Blackstone Code

On December 31st, the last day of the year, Lynch's manor outside Bupain became very lively.

"I hope we're not late!" the sergeant encountered a little trouble on the road with his wife and two children.

The road that had just snowed was heavily icy, and his car failed to brake successfully when crossing the intersection, causing the car to slide out.

Anyone who has driven on ice knows very well that once the road is frozen, you cannot just apply the brakes casually.

If you just drive forward slowly, there may not be any problems. Don't step on the accelerator, put it in neutral, slow down, and when it is about to stop, you can stop it by tapping the brake twice.

But if you brake when you are not slow enough, the vehicle will lose control and skid on the ice.

The sergeant's car hit a telephone pole on the side of the road, but fortunately it was not serious. The family was a little shocked. By the time they changed the car, they had already eaten for almost 20 minutes longer than expected.

Looking at the luxury cars parked outside the manor, the sergeant suddenly felt that today might be his unlucky day.

After the family entered the manor under the guidance of the housekeeper, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Go help and see what we can do." The sergeant asked his wife, and then came to the living room with his two children.

He originally planned to chat with Lin Qi, but when he saw Lin Qi surrounded by a group of people, he had to stand on the outside first.

It's not that he doesn't know the people here, he knows everyone here, but because he does, he doesn't interrupt the conversation of these gentlemen.

Look who's around!

Chairman of the Bipartisan Committee, Whip of the Progressive Party, Speakers of both Houses, several senators, Undersecretary of Defense, Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Standing Chairman of the Federal Security Council...

Each of these men ruled a certain area, and there was no small figure among them, except the sergeant himself.

"Don't you go over and say hello to them?" the sergeant's eldest son asked softly.

As Lynch's godson and the child of a Blackstone security executive, he attended the best private schools in the Commonwealth.

And he is quite famous, a core student on campus.

Private schools are not perfect schools. From the moment students enter the school, they feel like they have entered a precocious society.

Who is whose child, and what status they will have, has been determined from the beginning!

With the aura of Sergeant and Lynch, he was one of the most popular in the school.

He rarely saw scenes like this. In his eyes, his biological father, who was very powerful, could only stand on the edge of the crowd, waiting silently, just like... those bastard classmates who fawned over him all day long.

Lynch, the godfather, is still the center of people's attention.

The sergeant shook his head, "If you knew who these people are, you wouldn't think so."

He introduced these people to his son. Logically speaking, the little boy should not know what the names of these people stood for.

But he clearly showed an understanding of these people, and that's what the best private colleges brought him.

Children in those public schools are still learning simple arithmetic, while improving the fun aspect of education.

However, they have roughly understood through practice the status of each classmate's father in society and the superior-subordinate relationship between them.

"...We must ensure that our core interests are not damaged. I allow the lower class to have a certain upward path, but this path must be in our hands."

"I think the adoption of a last-place elimination system is the best way to keep the bottom society active, so that the privileged class will not remain static."

"Even if everyone is working hard, as long as someone doesn't work hard enough, there will be room for hope for the people at the bottom."

Lynch is talking about social incentives in a closed society, which can also be seen as how to push people to work hard.

While everyone was waiting for dinner, someone mentioned that in the closed environment of the shelter, once people lose power, the entire shelter will become a huge disaster scene.

So Lynch talked about some of his less mature ideas.

Basically, there will be no change of power in the ruling class, but the privileged class can undergo major changes of blood according to the cycle.

As long as people find that there is room for improvement, they will not do nothing.

People's laziness often comes from not being able to see the future. Their efforts or lack of effort will not effectively change the status quo, so they settle for the status quo.

But as long as they are given tangible opportunities, they can exert their subjective initiative.

While chatting, Lynch saw the sergeant. He waved to the sergeant, then stood up and introduced everyone, "This is our vice president of Blackstone Security. After the new group company is established, he will be appointed to be in charge of the group." armed forces..."

The inquiry in people's eyes when they looked at the sergeant was immediately replaced by enthusiasm. They introduced themselves to the sergeant one after another and exchanged business cards.

This is Vanity Fair, it cannot be seen or touched, but everyone knows that this is Vanity Fair, it is the most attractive place!

Changes in countries, societies, and the world often come from such occasions!

The sergeant quickly integrated into the circle, and the two children finished greeting Lynch and went to play by themselves.

At about 7:10, the housekeeper came over and whispered a few words in Lynch's ear, and Lynch stood up again, "Connor is here, we can prepare dinner."

"Please take your seats, everyone!"

The gentlemen stood up one after another, and Connor just opened the door and entered.

"I got an unexpected call before I left. I'm sorry for the delay. You don't have to wait for me."

He glanced at the people in the room, and they all expressed that they had not waited for him for too long.

Lynch pulled Connor to the long table. He sat in the middle, with Connor on the left, Catherine on the right, then the chairmen of the bipartisan committees, and then the speakers of the two houses...

Everyone knew exactly where they should sit, and no one scrambled for a seat. Although each seat was not marked whose seat it was, everyone knew it clearly.

"Mr. Lynch, do you want to take a picture?"

"As a commemoration of the upcoming establishment of the group company?"

I don’t know who suddenly made such a suggestion. After thinking about it for a while, Lin Qi readily agreed.

The manor's photographer who was responsible for taking pictures came in with the best equipment. At his prompts, the flash flashed and printed all the people on the table into the negative.

Everyone maintains a decent appearance and a humble smile, no one is exception!