CHAPTER 325: 0323 REWARD

"Mr. Lynch!"

The doctor once again looked Lynch up and down, and soon the images he had seen inadvertently began to overlap with the young man in front of him. Noticing the uncertainty in his hand reaching out, Lynch proactively extended his hand to avoid the other’s embarrassment.

If he offered his hand and Lynch didn’t intend to shake it, he would be very embarrassed and lose face.

Both in the past and now, being a doctor is a fantastic profession, especially with rumors that medical groups have persuaded many Members of Parliament to vote in favor of separating medical insurance from public insurance.

If that succeeds, it means that the service pricing of all medical groups and pharmaceutical pricing would no longer be under government supervision. They could sell a penny-a-pill medicine for a dollar without being fined for price hikes, no regulation on what should be free, what should be notified in advance to patients, and what offers more choices.

Thus, the doctor profession is becoming increasingly promising. However, if he embarrasses himself, he will become a joke, and everyone will ridicule him, which would be detrimental to his future development.

Fortunately, Lynch chivalrously extended his hand, resolving the doctor’s awkwardness. After all, this is what prominent figures can choose to do—they may choose to shake hands with those of lower status, or not.

"Mr. Lynch, it’s an honor..." The doctor was somewhat excited. The Federation people’s pursuit of wealth and respect for the affluent is deeply ingrained. He glanced at the bed at the indiscreet girl and asked softly, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lynch released his hand and repeated his earlier request, specially reminding, "I’ll pay the bill. Do I need to deposit some fees upfront?"

"No, of course not!" The doctor decisively shook his head. According to current hospital procedures, the bill is settled and sent to the patient after discharge, "You’ll just need to sign a consent form later..."

The doctor then immediately arranged for a caregiver to move the girl to a private room, providing her with the best treatment.

The girl was still very weak, it was unclear whether it was due to other reasons or just the effects of post-operative anesthesia not wearing off. She was weak, speaking softly, and her complexion was slightly pale.

"For what happened to you, I offer my sincere apology. I didn’t know the boy would go so far. As compensation, or whatever is fine, I hope to offer you something to express my remorse for this matter."

Lynch glanced at the girl’s broker, "You know, I’m one of the shareholders of ’Fox Film’. In our upcoming movie projects, we’ll reserve an important supporting actress role for you..."

The girl’s previously dim eyes suddenly brightened, she stared intently at Lynch. Lynch decided to reveal a bit more, "Our investment will exceed seven hundred thousand!"

In this era, a seven hundred thousand budget movie is already considered a major production. According to current market rates, the highest salary for top actors per movie is two hundred thousand (male actors) and one hundred fifty thousand (female actors).

But this is merely the industry’s highest standard. In reality, most movie stars don’t get such high pay. Even for those male and female actors who have raised this ceiling, it’s challenging to get such high pay repeatedly; there are limitations.

Most A-list movie stars’ pay ranges from fifty to one hundred twenty thousand. These years the market hasn’t been great—the overall investment in the film industry is growing, but individual film investments remain similar to or even slightly less than before.

Taking out about three hundred thousand for hiring actors and various personnel fees, over three hundred thousand will be poured into the filming. As one can imagine, it will be crafted beautifully and compellingly.

The girl had always wanted to enter this industry and had prepared for a long time. Now, she can finally fulfill her wish.

Playing an important supporting actress role in such a major film, she would reach the pinnacle of her career.

"Additionally, you will receive the best treatment. Just now, I spoke with the doctor. Your scar won’t leave an unsightly mark."

After shaking the girl’s hand, Lynch left a business card with the girl’s broker and then departed.

The reason why he treated this girl this way is partly because the boy went too far. All these people, the girl, were brought together by Lynch. Even though he’s a scoundrel who could treat anyone indifferently and even disregard human lives, he never neglects his responsibilities.

If it’s his problem, his fault, he will acknowledge and remedy it. Evading is cowardly behavior, and he doesn’t consider himself a coward.

Secondly, the girl might be useful in the future. Even if there’s no such opportunity, it wouldn’t matter. This expense doesn’t concern Lynch at all now.

When he left the hospital and returned to the hotel, the boy had already woken up.

He rubbed a bag of ice over the swollen and slightly purple face, showing that Lynch had slapped him hard.

He looked at Lynch with malice, evident that he now harbors significant resentment towards Lynch, but he dared not say anything.

Lynch walked straight to the sofa, sat down, took out a cigarette pack, lit one, and casually tossed the lighter onto the table, "Stand up."

This remark was so abrupt that the person who should have carried out the action hadn’t reacted yet.

Lynch glanced at the two bodyguards in the corner of the living room, "Help him up."

The two soldiers, who were on Lynch’s payroll, would only listen to him. The young man from Nagariel was lifted up by the two strong men, and Lynch suddenly kicked the coffee table in front of him, sending it crashing into the boy’s shin.

"My leg is broken!" he screamed hysterically, struggling, but unable to break free from the hold of the two professional soldiers, regardless of whether he used his strength to support his own body or not.

"This is the Federation...," Lynch pulled the coffee table back. The coffee table in the hotel was placed on the carpet and didn’t leave many scratch marks. He placed the ashtray that had been moved back in front of him, flicking some ash into it.

"The Federation is a country of laws. Do you understand what the rule of law means?" He looked at the boy.

A trace of terror appeared on the boy’s pain-distorted face. He realized that his struggles were futile. When his usual tactics began to fail, the facade of strength he pretended collapsed under the fear in his heart, revealing his vulnerable interior.

"Lynch..."

Lynch casually flicked, and the cigarette he had only taken two puffs from accurately landed on the boy’s face. It’s unclear whether it touched his swollen and bruised cheek or if the embers caused him to feel pain and fear, but he screamed.

Lynch took out another cigarette from the pack, clamped it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff. He pointed at the boy, "Call me ’Mr. Lynch’!"

Tears had already gathered in the boy’s eyes. Fear left him at a loss, "Mr. Lynch, I know I was wrong..."

Lynch shook his head, "No, you still haven’t understood. You’re just yielding to the pain and have to bow to me, admit you’re wrong, but you don’t really know what you did wrong."

"This is the first lesson I will teach you. This is a society governed by the rule of law, not Nagariel, where a ruler can simply spend ten thousand Glaring to be absolved by the gods for their murderous acts."

"Here, you must pay for every single thing you do. If that girl files charges against you with the Federal Judiciary, with just a few accusations, you could spend the rest of your life in prison."

"I promised your father to bring you to the Federation not so you could lose your freedom here, but so you could feel freedom here. But it is very clear that you are not ready yet!"

He waved his hand, "Let him go, let him stand on his own."

As the two soldiers released their hold, the boy nearly cried out again. His legs had completely failed to support his body weight just now, but now when his legs started to bear the weight of his body, the leg hit by the coffee table began to hurt intensely.

This pain was like... a kind of ripple, continuously spreading from his legs to his whole body. He was sweating, all over, unbearably so.

But now he dared not make any requests beyond Lynch’s decisions. He began to fear this peer, who had gotten along quite well with him on the sea.

"I cleaned up the mess from your stupid actions; I hope this is the last time. If you overdo it again and make me do work I hate..." Lynch pointed at him without stating what the punishment would be.

But this precisely undefined punishment and attitude instead made the boy more terrified. The unknown is the most frightening. When facing the unknown, people will imagine the scariest things they can conceive of.

For example, the boy now was thinking, would Lynch kill him, just like his father had his uncle drown his pregnant girlfriend in a pond in front of him?

In his view, this was the most terrifying punishment, and he thought it was very possible.

"I...won’t anymore, Mr. Lynch!"

Lynch nodded, pointed to the sofa for him to sit, then walked to the telephone stand on the side of the living room and dialed Adam’s number.

About twenty minutes later, the well-presented Adam came in with a briefcase, looking pleased, "Boss, what do you need me to do?"

During this period, Adam was recruiting everywhere and had established a law firm, fully demonstrating the demeanor of a successful man, feeling very pleased.

He knew very well where this gratification came from, and he remained very humble in front of Lynch.

Knowledge might enlighten his ears and eyes, but only money could fill his stomach.

Lynch pointed at the boy, "You have two days, let this friend from abroad know, in the Bail Federal, what can be done and what cannot be done."