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Chapter 106 - 0106 Noble Lynch.

"Someone from the state office just called me, they want to know more details as soon as possible ..."

  President Eleanor's expression became a bit serious, it hadn't been more than twenty-four hours since yesterday, and the State Office side not only knew about it, but also seemed very concerned about it.

  There was no doubt that they definitely weren't trying to encourage the Sabine Women's Advocates for their outstanding contributions to their work, but rather were trying to take the credit away from what was rightfully theirs.

  The ability to work is really too important, and financial independence and freedom is what guarantees the independence and freedom of women's rights, and this has already been proven.

  If a woman can't achieve financial independence and freedom, then it will be very difficult for her to get rid of the important role that men play in her life, and she will still be a man's appendage, unless she can prove that she can live well without a man, in terms of her material needs, that is, to achieve financial independence and freedom.

  They talk about these things all day long, advocating for society to provide more jobs for women, but it can't be done all at once.

  The vast majority of important jobs are not accessible to women, such as heavy physical labor, and there are not many jobs that they can participate in.

  Coupled with the current economic downturn and high unemployment rate, women are even more embarrassed in the workplace.

  Just at this time, the emergence of hundreds, thousands or even more of jobs specifically for women is definitely big news, and can even already shake the pattern of the Women's Advocates Association in this state, which is no wonder that the side of the state office is very nervous, wanting to know more about the inner workings of the situation.

  "I didn't promise them ...," Eleanor, standing by the window, looked through the bright window at the girls of all ages gathered downstairs, and a small smile appeared on her face, "This is part of our victory.

  With the support of these men and the thousands or more jobs Lynch was talking about, and with the sudden tension on the part of the state office, Eleanor realized at that moment that she might not be without a chance to take it to the next level.

  Although the Association of Women's Advocates was not strictly speaking an official organization, but only an unofficial, non-profit, self-initiated civic organization, it still possessed considerable power and influence.

  Even some noblewomen, some celebrities, some wives of dignitaries are members of this association, so you can imagine what kind of political influence it has.

  Even though it wasn't an official organization, there wasn't much difference between it and an official organization.

  Eleanor would make the leap from a second-tier city president to an important job in the state office, with the possibility of moving up to the association's headquarters later, thus getting her foot in the door.

  It was an important resource that she would never let go of!

  She lowered her head and looked at the watch on her wrist, the time was almost ten o'clock, and after talking to the State Office on the phone, she immediately called Lynch, hoping that she and Lynch would be able to meet and talk.

  On the one hand, it was to clear up the little misunderstanding that didn't exist between them, and on the other hand, it was also to try to pull Lynch into her camp, so that at least she wouldn't be pulled away by a few words from those bitches in the state office.

  Everyone needed supporters, and so did they.

  "We want ....."

  Just as she was mobilizing these people, there was a knock on the office door and a young girl stood outside with a red face, "Mr. Lynch is already here ..."

  Irina froze slightly, she was just about to say that she hadn't seen Lynch's car until now, how did Lynch get here, but she soon gave up that question, meeting Lynch was more important than thinking about how he got here.

  "Let ... no, invite him in!" Eleanor straightened her clothes and walked behind the desk, the other ladies stood up as well.

About twenty seconds later, Lynch walked through the door, and it had to be said that a handsome young man instantly made the women in the room feel good about themselves.

Especially President Eleanor, her expression, besides the normal expressions of being supposed to be, had a kind of surprise, a kind of surprise of elders looking at their children.

  Lynch's appearance was mesmerizing, and what made it even more frightening was that he wouldn't be like a normal child who wanted to prove that his strength was far beyond his appearance.

  There were always some similar kids whose brains didn't seem to work right, and they were always trying to prove that their excellence had nothing to do with their looks, ignoring the fact that their looks were also part of what made them excellent.

  Lynch never had such thoughts; decades of social experience had made him realize one thing very clearly, and that was that anything that could give him an edge was a good thing.

  Whether it was good looks or sweet talk, he didn't mind holding on to those labels for himself as long as they could grab enough for him.

  In order to interact with the ladies in the room today, Lynch deliberately changed his appearance to make himself look a little more youthful.

  "This is the president of the local Women's Advocates Association, Ms. Eleanor ...," Lynch said as he was introduced by Connor (the male attorney who suddenly had a name) and greeted the others before standing in front of the desk.

  Always with a smile on his face, he warmly extended his hand to shake Ms. Eleanor's, his smile so clean and pure that it was as if he wasn't one of those capitalists people thought he was.

  At least, capitalists could rarely have such a clean smile, their smiles were ugly and dirty.

  "You are very kind ...", Lynch added, "I remember some elders ... when I see you". He paused as he said this, some reminiscence appeared on his face, but it was quickly wiped away, "I'm sorry, Ms. Eleanor, I got carried away."

  Lynch's wandering didn't upset President Eleanor in the least, she smiled kindly, "To be able to carry your elders in your heart at all times, I can see that you are a good child ...", she looked at Lynch, a smile on her face as well, and "I'm sorry, my children are probably your age too, I shouldn't have said that about you ...".

  What she meant was that she shouldn't use "child" to address Lynch, after all, Lynch was a very important resource and a businessman at the same time, he wasn't just a child.

  Lynch didn't seem to be offended in the least, his grip on President Eleanor's hand never loosened, "It's okay, I can do many things well enough, but I can never catch up with the elders in terms of age, to call me 'child' is a power given to you by time and age. Miss Eleanor!"

  "What a little gentleman ...," President Eleanor became even happier, she loosened her hand and invited Lynch to sit down, "I invited you here today, mainly to clear up some minor upsets and misunderstandings."

  Lynch raised his hand slightly to interrupt President Eleanor's words; if another grown man had done that, if he had been even a little uglier, she might have considered it an inherent male disrespect for women.

  But a young, handsome little gentleman who looked like his own child did it, and not only was President Eleanor not the least bit offended, she looked at him with a smile, wondering what he was going to say.

  Lynch first apologized for his rude behavior and was forgiven by President Eleanor before he next said with a smile, "Since these are misunderstandings, let it end, don't let it continue to take over our minds and dominate our emotions, let's talk business."

  "Very wise words ..."

  The group of women were as if it was the first day they met President Eleanor, dumbfounded as they watched a completely different President Eleanor and a Lynch so delicate he could pinch water, talking and laughing across a desk.