home?

So it's a contradiction!

Lynch knocked on the screen to attract the girl's attention. He waved to the girl, and the girl stayed outside the booth with her head slightly lowered.

The turbulent fat is almost being squeezed out uncontrollably, maybe this is also one of the little president's strange sexual fetishes.

"Go on the phone and have your boss come over and I need to talk to him."

The girl looked up at the little president in surprise, nodded quickly, and ran away quickly.

Lynch doesn't care about why she's in this business, whether it's voluntary or controlled.

What he cares about is that the little president's life should be colorful.

After enjoying it for a long time, you will forget it, and even get tired of the depressing life!

Not long after~lightnovelpub.net~ a middle-aged man with his waist hooked while wiping his sweat came running over.

He was wearing pointed leather shoes, his hair was smeared with thick pomade, his body was slightly thin, and he was wearing a very flowery shirt. His overall style was...frivolous.

"Mr. Lynch, are you looking for me?" He bent over almost ninety degrees, very nervous and sweating all the time.

When the girl in his hand told him that Lynch was going to see him, his first thought was not that Lynch could bring him any good, but that those girls might have caused trouble!

Isn't this fatal?

will die!

Lynch picked up the towel on the table and helped the man wipe the sweat off his forehead, which made the man's body tremble slightly, just like the girl just now!

In his continuous thanks, Lynch glanced at the little president, "My friend wants to take this girl away, is there any problem?"