Blackstone Code

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was a thud, and one could even feel a little vibration under their feet.

Some people walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside. After a brief silence, some women's screams erupted on the street outside.

This time Ferral held the celebration ceremony in a hotel. He did not have a large house in Sabine City that could accommodate so many people, nor did he have any large villas or manors. He would only show his timidity by holding it at his own home.

In the end, he chose to hold the celebration ceremony at the Sabine Hotel. The hotel manager also very wisely waived all of Ferrara's expenses, and also gave away a lot of drinks and all the food needed for the buffet. , also includes a band and two singers, one male and one female.

The room they chose faced the cross street outside the hotel, which was also the busiest place. Only then did people realize that someone had jumped from the building.

This kind of thing is not new. There were more people jumping off buildings last year, but jumping off buildings in front of people still makes these wealthy people feel a certain kind of throbbing that they themselves are unwilling to admit.

The excited light in the eyes of the woman who exclaimed "It's terrible" in a low voice betrayed her. The man not far away from her tore off his tie, stared at the person who jumped from the building, and his breathing was a little rapid. , the pupils are slightly dilated, this is not a sign of fear.

Everyone's performance is different, and Ferral is also a little curious. He has encountered such things before, but he used to be the kind of person who dealt with the aftermath, reducing unnecessary effects and getting rid of some negative reports. , the change in status now made him feel a little interesting. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with a wine glass in his hand, looking at the jumper who was still twitching at his feet.

The man who jumped from the building chose a not-so-good place to jump from. The main floor of the Sabine Hotel is not high enough. If he jumped, he would not die in an instant. The pain of a broken body would last for at least ten seconds to a few seconds. Ten seconds does not matter, it is far better to choose other ways to leave this world.

"I know him..." someone suddenly exclaimed, "He set up a company, and it seems that it was completely bankrupt and liquidated recently."

People's faces that were originally gloating about others' misfortune suddenly turned a bit sad. Most of the people here are businessmen. They have the illusion that they feel the same way. No one knows when they will choose this path.

This is actually much better than when the financial tsunami just came. At that time, there were long queues on the rooftops of major high-rise buildings in Bupen. If you jumped from the building, you had to wait for others to jump before you could jump, otherwise you might not fall to your death.

Someone used language to describe the scene that day in a very abstract way - "People were like the dinner of God and the devil. They were smashed to the ground by invisible forces, smashing themselves into a puddle of meatloaf, sprinkled with... ketchup”

Lin Qi also walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, glanced at the body that was no longer twitching on the ground, and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know him?" Ferral asked. He felt that something was wrong with Lynch's behavior just now.

Lynch shook his head, "No, I just thought of a guy who said he would never sell his factory to me even if he went to hell."

Ferral couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, "How could anyone reject you? Even a person like me who doesn't do business knows that it is the most correct thing to get rid of the things in hand as soon as possible while they can be sold. choose."

He and Lynch clinked their wine glasses and each took a sip.

"So you are suitable to be a politician, not a capitalist." Lynch commented seriously after putting down his glass.

There are two kinds of businesses in this world that are quite safe.

One is policy business. To do this kind of business, there must be someone, and someone in a high position.

What will be vigorously developed in a region or even the entire country? When there is no news outside, you get the news first and get a large amount of high-quality resources at almost no cost. After the policy is implemented, you will have more resources in your hands. Resource values ​​skyrocketed.

The second type is overkill, and using "overkill" to describe this method is not entirely correct. The reason why such companies do not lose money is not because they have any way to avoid losses, but because they can afford to lose money.

It's like Mr. Wardrick plans to buy a production company for his daughter. Even if this production company doesn't make movies for decades and loses money every year, it can still survive.

Except for these two, all businesses are actually gambling, that is, betting on an uncertain future and betting that one can survive until dawn.

Some people can succeed, but more people still fail. There are not so many miracles in this world. If you want to wait until the economy improves, it will definitely not be achieved in three to five days or three to five months. It may take three to five years. years, or more.

Those who cannot see clearly are just like the person in front of him. Except that tomorrow's newspaper may report it in the middle page, he will disappear from this society forever, and no one will remember him.

Including his wife, his children, and his family, after a short period of grief, they will soon come out of their grief.

Lynch looked at the corpse and shook his head slightly, committing suicide, the stupidest solution!

Of course, Lynch didn't know that there was another gentleman on the top of the building who was about to jump off the building at this moment, but he looked at the guy who died tragically on the ground, and suddenly he was not as courageous as before.

He held his jazz hat tightly with both hands, and the brim of the jazz hat was slightly deformed by his force.

The cold wind was howling on the roof. Although it was already January, the temperature had not improved at this time, but was even colder than before.

He suddenly sneezed, maybe because he had been standing on the roof for too long, or maybe because he had been blowing cold wind for too long. This sneeze made him a little dizzy.

The moment he closed his eyes and blew the air out of his lungs, he felt a sense of weightlessness, which made him kneel on the ground in fear, not daring to move.

After he got better, he took another look at the strange friend who had been chatting with him for a while, but was now being thrown into a body bag like garbage, feeling a little sad in his heart.

At the same time, he also saw several police officers preparing to go upstairs.

This made him tremble, and he quickly turned around and walked towards the stairs. He didn't want to be caught at this time, maybe they would think he was the murderer, and he pushed the idiot down...

They don't really think so, how stupid that would be.

He quickly got up and walked towards the stairs. He wanted to leave before the police arrived. At this time, the panic on his face was not at all the same as he had pointed at Lynch's nose and yelled, "To hell with you and your greed."

When he was going downstairs, he happened to meet the policeman who was going upstairs. The policeman looked him up and down, and he smiled and nodded. Just when both parties were about to turn around and leave in the opposite direction, a policeman suddenly spoke.

"Sir, were you on the rooftop just now?"

"Rooftop?" The old man turned around and used an exaggerated expression to cover up his inner uneasiness, "Of course not. How could an old man like me go to such a cold place on the rooftop?"

The policeman glanced at him for a day, smiled and nodded, "Then have you seen anyone strange?"

The old man shook his head again, "I haven't seen it before."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye, sir!"

After the old man walked away, one of the policemen bent down and picked up a small stone on the ground. He had a playful expression on his face and said, "Send someone to follow him. There is some dust on his knees, and there is A small pebble. If I guessed correctly, there must be many such pebbles on the rooftop..."

The old man didn't know that although he had quickly left the scene, he was still regarded as an important criminal suspect, and he didn't even know that the pustule police officer in the Sabine City Police Department had been completely fired because of the strike.

The police officers on duty now are either recently retired soldiers who still maintain a vigorous and resolute style, or they are experienced police detectives. It can only be said that he is really unlucky.

Both federal and murder charges are felonies. Even if he is really innocent, the legal procedures he should go through will not be reduced. This also means that he must hire a lawyer for himself, which is another huge expense...

The gentlemen in the building quickly recovered from the pervasive gloomy atmosphere. Today they gathered here to celebrate Mayor Ferrara's inauguration as mayor of Sabine City, even if it is temporary.

The band began to play again, and the singer began to sing classical music affectionately. People were intoxicated, with false smiles on their faces and wine glasses held high, as if everything was still in the "prosperous age" a few years ago!

…

In the early morning, a thin worker carrying a tool bag said goodbye to his wife and children with a smile on his face. After almost a year or two, they finally had a new job!

After screening by city hall and workers' unions, those family members who needed a job more than others were eventually offered a job.

These workers have never been as eager to work as they are now. You must know that in the past, they wished they could work eight hours a day, and for the remaining two hours they could be lazy if they could, and if they couldn't be lazy, they could pretend to work.

But now, not to mention working ten hours a day, but twelve hours a day, they all think that is what it should be.

Workers lined up at the factory gate to show their work ID cards. The small books had their photos and stamps, which meant that they were workers of this factory.

The reason why there is such an inhumane measure that goes against the original intention of freedom is entirely because some people have been discovered trying to sneak into the factory to work.

In order to avoid this situation, this kind of work ID card with photo was produced and issued to workers.

Only with a work permit can one enter a factory to work, which was almost impossible in the past. The work permit was once regarded as proof that capitalists enslaved laborers.

But now, the work permit has become a symbol of honor and glory.

It's realistic and not ridiculous.