0079 The scariest thing is not what you want to do, but what I think you want to do.

  It was a somewhat romantic looking dinner.

  Elegant restaurant environment, people were exchanging in whispers, and in the entire restaurant, apart from the music of the piano, there was only the slight sound of cutlery rubbing against the dishes - as long as one eats here, one always has to use cutlery to cut something, and this was a sound that could not be avoided, even though everyone was trying their best to avoid it.

  This kind of environment, even when sitting in the hall, gives a natural feeling that there is an isolation between it and the other tables.

  Each table was a small space that could only accommodate the people at the table.

  With some flower petals on the table, a red tablecloth, and some fine tableware, even if Lynch hadn't done anything too intentional, it would still make people feel somewhat romantic.

  Perhaps because of the flower petals, perhaps because of the environment, most of the people dining here were pairs of young men and women.

  Lynch chatted about work before the chef could get theirs heated up.

  Sometimes the women seemed easy to talk to, but there was still something insistent within them, and at the same time there could be something so elusive that even they themselves didn't know why they were this way, or that way.

  That's why the central thrust couldn't be put away, Lynch had invited Vera to dinner, the subject was work, and if he didn't talk about those things it would make Vera feel uncomfortable and in turn ramble on, but if he did, those other things would be the finishing touches to a wonderful dinner.

  "You know, I've been busy lately with my new job ...", Lynch shook off his napkin and smiled, a handsome man's smile was always pleasing to the eye, just as a beautiful man's smile was always mesmerizing.

  Lynch was a handsome man, and being handsome was his most important passport, in fact, for him, being handsome, or ugly wasn't an obstacle that prevented him from moving to the top, but being handsome, could make the process a little bit easier.

  Just like right now, a handsome young man invites a lady who is having a cold war with her husband to have dinner, the atmosphere is a bit ambiguous, the lady may enjoy this somewhat dangerous sweetness with a slightly drunken face.

  But if Lynch was an ugly ghost, not to mention the ambiguous atmosphere, she might not even answer Lynch's phone call.

  Vera looked at Lynch's face and nodded, "You told me that you have some plans for a new company."

  "Yes, I said ...," his voice seemed to carry a magic power that could make people feel his inner pleasure through his voice, it was a very special technique.

  The expression, the eyesight in conjunction with the voice can release enough misleading signals to make people feel that he is happy, and people will subconsciously let down their guards for good things, not just people, but animals as well.

  "I'm going to start a large company with statewide coverage, and I'll have it organized by the second half of this year to early next year at the latest."

  Lynch was just halfway through his sentence when a waiter stood by the table after apologizing with an apology, and Lynch stopped what was coming out of his mouth.

  The waiter held a bottle of red wine in his hand and owed a curtsy, "Excuse me, ma'am, and sir, here's the wine you chose." , he displayed the label, "Shall we open it now?"

  Vera touched her cheek and smiled, not reproachfully, "I didn't realize you wanted more wine."

  "If you don't like it we'll have something else, juice or a drink?" , Lynch was decisive enough to change her choice, which in turn made Vera too embarrassed to say no, she just said it was fine and acquiesced to the fact that the drink to accompany the evening meal contained alcohol.

  Of course she also trusted Lynch, she didn't think Lynch would do anything too much to her, sometimes having a handsome face was really enviable.

  After sniffing the oak cork, looking at the hanging wall in the goblet, and feeling the change in aroma as well as the change in astringency, Lynch took the bottle of red wine that had been cellared for ten years.

  He waited for the waiter to walk away before he smiled and said, "I'm actually not much of a red wine drinker, it tastes ...", he shrugged, which in turn made Vera laugh.

  "If you don't like it, why would you want a bottle of red wine?" , Vera probably didn't even know herself why she asked such a question or what answer she wanted.

  Instead, Lynch picked up the bottle and poured some wine for Vera's glass, he snatched the job that should have belonged to the waiter, and as he poured, he said, "I thought you'd like it, I've read some books, and they say that ladies like red wine, don't they?"

  He answered at a surprising angle, directly blocking Vera's intention of pursuing the question further, if she were to ask why you're reading these books then the answer would probably be embarrassing for everyone.

  But in the event that she didn't pursue the question and Lynch didn't give an affirmative answer, she would ramble on, even if she didn't show it, as the alcohol started to kick in after the meal.

  A handsome young man, why would he want to please himself, she would give herself a forced rationalization according to her needs and then snicker while enjoying the atmosphere.

  She would even tell herself that it was Lynch's decision to pursue her, but she wouldn't say yes to him, it wouldn't be a betrayal, or cheating, she couldn't stop someone else's freedom because of her own thoughts, maybe that was completely different from the truth.

  Sometimes women were conflicted in their thoughts like that, of course men were sometimes more conflicted.

  The light makeup on Vera's face could no longer hide the heat that was beginning to rise in her cheeks, the flushed flush that was so heartwarming that it gave her a hazy beauty and a fragrant aura.

  "... The company I'm forming this time will have a specialized accounting department, and I'm not too comfortable with other people, so I want you to be in charge of this department." , Lynch put the red wine into a wine barrel with some ice cubes, the current temperature was too high, the restaurant had prepared a special wine barrel.

  The water turned into ice would not come into direct contact with the bottle of wine, and the bottle of wine would not come into direct contact with the ice, which kept the temperature of the wine from getting too low, and kept it at a very suitable and drinkable temperature.

  As soon as they talked back to the job, Vera's expression took on a more serious look, she looked a little unsure, "I've never done anything like this before, perhaps you should find someone with enough expertise to do it, I can assist him/her."

  Lynch gazed into her eyes and shook his head, "I don't trust anyone else, I only trust you."

  Being in demand was an absolute blessing, Vera's eyes softened a little more and her voice was a little softer than it had been a moment ago, "I'll keep an eye out for you ..."

  "I insist!" , Lynch looked at her, "I'm not afraid of you getting it wrong, I'm not afraid of any losses, this department is yours, let's make a deal."

  She nodded a bit helplessly, "I will try my best, if do get something wrong you don't blame me."

  Lynch smiled and didn't say anything, there was a slight pause of about ten seconds to allow Vera to have a full comprehension, acceptance, and storage of this information before he continued, "The new job will probably be quite hectic, and I'll have multiple matchmaking companies that will potentially take up some of your extra time, so if... ..."

  Vera pursed her lips and interrupted Lynch, "I'll help you, don't worry!"

  With a sense of responsibility and a sense of mission, an inexplicably born force would be infused into a person's body, adding something called fighting spirit to the person, something that could create a lot of miracles.

  Next Lynch talked about some work details, and the cooks finally finished their dinner and sent it up.

  A sumptuous dinner, fine cutlery, elegant surroundings, and the lights, no wonder people always aspire to wealth, because true happiness is hidden in wealth.

  The meal went on for some time, and just after 9:00 p.m. Lynch drove Vera back outside the neighborhood she lived in, originally he had wanted to take Vera home, but ended up parking outside the neighborhood.

  In Lynch's defense if her husband saw his wife coming back in the car of a young member of the opposite sex, he might get mad at her for it and affect their relationship.

  So Lynch, the good Samaritan, had only parked outside the gates of the neighborhood, adding that it would give Vera a break from the alcohol.

  Facing such a sweet and thoughtful Lynch, Vera was very touched in her heart, and after saying goodbye to Lynch, she carried her bag and walked towards her home in a happy mood.