Blackstone Code

Rich people... there's always something wrong with them sometimes.

Some people like to live in sheep pens, while others like to be severely abused...

Everyone has some little hobbies, and the hobbies of the rich are often surprising!

This was the job Nick received. He just had a sudden inspiration and completed his design plan, and then his boss told him that his plan was approved.

The envy on the supervisor's face made Nick realize that this was definitely an opportunity that might not come once in a hundred years, and he firmly seized the opportunity.

Even if he was going to the distant Nagalir, he did not hesitate and asked his wife to pack her luggage and set off with the group.

This was Nick's first transoceanic flight, and apart from severe anxiety on the plane, he had no other discomfort.

After landing, he was greeted by a relatively simple airport and three jeeps that looked like military vehicles.

"Are you Mr. Nick?"

"Nice to meet you. I am the commander of this mission. Of course, my main job is to dispatch personnel, and the specific work will be completed by you."

"Your colleagues have arrived and you will enjoy getting to know them."

Nick didn't quite understand why a construction project would appear... soldiers.

He noticed the black stone safety sign on the commander's chest, shook hands with the commander, and then boarded the jeep.

This is a private airport, he learned this through the commander. The airport is owned by Blackstone Security, which can also be said to be the property of Mr. Lynch.

This place is not open to the public. Even if the planes in the sky run out of fuel, as long as Mr. Lynch doesn't nod, they can't land.

If they insist on landing here, the anti-aircraft guns around the airport will tell them what a heavy price they will pay for doing so.

It was not far from the project site. After about ten minutes, we stopped outside a simple building complex.

At this stage, federal steel structure buildings are still very popular, and its rapid assembly capabilities have solved a lot of troubles for many industries.

Especially in the construction industry, they used to build houses for workers first, but now, they only need to simply assemble them, and simple residences and warehouses quickly appear in front of people.

Nick also saw his team, a team composed of people from other departments and other companies, who was responsible for the main project design and only this.

This left him slightly disappointed, as he thought he would be responsible for more content.

Here he met some acquaintances, and some people he had heard of, such as several experts from the Flight Research Institute.

Their job was to test the reliability of some new metal formulas, along with some of the biggest names in the industry.

Because the design of the entire plan was completed by Nick alone, he had to face the team and conduct an analysis of his design content.

It's like he has to tell everyone here why he does what he does, what the benefits are, etc.

Then the work began.

"I've heard of rich people digging basements and building some underground fortifications, fearing the end of the world or something."

"But I never knew that Mr. Lynch was interested in this, and it seemed like he was having a great time."

After the first day of work, he chatted with a colleague who also came from Blackstone Construction but belonged to another department.

The other party was obviously also very interested in this topic, "I think there must be some reason behind all this that we don't know!"

"I noticed in your proposal that you weren't telling the truth, at least you didn't show us how big the project you actually designed was."

"I also do this and am responsible for some specific construction, so I know you must have reservations."

"Do you think those rich people would spend so much money building an... underground complex just for a hobby?"

"Please, no one can be that stupid!"

"If it's not going to be a war, then it's going to be the end of the world!"

The word doomsday has also started to pop up recently. It is said that it started from a best-selling book called "The Doomsday Survival Manual".

It introduces several of the most likely doomsday scenarios, such as super tsunamis, super volcanic eruptions, super earthquakes, super low temperatures, etc.

At the same time, it also provides people with a lot of suggestions on how to quickly adapt to various doomsday environments and then seek opportunities for survival.

It tells people how to use simple materials to make living tools, water filtration equipment and so on.

This book became a hit as soon as it was published. It is available in almost every bookstore and has sold three million copies, with more copies being printed.

People are very interested in this concept of the end of the world. They don't really think the end of the world is coming, they just think it's all fun.

Moreover, the book introduces a lot of useful common sense and how to make small tools. Some people even built a small shelter in the wild according to the content introduced in the book.

Local television also interviewed the group and reported on their small shelter.

The publisher of the book also awarded the young men five thousand yuan to encourage their practical skills.

This also resulted in better sales of the book!

Many people say that the publisher of this book is a company that knows very well about sales. They have simply taken advantage of people's anxiety and uneasiness to create a scary future that is possible, but probably minimal.

Then he sells "special medicine" to solve anxiety, which is the "Doomsday Survival Manual".

Coupled with various other marketing methods, they have made an unknown amount of money on this book!

Nick has also heard of this book, but during this time he was busy with design matters and had no intention of paying attention to it.

"War?", he shook his head, "Unlikely, no one can challenge our position in the world now, no matter who that person is!"

Nick is also a standard middle-aged middle-class federal man who is full of confidence, full of happiness, and full of participation.

They pay attention to politics, military affairs, and international current affairs, and show a glorious sense of the Federation's status in the international community, as if the Federation's status today has nothing to do with them...

Well, it’s actually normal to think this way. After all, the middle class is a large taxpayer, and the victory of the war does have something to do with them.

His colleague frowned. This is a typical conspiracy theorist who believes that there must be someone behind the development of anything.

Even if the two wild dogs on the roadside looked at each other, he thought there was some force that prompted them to do so.

"That's the end of the world!"

"Look, a book has just been selling well, and we came here to dig a hole. With their status, they must know more than us."

"And the value of these books is to provide us ordinary people with a buffer and psychological preparation in advance. When the end of the world really comes, they will say -"

"Look, we already knew this and reminded you, but you were just hopelessly stupid and didn't understand our hint!"

Nick could see that the other party was a little nervous, and what he said was actually not suitable to be said here, nor was it suitable to say it out.

But considering that they are colleagues and there is an innate sense of closeness, he may... trust himself very much.

"You're too nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about."

“We do the job we’re asked to do and we take the money and leave.”

"If you have any guesses about the scale of this project, you should know how much bonus we can get!"

Nick's colleague was silent for a while and took a deep breath, "I'm actually not that nervous, haven't you noticed?"

"We don't even know where we are, we just know we are in Nagaril."

"The only way to leave from here is by plane, and those planes are guarded by people from Blackstone Security."

"Running out from the camp, there are endless grasslands and forests..."

He wanted to say something more, but Nick stopped him.

Nick lit a cigarette for him and put it into his hand, "You make me nervous too. In fact, the problem is not as complicated as you think."

"No matter what happened, as direct participants in this project, we are at least safe."

Digging an underground building complex is not creating an underground cemetery complex, and there is no need for people to be buried, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

The colleague took two puffs of cigarette and his nervousness was somewhat relieved. The closed environment here made him very anxious.

The people of the Federation are like this. They enjoy perhaps the best social welfare in the world, freedom and sunshine, but their psychological condition is very bad.

Almost one in three people suffers from psychological problems.

When he calmed down a little, he realized how stupid he had just been, "Thank you for the cigarettes. You're right. I shouldn't be so anxious."

"This is like a primitive closed world, and it makes me suffer from anxiety attacks!"

"Also, don't take the stupid things I said just to heart..."

If these words are heard by the commander or others, it is definitely not a good thing.

A staunch supporter of conspiracy theories, he fears he will suddenly disappear.

Nick smiled and patted his arm a few times, "Don't worry, only the two of us know."

After his colleague left, Nick frowned. He felt that what his colleague said might not be unreasonable.

It is also possible that they are really too sensitive. Maybe Mr. Lynch is also a loyal fan of "The Doomsday Survival Manual".

Many people like flying machines. Poor people can make a paper airplane and play with it all day long.

Those with a little money can try playing with models, while those with money can play with real airplanes!

Maybe Mr. Lynch is a serious doomsday enthusiast. Others only talk about it, but he means it!