Blackstone Code

A man wearing a ripped vest sat up from a creaking bed, his face full of decadence.

The quilt cover, which was supposed to be a light-colored silk-like fabric, has now become dark, especially the two ends of the cup, which are black and translucent, and are covered with a layer of black sludge.

Whenever he can't bear it himself, he will change the quilt, but in this situation, it doesn't make much sense for him to change it or not.

He stretched himself out, scratched the itchy armpit hair, and then shivered. He didn't feel it when he just left the bed, but now he felt cold.

There is actually heating in the room, and he shares the same heating pipe with the surrounding neighbors to ensure the indoor temperature, which is also a new measure this winter.

In order to prevent some people who suddenly became poor and lacked the experience to withstand the cold from freezing to death one morning, they provided public heating services to some people who needed heating. However, the effect was not very good, and sometimes even in the middle of the night. It will stop for a while.

But it's not bad, at least it can make people sleep without shivering.

He changed into the clothes that hadn't been washed for a long time and exuded a strong smell, squeezed into the bathroom through the narrow door, and then began to clean himself.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he said to himself, "Everything will be fine."

Yes, everything will be fine.

This is what he said to himself when the disaster was actually foreboding. At that time, he was still living in a luxurious single-family villa, surrounded by restless servants, and his little wife, who was almost thirty years younger than him, used She looked at him with adoring eyes, as if everything he said was the truth.

When the disaster really happened, he said the same, everything will be fine.

At that time, he dismissed all the servants in the family, and he couldn't continue to squander the little cash in his hand to pay those expensive salaries.

His wife, who was almost thirty years younger than him, looked at him suspiciously, as if he was not sure whether he was telling the truth or lying to himself.

When the disaster happened for a while, he still said that everything will be fine.

His villa was repossessed by the bank, and he was kicked out of his home by the bank's people. His wife, who was almost thirty years younger than him, took him to court without any preparation and filed for divorce on the grounds that he could not Give her enough satisfaction in her sexual life.

In the end, he did not go to court with his wife, who was more than thirty years younger than him and spent countless nights praising him as "awesome" because he could not afford a lawyer, which would only make his situation worse.

Almost everything he had was taken away from him. Fortunately, he still had such a small house, which was used by the government to accommodate him. He was only qualified to live in it after asking someone to find connections.

He has nothing but a factory and a lot of leftovers that have been produced and no one is willing to pay for!

At this time, when he gets up and looks in the mirror every day, he will say that sentence as always, "Everything will be fine!"

He firmly believes in this. Didn't the newspaper say that the Federation has found a way to revive the economy? The joint development work of the Federation and Nagaril has made unprecedented progress, and the dividends brought by helping other countries develop are enough. Let the federation quickly recover to the level before the economic recession, and this society will become a beautiful world again.

At that time, he can live in a big house, hire countless servants, and then find a girl forty years younger than himself to be his wife, and he will have to work until he is exhausted every day before resting.

After coming back to his senses, he looked at his unshaven self in the mirror and nodded vigorously, "Yes, everything will be fine!"

I struggled to squeeze out of the narrow door again... This kind of apartment with almost no rent is not for people to enjoy life, but for people to have a place to survive, so squeezing the space is a matter of course.

He walked to the window of the living room and opened it. The cold air outside the window rushed in instantly, and he had to wrap up his clothes.

Through the window sill, the bright sunshine outside the window shines in, even in the cold winter, it can give people a moment of warmth.

He walked to the door on one side, picked up a newspaper from the ground, and then boiled a pot of the cheapest coffee for himself - a few of the cheapest coffee beans were crushed with stones and put directly in without filtering. Boiled in a pot, this kind of coffee cannot actually be called coffee. It should be said to be the water used to boil beans, but it is also his only drink.

I put a small bag of relief food received from the aid station in the coffee pot to heat it. The aluminum packaging allows it to be heated through water without worrying about any problems.

A few minutes later, he sat at the table with the coffee pot, basking in the sun, sipping coffee, reading the latest newspaper, and squeezing the thin relief food into his mouth.

"Hello, Mr. Jonathan..."

Someone passed by his window in the corridor and said hello to him, and he responded warmly with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Anderson..."

Looking at the back of Mr. Anderson, Jonathan shook his head. Mr. Anderson was also a factory owner. He had heard that he was richer than him.

Later, in order to get rid of debt as soon as possible, Mr. Jonathan sold everything, including the factory. If he didn't do that, he thought the loan would become a mountain that would overwhelm him.

Even if the bank is not in a hurry to let him repay the loan, the annual interest alone can make him breathless. He lost and he admitted defeat, so he sold everything and started again. Now Mr. Anderson has I became an insurance salesman and am looking for opportunities to get back on my feet.

Unlike Mr. Anderson, Mr. Jonathan did not sell his factory. He took a gamble, a feeling and thought that he could not describe.

With so many people going bankrupt, the federal government will definitely ask banks to suspend loan collections and even provide low and interest-free interest rates. Otherwise, many people may not be able to survive.

He made the right bet. He now had nothing and owed a large sum of money, but he still had a chance.

In fact, he has been looking for opportunities. He reads newspapers every day to find opportunities. From the newspapers, he learned a lot of things, such as the development of Nagaril.

He had a very mysterious intuition, and he knew that he would soon be rich again.

The development of Nagaril will definitely create more strong material needs when the society there is getting rich rapidly. At that time, the last orders in his factory can be easily sold to those who are active as long as the price is slightly reduced. international commodity dealers.

As long as he has a repayment and lets the bank see his ability and potential to make money for the bank again, he can try to get another loan and start working again!

This day will not be too far away, he always believes in this.

After eating the cake, he rinsed his mouth with the last bit of coffee and swallowed it all. The cake was not delicious, but now it was the last guarantee to maintain his life. He would not waste a single bit of food!

Just when he was about to take out the door and walk around, a young man in clothes and leather shoes, holding a suitcase in his hand, suddenly stood outside the door.

The young man's head was covered with a thick layer of hair wax, so that not a single hair went where it shouldn't go in the cold wind.

Judging from the young man's dress, Jonathan's first reaction was that this guy was from a bank. Only people in banks like to carry briefcases that look like suitcases but pretend to be briefcases.

They have a lot of documents to carry with them, and some of these documents are really important. They cannot fit in the document bag and can only be placed in the suitcase.

"Look here!" Jonathan greeted the young man without hesitating for too long.

The young man was stunned. He took a step back and looked at the door, then looked at the rooms on the left and right. He seemed to think that Jonathan was the owner of this room, and then he came closer.

"Mr. Jonathan?", he asked doubtfully, as if he still didn't believe it.

Jonathan smoothed his messy hair, "Isn't it like that?"

Maybe it was his attitude, maybe it was the temperament left over from when he was rich, the young man believed it, and there was a smile on his face, "That would be great if it's you. I'm from Jinhui Bank." Commissioner..."

As he spoke, he opened the briefcase. It was not all filled with documents. It was divided into two parts: left and right.

On the left is a tape recorder. It is the latest model. Its disadvantage is that it does not have a speaker. This also means that the person using it does not know what the result of his recording is. It can only be played back by using another tape recorder with a speaker.

On the right is a large pile of documents, sealed in different portfolios, with stamps of different labels on them.

The young man casually pressed the recording button and opened the first document while saying, "Mr. Jonathan, from this moment on, our conversations will be recorded and used as effective evidence to be submitted to court if necessary."

"In order to ensure the legality and validity of this recording, I must inform you that it is running and will record the entire conversation between us on the tape in detail. Do you know its function now?"

"Can you answer yes, or don't know, or can I explain it to you again?"

Jonathan suddenly became a little nervous. He didn't know what this process meant, but his heart was beating violently. He swallowed, "I know it is recorded, and our conversation will be recorded. Yes ?"

The young man nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it, before we start the formal conversation..." The young man looked inside and decided to complete the conversation in the corridor, "I must follow the charter After completing an inquiry process, you can refuse to answer, including stopping our negotiations, but the recordings we already have will be used as evidence of your refusal to communicate and will be provided to the court and the judge when necessary. Do you understand?"

A series of courts and judges made Mr. Jonathan even more nervous.