Blackstone Code

Lynch took out a small box like a makeup mirror from his pocket, only the size of the palm of his hand.

It looks like dirty silver, which may be a little inaccurate, but it's not ugly.

The outermost layer is bright white, and in the gaps below, there is a layer of black stuff, matte.

It didn't look too clean, but it also gave people a contradictory feeling of not being dirty. He didn't know how to describe it.

Lynch twisted slightly, and when he opened it, there was a small box of powder-like stuff inside. Mr. Wardrick looked at Lynch and saw him pick up a cigarette again and dip the tobacco end into the box of dust. Dip.

Then, with the filter tip facing down, he pressed it twice on the table to allow the powder to enter the inside of the cigarette, and then lit it.

"Some spices or something..." Mr. Wardrick immediately identified the smell that was spreading in the air. It was definitely not the smell of burning tobacco. It was not there just now.

It was the smell of those small powders, and it smelled good. He became more and more curious, "Cigarette Mate, what's the use of this?"

He also tried to extinguish the cigarette in his hand, took another cigarette, followed Lynch's example, let some powder enter the inside of the cigarette, and took a breath.

Unexpectedly, there is a completely different aroma accompanied by the mellow taste of tobacco, which adds some wonderful changes to the originally not so complex smell of tobacco.

"What is this?", he couldn't help but ask again. Lynch was always able to come up with something that aroused curiosity. This was the case before, and it is still the case now.

Mr. Wardrick's curiosity was aroused, and Lynch naturally would not hide it anymore, "This is the formula we got from the agent of Nagaril..."

He glanced at Mr. Wardrick, who pretended to understand, but was actually confused, and added another explanation, "Agent is the name of the high priest. They exercise the power of the gods in the human world on behalf of the gods. They are also called agents. "

"The gods have given them many abilities, making them different from ordinary humans. They have evolved some unique formulas through the blending of herbs, which is one of the abilities given to them by the gods!"

Mr. Wardrick looked at the small box again, reached out and took the lid in his hand, which was heavy.

At this time, this lid that seemed to him bright on the surface, with some darkness in the gaps, and with a very mysterious pattern suddenly took on a mysterious aura.

"So what effect does it have?", he asked, "Things like witch doctors must have some effect, whether they are used to save people or to kill people."

Lynch nodded, "Its function is to minimize the harm that cigarettes may cause to us. Using it in conjunction with cigarettes can prevent our bodies from being affected by the epidemic."

Mr. Wardrick's expression became more solemn.

In the upper class society of the Federation, theology has always occupied a very high status, and to some extent, science has even been ranked behind theology.

Even though we are in a world with advanced technology, people believe, especially rich people, that there must be a god who exists and can influence mankind.

Such a perception may seem ridiculous in the eyes of some people at the bottom of society, right?

Those scientists have used many methods to prove that some phenomena are not mysterious and can be reproduced. This is also the reason for the decline of theology.

If science can explain and reproduce it, then it is no longer mysterious, and things that are not mysterious are not worthy of people's awe.

But the reason why theology has not been completely defeated, in the eyes of many people, is because mankind has not solved the mystery of death.

If one day people crack the mystery of death, perhaps the world will no longer have a theological foundation, but before that, there is still a certain foundation.

The lower the people are, the more they believe in science, because science can allow them to understand the world and explain everything around them. They are like being immersed in the ocean of science, and they are also the staunchest supporters of science.

On the contrary, the attitude of the upper echelons of society towards theology is extremely strange. They actually believe in God. It’s funny or not. Rich people are so stupid!

Many people think so because they have never seen the real world!

What they have access to are things that can be explained by science, and things that cannot be explained by science are out of their reach.

But the rich can.

This is also the reason why there is a Holy Peace Society. Of course, Lynch doesn't know it now. Only Mr. Wardrick knows.

The goal of the core members of the Holy Peace Society is to find God and prove that God exists.

They saw many things that could not be explained by science, such as alloy human bones that were salvaged from the seabed more than a hundred years ago.

For example, when people were dealing with solidified lava after a volcanic eruption, they discovered a finger bone that was made of an unknown material and showed no signs of melting. It looked like crystal.

For example, the archaeological community once discovered a stone tablet with a history of more than 10,000 years that may contain some writing...

There are too few things that science can explain, and there are too many things that cannot be explained. Therefore, the wealthy people of the Federation, including most of the world's top dignitaries, firmly believe that there must be some magical power.

So when Lynch said that this thing was passed down to humans from the gods, Mr. Wardrick's expression became serious.

No matter how bad it is, it is still in the name of God.

"You take it seriously." Lin Qi suddenly laughed, but as he smiled, he also fell silent.

He has traveled through time, and his soul is still attached to this free, young body. If he is still a staunch atheist at this time, the first thing he has to do is give himself a slap in the face, and then explain what time travel is.

Lynch's sudden silence made Mr. Wardrick seem to have some subtle thoughts in his mind. He looked at the small box in his hand, his eyes seemed to have penetrated the barrier of space directly, and he saw something that should not be seen by humans.

The silence between the two lasted for about ten seconds, and then Lynch put a smile on his face again, "The matter is urgent, I can't be sure whether it is effective, maybe it is just a trick."

Mr. Wardrick nodded in agreement, "You're right, so how much do you plan to sell it for?"

"A thousand dollars!"

"It's not expensive." Mr. Wardrick nodded. He estimated that such a small box could add some flavor to about a hundred cigarettes.

When converted, it is only a few dollars or ten dollars a stick. For a person like Mr. Wardrick, if he smokes one stick after another until he dies, his wealth will not decrease, but will continue to grow. Increase.

The price was reasonable, and it gave him some other ideas.

"I heard you still have some extra shares this time." He put the box back in his hand.

After this capital expansion, some small shareholders were unable to keep up. Since they could not keep up, they could only bear the result of their equity being reduced by half.

Lynch took this part of the vacated shares himself in the name of the major shareholder, and in doing so, he also gave more small and medium-sized shareholders great confidence.

Even major shareholders are greedy, so what do small and medium-sized shareholders need to be afraid of?

Lynch's personal shareholding exceeds 10%, less than 12%, a little more than a few percent.

What he meant by asking this question was that he wanted to buy some more stocks.

After the two people who initiated the acquisition have completed the acquisition and the frequent changes in equity have ended, the company can be relisted.

Now under the leadership of Lynch, the development focus has been returned from the top-level Croft market, which has exhausted its potential, to ordinary consumer groups, and there is also extremely detailed consumption level planning, which is bound to make every moment The stock quickly climbed higher.

How much you eat now is equal to how much you earn, or even several times more.

For example, Mr. Wardrick himself knows that cigarettes will become a consumption explosion area in the next stage. If we don't talk about layout issues at this time and just get some shares, it will be of great personal significance to him.

This can be a long-term holding investment or a short-term high-return financial investment, it doesn't matter.

"Rongsheng is very anxious to sell their stocks everywhere. You can talk to them."

Mr. Wardrick said with a slight smile, "I actually don't like dealing with people from banks, but it seems like that's the way it is."

A bank is a private institution, a company, but its business is very special. Just because its business is special, we cannot give it some attributes that it does not have. For example, it must and must be fair and just.

It’s not uncommon for banks to find ways to misappropriate customers’ assets, but they do so in a relatively good-looking way.

When Mr. Wardrick goes to deal with them, he is not dealing with the people below, but with the bank's board of directors. It is not so simple to buy these stocks.

You have what you want, but you have to give me what I want in exchange. The transaction is always a matter between both parties.

Mr. Wardrick asked another question, "I heard that the trial is about to begin. What are you going to do? After all, so many people are involved."

Lynch was smoking a cigarette, looking at the scenery in the distance, and said casually, "I sympathize with their plight, but this is not the reason for me to forgive them."

"Mr. Wardrick, I have heard such a saying"

“When you go the wrong way and forgive those criminals who look pathetic, you are actually hurting the next victim!”

"I sympathize with them, but the law is fair!"

Waldrick first "chewed" over and over what Lynch said, and the content revealed in this sentence inevitably made him a little moved!

Sometimes knowledge, wisdom, and truth are so simple. It may be a painting, a flickering light, or even a sentence!