Blackstone Code

It's summer, but the wind is still so cold.

The hurried person opened the door, and the cold wind carried some snowflakes into the room.

When the snowflakes come into contact with the hot air, they melt into water droplets and fall on the ground like rain.

The man who entered the room stamped his feet, and the snowflakes stuck to his feet were shaken off. He took off his hat and coat and strode towards the room.

Pushing open the door to another room, he subconsciously unbuttoned his shirt. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and heat waves, as well as the sound of some comments, hit his face when he opened the door.

"...Here we come." Someone waved to him. This was a party similar to a salon.

Thirty or forty people gather together to chat. Sometimes they talk to themselves, in groups of three or five.

Sometimes they also have a theme, when someone brings up an issue that everyone else likes.

Many people greeted him or nodded, and he responded as appropriately as possible.

It is worth noting that many people here wear military shirts.

The gentleman in military uniform and shirt who had just walked in found a seat next to the group of people he had a good relationship with and sat down.

Then someone brought coffee, black tea, and some pastries.

"I heard Lynch is back." Mr. Military Shirt muttered, taking a sip from the black tea cup.

The hot but not scalding tea soup was poured down the throat, and the heat began to spread from the stomach to other parts of the body in an instant.

His good friend nodded and confirmed the news, "It is said that he came back suddenly and went directly to see Mr.... (Chairman of the Conservative Committee). He seemed very angry."

Mr. Military Shirt curled his lips, "Everyone here is angrier than him!"

This is a fact. One-third of the people here come from the military region, one-third come from other law enforcement agencies, and there are also some politicians with political family backgrounds.

They may have different surnames, different backgrounds, and different life experiences. There is almost no similarity between them, and not much in common.

But there is one exception.

They are all losers!

The losers of the new era!

When Lynch used a dinner party to establish the core ruling class of the new era, and used a party to determine the core privileged class of the new era, those who were not included in these groups became losers.

They were once the glory of the old era, but in the coming new era, they have no place.

Oh no!

In the class of ordinary people, they still have their place!

There are senators, governors, generals, and heads of important departments, and behind them there are capitalists and careerists supporting them!

They do not admit that they have lost, they have not lost yet, after all, they have not truly entered a new era yet!

At this time when the old era meets the new era, they decided to give it a try.

Try to seize power.

Although the probability of failure is high, they are willing to give it a try, even if they have to pay a heavy price.

Not only them, but also people related to them, their families, their families, and even outsiders with interests connected all support them in doing this.

Falling from the ruling class to the mortal world is very scary for them, even if they actually have a lot of wealth.

But these wealth are not that important to them at all!

What happened to President Bowling had warned them that just having money was not enough.

The people in the room are like this, they are excluded from the ruling and privileged classes, and if you don't want to, just do it, that's all!

"How likely do you think our operation is to be successful this time?" Mr. Military Shirt asked his companion.

In fact, they don't know how possible it is. They ask and say this just to comfort each other.

His companion thought for a moment, "It depends on whether Catherine's publicity strategy will change next."

"I talked with the young men under my command, and they were not satisfied with the practice of retiring on the spot and then changing jobs in the army. Moreover, the wages were low and the labor was heavy. Many people complained."

"I have talked with a few of my subordinates who have good relationships, and they are willing to support our idea."

Mr. Military Shirt also kept nodding, "Yes, yes, I have also talked with a few subordinates. They don't want to work in the factory. We didn't talk that deeply. Maybe we need to find an opportunity to talk to them. "

"But I don't think they will get more involved unless things get out of hand and they have to be involved."

His friend sighed, "Actually, it's not up to us to decide where we go in the end, it's up to them."

He glanced at the small group in the middle of the room, senators, representatives of large financial groups, and some interest representatives.

Some people are not suitable to appear here. We cannot appear with them at the same time because they will be very sensitive, so we sent a representative here.

That small circle is the real core, and everyone else is just a speculator.

Bet on this group of people and bet that they will succeed in the end and change the bad status quo!

But it’s hard to say whether such a day will come and whether we can achieve what they expected.

At the same time, in a coffee shop in another city, Lynch met the Conservative candidate, a fifty-seven-year-old Conservative, multiple-term member of the Federal Senate, with a good political background.

Even though he was almost sixty years old, he still looked like he was in his forties.

Her hair was combed meticulously and a lot of hair wax was applied, and it reflected light under the light.

He also rubbed some oil or something on his face, so it didn't look as dry and dull as an ordinary old man's face.

The cafe is full of "people" inside and outside, and the owner of the cafe is very satisfied with the two credits for the whole morning.

After brewing the coffee and making the pastries, not even the waiter stayed. There were only two of them in the entire cafe.

"I spoke to your committee chairman yesterday and he said he can't be your boss."

After the pleasantries, Lynch fired directly, which was a bit too direct.

Most of the time people are very tactful when communicating. It's not that they want to be tactful, but it would be awkward to say it directly, like this.

It's like saying he doesn't listen to his bosses, and it belittles both the candidate and the chairman of the Conservative Party committee.

The Conservative candidate smiled and said, "It's my constitutional right."

"Anyone can vote, anyone, you, him, the owner of this cafe, or me."

"This is our right under the Charter."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to pick up the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee for Lynch, "It starts with us and ends with us."

After he poured a glass, Lynch said thank you, then picked it up and took a sip.

Perhaps because he knew that the two people who wanted to drink coffee today were either rich or wealthy, and not young people, the boss used very good re-roasted coffee beans.

It is rich in oil and fragrance, but also slightly bitter, but it is more suitable for middle-aged people who are used to "bitterness".

"I'm not trying to refute the status and validity of the charter, I'm just curious, is there any reason why you have to do this?"

The Conservative candidate pursed his lips, then kept smiling. "When we were little, our teachers asked us what we wanted to do."

"Some students said he wanted to be a scientist, but now he is doing the lowest level job in a factory."

"Someone talks about wanting to be a big artist, but then she goes to a strip club and stands on stage."

"Some people say they want to be a useful person to society, but they end up becoming a homeless person."

"I told my teachers, I told my classmates, I want to be a great person, a president."

“If we don’t realize it, it will be too late!”

Lynch nodded and praised, "It's a very lofty ideal. You should know that although there will be no president in the future, there will be a co-executive with greater power."

“And it’s easier to get elected, why not give this a try?”

"Perhaps the Sanctuary Era can regain its vitality during your administration and change its decline."

The conservative candidate opened the sugar box, took out two sugar cubes and put them into the coffee. "I will be sixty-five at that time. If I am lucky, I will work until I am seventy-three."

"I already feel that my energy is not as good as before. If I wait until eight years later and work for another eight years, I doubt I will fall asleep at my desk or accidentally pee my pants!"

"Lynch, I know you hope that Catherine will be elected president. I will give you back what you just said to me."

"Catherine is still very young, only in her early forties. Even eight years later she will only be fifty!"

"That was her most mature period. Whether it was politically or psychologically, I will fully support her. We are not enemies!"

Lynch was a little disappointed, "Can't you compromise?"

The conservative candidate was silent for a while, "There are many reasons why I have to stand up at this time. So, I only need two years."

"Two years later, I will agree with the reform of the federal system, resign voluntarily and recommend Catherine to become the first co-executive."

"What we need is not actual power or anything, we just need a symbol to bring everything to a perfect end."

Lynch looked even more disappointed. He stood up and said, "It seems there is no room for negotiation."

As he spoke, he buttoned up his formal suit.

After a moment of silence, the Conservative candidate said "I'm sorry."

Obviously, the negotiation broke down. Lynch looked at him twice and shook his head slightly, "Don't be sorry, it was my request that offended you."

“Everyone can run, and I shouldn’t think about solving the risk and probability issues any other way.”

“Hope you have a good experience!”

"I still have something to do, so I'll go ahead and see you later."

Lynch had no intention of shaking hands. The Conservative candidate sat there, smiled and said "see you later" before Lynch left.

After Lynch left completely, he curled his lips, basked in the sun, and hummed a tune.