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Chapter 19 Part 1 Dismissed by the Lin Tower
I had underestimated the situation.
I'd thought that with the Miss helping, at least Lin Xiong would be willing to see me. I'd badly misjudged.
The girls still kneeling prone exchanged wide‑eyed glances; a few naturally let their gaze drift toward me. The youngest, Tan Ying, had her eyes darting mischievously, lips curved in a smile impossible to read her thoughts.
At almost the same moment, from inside the small house, unmistakable moans began to ring out. All the girls' attention turned that way, and they started whispering and gossiping about Lin Jiabi's background. With no one left to discipline them, their innate nosiness bounced right back.
"Wow, he's screwing his own daughter that hard in there?"
"Oh, please. Don't tell me your dad never did you."
"One thing at a time. She sure screams loud."
They weren't wrong. This world simply didn't have a concept of "incest." I'd asked female coworkers at the hotel; nearly all had been with their father (and, if older, sometimes their son) or brother. Usually it only happened when the man really couldn't find anyone else.
However
However, judging by how Lin father and daughter interacted, their relationship went far beyond that. Something I hadn't anticipated at all.
If their relations weren't just "a father helping out his daughter," then trying to piggyback a connection to Lin Xiong through her could actually backfire.
Suddenly, the girls fell silent as Lanrui emerged. She glanced once at their prone forms, ignored them, and walked straight toward me.
"Mr. Chen, sorry you made this trip. Please give me all your materials and the Miss's personal belongings. Mr. Lin will read through your proposal at a later time."
Lanrui's manner was unfailingly polite, but her words had that familiar "we'll pass it up" and "wait to hear back" flavor.
"Thank you, Sister Lanrui. I'd really prefer to present my plan to Mr. Lin personally. I don't mind waiting," I said anyway. It costs nothing to dream.
"Mr. Chen, please just give me the papers. Mr. Lin… honestly, he only wanted to see the Miss today and probably doesn't have time for other matters. He has a magazine interview scheduled next."
My heart sank. Right "If I didn't agree, how would you come see me?" Lin Xiong wasn't interested in my business at all. Last time he'd been hospitable and generous through the networks of Yingzhi and Yunyun; landing an ordinary job had been easy.
But coming through his daughter, hoping for investment and a startup pitch… who exactly did I think I was?
Seeing me standing there dazed, Lanrui shook her head slightly, then tried again: "Mr. Chen, I promise I'll deliver it myself and make sure he gives it proper attention. If there's any response, I'll contact you immediately."
She sounded unexpectedly sincere, so I nodded. "Thank you, Sister Lanrui. I'll leave these with you my hard work. Please see that Mr. Lin gets them. And help thank him for the opportunity and the Miss for her support."
"Don't worry," she said with a smile. She passed my briefcase to a bodyguard and took the Miss's clothes and personal items herself.
"Mr. Chen, one moment. I'll see you to the elevator."
"I appreciate it." Truth was, I couldn't get down in that private elevator without her.
Lanrui turned back to the girls. "All right, students, up you get. That's all for today. You all did well. There were other activities planned, but Mr. Lin is busy now; you'll be called again."
Clearly, the "selection" was more than kneeling and answering questions there was supposed to be more fun afterward. But today Lin Xiong was occupied with his own daughter, so the students were dismissed.
The girls sighed in relief and thanked her as they pushed themselves up wincing, rubbing hands, knees, and the occasional breast.
"Girls, get dressed. I'll take you down to the elevator. Ah, Chang, finished yet?" she called.
Ten minutes later, I stood in the elevator with the chattering girls, heading down toward the company's grand lobby. I felt dejected, but what else could I do but wait for a reply? No startup journey is smooth from the start.
Tomorrow was Zhang Yunyun's wedding. Best to cheer up and enjoy the festivities.
Six girls had come up. Tan Ying stood right beside me, now in a white T‑shirt and blue denim shorts, her ponytail bouncing with youthful energy.
"Mr. Chen, what are you thinking about? You look really preoccupied." She smiled, dimples showing; her chatter was oddly charming.
"Nothing, Tan. I wanted to talk business with Mr. Lin, but he's busy with you all, so I just have to wait now."
"I think you're quite resourceful, getting an inside track through his daughter. But Mr. Lin seems oddly… fixated on her body. Weird, right?"
A chill ran down my spine, but I kept my mouth shut.
"A man that successful, yet so ruled by lust he even drags his own daughter into it doesn't that strike you as strange?" she pressed.
"Can you stop?" I cut her off, patience thinning.
Unfazed, she sniffed, "Just saying. They don't act like father and daughter, more like "
"All right, enough," I snapped, just as the elevator chimed. I strode out quickly.
As a traffic hub, the lobby bustled with people at all hours.
Among the crowd were also naked women a normal sight, whether required to be nude for work that day, or visiting as "comforters."
"Hey, what's that?" Tan's curiosity shifted instantly.
Along pillars and walls, at least a dozen naked women were chained by the wrists high above their heads; no other restraints making it easy for passersby to play with them.
Their expressions varied: some blank, unreactive even under groping; some tearful; some swinging their bodies invitingly, cheerfully calling acquaintances over to have at them though most only watched.
Each stood beside a small notice listing the reason.
"Just punishment for mistakes. We've all been through this at school," murmured Feng Shanning, whose story had stuck with me a girl traded to a convict by her own mother.
These were female employees punished for work errors and displayed for public use. For a company this size, having only a dozen on display was few. There were harsher penalties: at our hotel, it meant being sent to the construction site.
"This isn't even that fun," Tan wrinkled her nose.
"Work here first, then talk," said Feng bluntly.
"At least here there are rules. At school, those pigs just used the rules as excuses to mess with us," another girl fumed.
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