Blackstone Code

"You look nervous."

Lynch's words stunned the counterfeiter for a moment, and then he forced a smile and spread his hands, "Do I look nervous?"

Lynch nodded, "Your behavior tells me that you are scared and nervous. You use these methods to hide this and at the same time convey some new information."

"For example... you hope to attract my attention and interest, maybe you want to let me understand that you are a valuable person?"

"You are trying to protect yourself in this way. You think I will not let you go easily. Your desire to survive is very strong."

The counterfeiter could still maintain confidence on his face at first, but after Lynch finished his first sentence, it was difficult for him to maintain that "confidence" and "calmness."

His index finger trembled slightly uncontrollably, which was a manifestation of his nervousness, fear and other negative emotions reaching their extreme.

In fact, many people have similar situations.

For example, someone may want to poop when they are upset or even scared, even if the person does not really want to poop.

This is a common psychological and physiological manifestation. The counterfeiter's performance lies in his uncontrollable fingers.

This is a subconscious habit he developed when he used to like gambling, and it has become an instinct.

In the past, when he was betting big, he would click on the cards with his fingers to distract his attention. Over time, "counting cards" became an uncontrollable "instinct".

Lynch was right about what he thought, and he felt uncontrollable fear!

He believed that Lynch was excellent, there was no doubt about it, but he couldn't imagine that Lynch could see through him with just a few simple actions and one sentence of conversation when they first met.

What kind of... guy was he facing?

Lynch smiled. Observing "customers" is the most basic and must be mastered. Otherwise, how can you take money from the customers' pockets into your own pocket?

Lynch avoided the topic and continued to eat his breakfast of ham slices.

The little maid was cutting ham next to her. Actually, Lynch... didn't really like eating raw ham.

Because he felt that he was born unclean.

The ham that many people see is processed ham. In most people's perception, ham should be good-looking and red.

But in fact, the ham didn’t look good at all before it was sold!

Lynch has been to some ham production areas before, because the production process of ham basically cannot guarantee how clean it can be, and those that claim to be dust-free and sterile...

Therefore, before most hams are taken out and not trimmed, some have not only a layer of mold, but also a large number of maggots.

In short, anyone who has met him once will never think about meeting him a second time!

I don’t know since when, this kind of thing was also called “high-end food” and was sought after by people.

However, the ham that Lynch ate had to be fried on the iron plate after being cut.

Not only does it allow its aroma to come out, but it also tastes more assured.

"There are about one billion chips in total in Slem, and these chips can be used in any situation."

"Whether you have a bite to eat at the diner in the morning or you call a girl in the evening, you can pay with chips."

"Because in a bank, a chip can be exchanged without loss against cash of the same denomination as the federal sole."

"We expect to issue approximately 400 million new chips by the middle of this year. Slem's business is so booming that there is not enough chips."

"The industry committee brought in some mathematicians, you know those guys, they always use math to solve every problem they see."

"They told us that in at most three years, Slem's chip usage will reach about 5 billion. Its 'exchange rate' has been nailed to the federal Sol, so it actually has a certain degree of currency attributes. .”

"In my imagination..."

Lynch looked at the few more slices of ham that the little maid brought. He smiled and raised his hand to make a negative gesture to the little maid, "Thank you, that's all. I don't need any more slices of ham."

This stuff... I'll get tired of it if I eat too much.

As he spoke, he turned the topic back, "In my vision, the scale of Slem's economy, with chips as the core of transactions, will expand to 20 billion to 30 billion in ten to fifteen years."

"Its application scenarios will spread from Slem to the entire state, and there will even be other extended financial products."

"I put a lot of anticipation into it, expectations."

Lynch lowered his head slightly, put the food into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

He picked up a napkin and wiped the unobvious grease on his hands, then straightened up and looked at the counterfeiter, "But you and your team almost ruined these."

He shook his head slightly, "What you did almost ruined my plans for Slem and for a long time to come. You know, it makes me angry."

He paused as he spoke, "Actually, it's not entirely correct to say angry. It should be very unhappy."

"It's like renovating a beautiful house, and just when you think it's perfect, you find a nest of mice sneaking in."

"They also plan to destroy your hard work. Do you know that feeling?"

The counterfeiter remained silent. To him, Slem's chips were nothing more than props and commodities that could be quickly converted into cash.

Its value is only as a substitute for currency when playing games on the gambling table.

He just wanted to use counterfeiting technology in exchange for some benefits and make some money for himself. He did not expect or imagine Lynch's "ambition".

Now that his approach is related to "tens of billions", his scalp is numb. He doesn't know what to say. He feels...Lynch is so damn unreasonable!

But no matter what he thought, he couldn't defend himself. He could only lower his head and apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I didn't know this..."

Lynch raised his finger and shook his head, "No, it's not that you don't know, you just don't care."

"You think you won't be discovered, so you can make money when you need it, and when you have made enough, you can do what you want to do."

“You won’t understand how much damage the emergence of fake chips will bring to the entire Slem economic model!”

"Merchants will refuse to use the chips for fear of receiving counterfeit chips, and the girls will refuse to accept counterfeit chips because they may not be redeemable, thereby wasting their time and energy."

"Across Slem, even casinos will start to support cash betting due to concerns about receiving fake chips."

"You almost ruined these, but luckily..."

Lin Qi retracted his hand, picked up a cup of scented tea, blew away the heat from the tea, and took a sip, "I caught you."

He put the cup down and looked at the counterfeiter, "I asked them to bring you back to see if your purpose is actually very simple."

"I just want to see with my own eyes what the person who almost caused the failure of my multi-billion dollar plan looks like."

"Now that I've seen it, there's nothing surprising about it."

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "You have three minutes left, Mr. Counterfeiter."

The counterfeiter was stunned again. He didn't quite understand what Lynch meant. After about a few seconds, his penis changed drastically and suddenly shrank!

His brain was also spinning crazily like a high-speed motor, and the sound of his brain spinning could be heard in his ears!

quick!

Say something!

Say something to save yourself!

"I...I'm still valuable!" He looked at Lynch and wanted to stand up, but as soon as his butt left the chair, he was pushed back by a hand.

"Mr. Lynch, listen to me, I didn't know that what I did would affect your great plan!"

"If I had known I wouldn't have done that!"

"I still have a lot of value. I have great experience in counterfeiting technology. I can help you fight against your competitors!"

"By the way, I have met many other people in the Federation who specialize in making fake chips. I can become your technician and fight against them!"

"I heard that there are other people who are also playing with the idea of ​​chips. I will help you discover those fake chips and then find them..."

Three minutes passed quickly and passed by without paying attention.

But three minutes is also very slow, it has to count from one to one hundred and eighty.

Lynch looked at the counterfeiter and talked about how useful he was and how much information he had. He even said that he was willing to be Lynch's dog, but Lynch didn't show any sign.

In the counterfeiter's despair, one hundred and eighty seconds, three minutes, passed quickly.

Lynch clapped his legs and stood up, "Unfortunately, Mr. Counterfeiter, you failed to impress me."

"Before we meet again, I will give you one last piece of advice in life -"

"Don't let greed destroy you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. The counterfeiter panicked. He wanted to chase Lynch, but was firmly pressed on the chair.

After Lynch left, the counterfeiter put the hood back on and was put into a car.

Something was also stuffed in his mouth. He wanted to struggle and shout loudly, but he couldn't do anything!

The van quickly went from a smooth road to a bumpy road.

When he saw the sun again, he had appeared on the beach.

This is a seaside without a beach, in the wild of Bupain, about twenty kilometers away from the city.

There was a hut on the cliff and he was thrown into a gasoline barrel.

He tried to struggle, but to no avail.

A small mixer was pushed in front of him, and then the cement from Sticky Lake Lake flowed from the mixer into the gasoline barrel.

“Do you know how big a fish I caught over the weekend?”

A few people around him were even in the mood to talk about fishing, and the counterfeiter was desperate.

He thought he could survive, but obviously he couldn't!

The cement had already reached his chest. The more he struggled, the harder it became to struggle!

The cement slowly reached his neck and even reached his mouth!

Obviously his breathing has not been blocked, but the strong feeling of suffocation is now tightly surrounding him!