Blackstone Code

Mr. Z has a very respectable "official status". He is a corporate manager, a properly middle-class person, and lives in the middle class of an official shelter.

People who live in the middle class and can maintain it either have a lot of money before, which is enough to support them to live like this.

Or there is a new source of income that can satisfy their spending power.

But most people living in the middle class are involved in both.

For big capitalists, the middle level is a high-end toolbox containing a large number of cheap and easy-to-use tools, so they are unlikely to promote people from the lower levels who know nothing to become the middle and upper levels of the company.

Everyone is telling people that labor is the most glorious thing, but the ones who can really profit from the operation of a company are never the real manual workers.

But those managers.

Managers are not born; they also need growth and experience. This is one of the reasons why it is easier for the middle class to find a job in society.

As long as their resume is not too bad and their career selection standards are slightly lowered, it will not be difficult at all to find a suitable job.

Not only does it have a decent job, but it also has some status among monsters.

After all, this is a capital society, and money is the supreme power in this society. Even monsters must abide by this rule.

It took advantage of its job and status, as well as the wealth in its hands, to quickly recruit a group of subordinates.

Now it has greater ambitions. It is no longer satisfied with everything it has now. It wants to be the king of this world!

The birth of a new dynasty is destined to use blood and death as the ladder of promotion, or to play the final song of exit.

Although monsters are powerful, they are still no match for humans when facing cutting-edge technological weapons.

It needs more companions, more people of its kind and humans who support it, so that it can have the opportunity and trump card to challenge the existing order.

The most urgent thing is to need more of the same kind.

As for why he named himself "Mr. Z" instead of anything else, it was because this was the last letter, which corresponded to the traitor Mr. A who had surrendered to mankind.

It is not only the end of letters, it will also be the end of this society and the end of this world!

After the two similar people from the lowest free zone left, Mr. Z said to his people standing by the door, "You can't just rely on them. Find a way to go to the lower level to see if there are any suitable candidates."

"Our own laboratory must be established as soon as possible!"

Mr. Z has very rich experience in capital operations and higher-level social experience. It knows very well that small troubles cannot change any situation. It even knows that the existence of free zones is just a small trick of the upper-level will, and it is not at all compromise!

Just like in a company, there will always be some "turn a blind eye" to places, as well as some "turn a blind eye" to people or things.

If the spring is pressed too tightly, it will break one day, let alone intelligent creatures with more complex thoughts.

You drive a dog into an alley, and if it's an alley with an exit, the dog will keep running trying to escape.

But if it's an alley with no exit, the dog will consider a last-ditch counterattack.

Give some people a final, controllable escape route and they won't go to extremes.

After all, there is still a choice, right?

He has never looked down upon those similar people who hang out in the free zone. They spend all day in the sewers of this society. Even if they continue to grow, they are only the strongest rats in the sewers.

After all, a mouse is just a mouse and cannot become a lion, but what it wants to be is the king of lions, the Lion King!

Now that there are too few of his kind, he can only cooperate with these same kind of people who have no ambitions. If he had a choice, he would definitely not cooperate with these arrogant and stupid kind of people.

They should really evolve their brains when they evolve, not just their muscles.

When Mr. Z went to work in the afternoon, he was no longer as oppressive as he was at noon. His face was filled with the federal elite smile unique to the federal elite group, the kind of smile that showed eight white teeth.

His white teeth and standard smile meant that he had a personal dentist and received an elite education. He was completely different from the kind of low-level people who would shake their hands and bump fists when they saw someone.

The workplaces he entered were filled with similar people, well-dressed and interesting in conversation.

This is a pharmaceutical company, and only pharmaceutical companies still have a lot of business in such bad times.

As long as there is demand for their drugs, they will never go bankrupt.

Those small pills produced by chemical production methods cost very little, but sell for a lot of money. The high profits keep the entire company running and their income.

"I have a new idea." In the president's office, Mr. Z took a document and handed it to the president opposite.

The president opened the file and read it carefully for about twenty minutes. After reading it, he did not put it down immediately, but thought about it seriously for a while, "It's a very interesting idea!"

"It seems that you have done a lot of homework. In fact, it is true. Gothe particles are the key to human evolution. There is nothing wrong with this."

"But the problem now is that no laboratory has been able to definitively find the key to this evolution, and we also lack enough samples."

The president shook his head, "Although your plan is highly executable, it lacks the most important link, the sample of the monster."

"You may not know it well, but no valuable fragments can be extracted from the site processed by the Evolutionary Corps and the recovery force. They will take everything away and clean it up."

"It won't be a problem if you lick the floor they just cleaned."

"So...", the president curled his lips and put the document back on the table, "...I can't convince the board of directors to do research on the air, or you can think of other methods, I know you want to go further. "

In the plan, Mr. Z mentioned studying monster samples to promote the role of high-definition particles in the process of biological evolution. To put it bluntly, it is to create a "catalyst" to catalyze the reaction of biological evolution.

Let humans or other creatures complete the entire evolutionary process in a shorter time.

The president saw the value of this project at a glance. If they can really develop a drug that allows humans to evolve faster, then they will become the second largest capital group after Global Communications.

But the biggest problem now is that they can't find any samples to support their various studies.

They also applied for some materials from Global Communication Group, but the other party said that these materials were high-risk and were not included in the exchange directory, so they could not provide them with some.

Moreover, it is said that GlobalCom's senior executives have expressed the above thoughts in semi-public occasions. Anyone who studies these things indiscriminately is the enemy of the group company.

Although everyone has some complaints, they can only be complaints.

After all, they don't even have thermal weapons and can't do anything privately like before.

Mr. Z did not show any disappointment, but said softly, "What if I can provide some samples?"

The CEO's thinking seemed to have stopped. His pupils shrank sharply after a few seconds, and his soul seemed to have returned to his body at this time.

"You mean, you have the genetic sample of an evolved person?"

Mr. Z nodded, "You know I know a lot of people, some..."

The president interrupted him directly, "I don't care how many people you know or who you know. I only care about whether you can really get the genetic sample of the evolved person?"

Those who work in medicine will definitely know a lot of people, but these are not important, what is important is the samples!

Although Mr. Z was a little dissatisfied with being interrupted, he nodded again and said, "I can guarantee it."

The president quickly calmed down from his brief excitement. He opened the cigarette case and threw one to Mr. Z. "What do you want?"

Mr. Z opened the package, lit it, and took a deep breath.

He loves this thing to death. From an evolutionary perspective, humans are really a magical species. They create many things to please themselves, and tobacco is one of them.

"I need to join the research, and you can't hide the results of the research from me."

The president was silent for a while, "I can't answer you right away. This needs to be discussed at a board meeting, but I believe you will know the result soon, and there is a high probability that you will get what you want."

The board of directors will not refuse because they cannot resist the temptation.

The president immediately convened an emergency board meeting. Thanks to Lynch and his Global Communication, online meetings can now be held so easily.

Screens on the screen wall showed pictures of people in the office, at home, or even outside.

They feel a little baffled by the sudden meeting of the board of directors. The larger the company, the rarer such unexpected situations occur.

Because even if some accidents occur, they will become no accidents with a complete handling process.

"There is an employee..., some of you may know him. He gave me a plan and talked about the study of Gothic particles and evolver genes, thinking that we can find some key information from them and then synthesize them artificially. "

"His request was to let him join the research team and not hide the research progress and results from him."

After listening carefully to the president's speech, one director couldn't help but said, "We have considered this plan a few months ago, but we have been unable to apply for samples."

"What is his relationship with Global Communications? Can he help us apply for samples?"

The president shook his head, "No, he has nothing to do with Global Communications."

The director asked, "Then why are you wasting your time?"

The president smiled, "But he can get us samples..."