Blackstone Code-Chapter 261:

While ensuring she could accompany Lynch to the event, Severella also arranged for someone to investigate Lynch's true identity and whether he had indeed received an invitation to the presidential event.

For those with influence at a certain level, such investigations could be as simple as making a phone call.

Soon enough, the person Severella consulted provided her with a satisfying answer: Mr. Lynch from Sabin had indeed received an invitation to the President's celebration event, inviting him to attend with a female companion.

In addition, Severella also took a moment to learn more about Lynch's current business ventures and why he were invited by the President.

However, her curiosity quickly faded after learning about Lynch's current ventures. The reason was simple: they were too insignificant to hold her interest.

For a girl like Severella, whose family discusses only large-scale businesses, Lynch's small company, with a net worth likely not even reaching ten million, wasn't something she cared to know more about.

As for starting from scratch, no one really cares about that. The beggar on the street also started from nothing, and so did the roadside car washer with a broken bucket and a rag. But people never pay attention to them because they care first about how much money someone has. Only then do they become interested in what that person did and how they did it. People are eager to learn from "successful" experiences, not from those who failed.

Overall, though, this was a good opportunity.

On the day he confirmed the matter, Lynch purchased a train ticket to Bupayne. He expected to arrive by tomorrow morning or noon.

To be honest, Lynch found the current federal transportation system quite inconvenient, prompting him to even consider investing in companies developing airplanes. This way, he could be among the first to enjoy air travel.

After arranging his other tasks, Lynch set off alone for Bupayne, arriving in the afternoon of the next day, about three hours later than planned.

The delay was due to the train conductor feeling suddenly sleepy the previous night, stopping at a small station for over four hours to rest. Fortunately, this unscheduled stop didn't give any potential robbers a chance, and just as Lynch began to worry, the train finally resumed its journey.

Although the world was moving into a more civilized era, many remnants of the past still lingered, with savagery not yet fully eradicated.

Upon arriving in Bupayne, Lynch was picked up by a car and taken to the Bupayne Hotel, where guests attending the event were staying.

At the hotel, Lynch met Severella, who was with her luggage. She was an exceptionally beautiful girl, as most children born into upper-class families tend to be. Even if not outstanding, they are at least above average.

Their wealth and power allow them to select the best genes to breed the next generation, and Severella was a perfect example of a girl who combined her parents' excellent genes.

She appeared to be about five feet eight inches tall (approximately 170 cm), with golden-brown hair, deep blue eyes, a delicate face, and fair skin.

She wore a mink fur hat and a white fur coat, making her look as clean and pure as a snow angel.

A stunning girl, at least one who made a lasting impression.

When she saw Lynch, she waved at him, a look of surprise on her face. "You're even more handsome than in the newspaper photos."

Lynch extended his hand for a handshake. The girl's hand was slender, soft, and well cared for. To Lynch's surprise, she didn't have long nails or wear the trendy nail polish that had recently become popular.

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"You're also very beautiful, Miss Severella."

"Call me Rella. We've discussed this on the phone already!" Perhaps due to Lynch's handsome appearance, Severella corrected an issue she hadn't considered before.

Lynch smiled and called her "Rella." His eyes briefly glanced at the suitcase she was holding, and the girl quickly noticed his gaze.

She half-turned and gestured for Lynch to follow her into the hotel, explaining as they walked, "The vehicles for the President's celebration will pick us up directly from here. At that time, someone will take care of everything, including escorting us from our rooms to the car and then to the event venue.

"During this process, we can't depart from any other location or join the convoy halfway. This is to ensure the President's safety, so we'll need to stay in the same room for the next couple of days."

The girl seemed unconcerned as she spoke. "Of course, if you think we'll be sharing a bed, you're mistaken."

It was a rather unamusing joke, but Lynch wasn't bothered; he didn't care much about such things.

As they entered the elevator, the girl extended her hand. "May I see the invitation?"

"Of course." Lynch handed over the invitation. After glancing through it, the girl pressed a button for a floor, then returned the invitation to Lynch and explained, "Actually, from this point on, we're already in the preliminary stages of the event.

"The invitation indicates our assigned floor and designated dining area. In the evening, we'll meet some of the other guests invited by the President. If you find anyone interesting, you can chat with them. This is meant to warm things up before the main event."

At events like those hosted by the President, the guests come from all over the country, and even some foreign powers are invited. Most people may have heard of each other but have never met.

If no opportunity is provided for them to interact beforehand, the event might be awkward—people would be cautious in choosing topics and conversation partners in front of the public, media, and the President.

This could lead to a cold atmosphere where people only stand in their spots, making the event lack energy.

That's why a pre-event, like a meet-and-greet, is necessary. It allows brief interactions that help form circles quickly, making the event appear orderly and lively.

They were led to their room by a waiter who was clearly an undercover agent from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The reason they could easily identify the waiter's true identity was likely due to the innate skills of federal citizens and the unmistakable demeanor of the agents.

Often, when they need to arrange undercover work, they have to find individuals who meet their requirements, like newcomers or students who haven't yet developed the arrogance that would give them away, making them less likely to be discovered.

For example, Wood, who was diligently learning alongside Lynch, was such a person.

Once inside the room, the girl assigned them separate bedrooms. It was a suite with enough rooms, a living room, and a study. After settling in, the girl asked Lynch to show the clothes he had brought.

When she saw that Lynch had only brought two outfits, she couldn't help but complain, "You should have at least four to five outfits with accessories. The one you're wearing today can't be worn again before the event ends..."

The girl looked seriously at Lynch and suddenly asked, "You don't think I'm..." She made a chattering gesture, "…annoying, do you?"

Lynch shook his head. "That's why I invited you. I've never attended an event like this, so I need someone knowledgeable to help me."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. "Then we need to get you two new suits. The dark one you brought is good; we'll save it for the event day, but you're still missing two outfits for interacting with others at the hotel.

"Fortunately, this isn't a problem. I'll have a tailor come by, and I'll get a designer to create a look for you." She smiled. "You look so outdated right now."

For the rest of the time, Lynch became like a doll in the girl's hands, rapidly transformed under her guidance, becoming more dazzling.

The designer Severella found was one of the best in Bupayne, and perhaps in the entire Federation. He quickly identified Lynch's qualities.

As this designer, known as Mr. Tony, put it, youth and handsomeness were Lynch's greatest strengths, which is what he needed to showcase.

Low-key and steady were not suitable for the occasion they were about to attend. People wouldn't remember him for being low-key and steady; they'd forget him.

But people would remember his sharpness and unique presence at the President's event—bold and admirable.

By the time dinner rolled around, Lynch had completed his transformation. After dining in the hall, they exchanged business cards with many people, some of whom often appeared on television.

With the girl's help, Lynch easily made connections; especially when people learned that the girl's father was Mr. Waldric, their attitude towards Lynch and the girl became even warmer.

This socializing continued until about 9:30 PM before they returned to their room. And there was still another day of this.

The next day's schedule was similar to the previous night's. Breakfast was served in their rooms, while lunch and dinner were in the dining hall.

After meals, they would chat in nearby bars or lounges, which made Lynch think of a philosopher's critique of upper-class socializing—they never do anything practical. Their only work is to stand around boasting to each other, talking about things of no value to society to highlight their noble status. The most absurd part is that these non-laboring people always insist that laborers work according to their methods.Please vote for this novel at /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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