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Chapter 21: Walking in the Human World
Often, everyone knows that their observation of things should not merely skim the surface; after all, there exists something in this world called "miracles."
Yet, more often than not, people still believe in their initial feelings and what they first see.
To transform a company with a registered capital of only one hundred bucks into a conglomerate... This kind of thing is not impossible, but it seems unlikely to occur with a small company that has a registered capital of only one hundred bucks.
Vera's husband's indifference left her somewhat displeased inside. After all, this was the place where she was about to work. However, she didn't show it, appearing to accept her husband's words filled with sarcasm.
Some women shouted for equality, baring their bodies as they took to the streets, while others remained at home, obedient to their husbands.
Later in the evening, after the family had dinner and the child had fallen asleep, Vera, dressed in silky pajamas, returned to the bedroom after freshening up.
She didn't know if it was because of that young man, but her emotions today seemed somewhat abnormal, a chemical reaction within her making her body temperature slightly higher than usual by about half a degree.
With a flushed face, she half-leaned against the bed, looking at her husband sideways. Her face was burning, and as she reached out to signal her husband, he placed the book in his hand on the bedside table, cast a sideways glance at her, and then lay down on the bed. "I'm tired. Let's sleep."
Her expectations and fire were instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water. Her expression stiffened, and her hot cheeks quickly cooled down.
After a few seconds of silence, she nodded, lay down on the bed, covered herself with a thin blanket, and gradually drifted into slumber after a long sigh.
The next morning, her husband left for work early. Watching him leave, she felt somewhat melancholic. These years...
Her understanding of her husband's work was limited to his workplace and vague details about his job. As for the rest, she had no idea. Since her man didn't want to tell her, she didn't inquire further.
After dropping the kid off at school with the maid, she hurried to the office. After discussing some matters with the management there, they called Lynch, hoping for a face-to-face conversation to finalize things.
Lynch arrived quickly. When Vera saw him, she couldn't help but smile a bit more. She recalled the compliments the young man had given her yesterday.
In fact, this situation occurred frequently. Without accountants, there would be no effective cost savings in operations, such as tax avoidance. Lawyers couldn't handle this; only accountants could.
So most of the time, business owners would compliment the accountants who came to work, praising them for being young and handsome or pretty. But Lynch's praise seemed different and made her slightly happier.
After signing the agreement, the general manager of the office looked satisfied with the contract, then had the secretary file it away.
"Mr. Lynch, do you have any specific preferences?" The general manager handed him a pure-colored Colofu— a pure blue cone-shaped object slightly thinner at both ends like a spindle.
This was a type of unconventional consumable different from tobacco. It wasn't meant for inhalation; mostly, it was enjoyed by stirring the taste buds to experience its unique flavor, surpassing the satisfaction of cigarettes.
However, some people would inhale it, which came with risks like a short-term increase in blood pressure and rapid heartbeat. Despite these issues, some people still used it, leading to two factions of Colofu.
One was a mixed-type Colofu blended with tobacco leaves, indicated by various colors and brown, meant for smoking and relatively cheaper.
The other type was the pure-colored Colofu that Lynch held. It couldn't be inhaled but was savored within the mouth, offering a unique fragrance and a joy unattainable by ordinary people.
The price of a single pure blue Colofu was approximately twenty bucks, not the best but not the worst either.
Lynch cut open both ends out of curiosity, then, holding a female-shaped ceramic lamp on the table, took a few puffs and nodded.
The strong fragrance erupted a feeling he couldn't quite describe in his mouth. It was as if inhaling the smoke contained surprising little balls, which shattered as he "tasted" them, releasing more flavors and scents. It was quite mystical.
He squinted slightly; the faint pleasure made him ponder. This was why people earned money. They needed money to enjoy these wonderful things.
"Ms. Vera, I've met Ms. Vera once. I'm only familiar with her here. If her work history doesn't show too many errors..." Lynch exhaled smoke slowly, shrugging. "Then why choose someone I don't know?"
Any accounting firm wouldn't admit to significant audit errors by their affiliated accountants. That would ruin their reputation. Besides, Ms. Vera hadn't made any such mistakes.
It was like over-reporting a few bucks or under-reporting a few bucks for taxes; these were actually minor issues. In the eyes of professional accountants, these problems no longer qualify as issues. They had ways to reconcile these discrepancies in the next accounting cycle.
So, to put it this way, Ms. Vera didn't have any problems at all.
The general manager nodded slightly and pressed a button on his desk's speed dial, causing a blue light to illuminate. "Ask Ms. Vera to come to my office, right away."
In less than a minute, after a brief knock and the general manager's permission, Vera walked in.
She subconsciously glanced at Lynch, coincidentally catching his gaze. Their eyes briefly met and quickly separated.
The general manager lacked the ability to fathom that the expression between the two was somewhat different from what was typical among most people. However, even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have been able to discern what it was.
"Mr. Lynch has signed a three-year agreement with us. He also hopes you can be the accountant for the Great Empire Company, provided you have no objections..." The general manager looked at Vera, signaling with his eyes for her to agree.
This job was quite leisurely. No one would think a company with a registered capital of only one hundred bucks would be very busy. Even if it was a shell, or some other deeper enterprise needed this shell for certain accounts, it wouldn’t be too busy.
People from the tax bureaus and banks were not fools; all accounts would fall within legal and reasonable limits. This also meant Vera would have a long period of leisure time, making such work more suitable for women.
This was the common view among most men: women were suitable for simple, leisurely work that wasn't too busy, didn't involve physical labor, and excessive mental effort, similar to how they were perceived to excel only in tasks like childbirth or preparing for childbirth.
Vera still had some struggles in her heart. She glanced at Lynch again, who was still looking at her. His gaze caused a peculiar shift in Vera's emotions.
It wasn't a burning gaze, nor was it cold. It lacked intense fluctuations, warm like annoying tepid water— not hot enough, not cold enough.
Most people probably wouldn't like such a gaze, but there would always be someone who did. For instance, someone like a stable housewife who didn't want to prove herself.
She hesitated for a moment and finally nodded. "I have no objections."
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