Blackstone Code

I thought that Nel should be at Nagalil now, but after Lynch asked, I found out that Nel had returned to the Federation and was in Bupain.

Less than half an hour after he ended his contact with Garton, Nell showed up at Lynch's house.

"You should get me some cigarettes, especially the Black Gold Era, they are so hard to buy!" Nell couldn't help complaining as soon as she entered the house.

In the past, federal cigarette manufacturers did not limit the monthly limit of a certain type of cigarettes in each store. They wished that their cigarettes could sell 10,000 cartons a month in these stores!

But the new cigarettes are different every moment, especially in the black gold era. The lowest stores can only get ten cigarettes from the channel every month. In the golden age, it is 30 cigarettes, and in the silver age, there is no limit.

Only after buying a certain amount of cigarettes and the level increases, the number of cigarettes you can get every month will increase.

There are a total of twenty-one levels in the entire level, and each level increases by two. Even in the end, if a store reaches the full level, it can only get fifty Black Gold Age items in a month.

Many people think that this kind of high-end cigarettes should be difficult to sell. In fact, on the contrary, those who are curious and want to try something new, and those who want to consume themselves, are very fond of the black gold era.

While cursing Lynch and having a darkened conscience every moment, people took out money to put a pack of twelve cigarettes in their pockets, and then took them out in public social situations.

Tear open the seal of an independent package, put the cigarette into your mouth gracefully, tilt your head to light it, put one hand in your trouser pocket, then tilt your head and look to the side, and exhale a puff of smoke...

Bupen is a wealthy city, and people here are richer than people in other places, and this system is prepared for stores with consumer audiences.

After all, there was no limit in the Silver Age, and stores without high spending power would not worry about having no place to buy their cigarettes. If there were really not enough to sell, they could only try their best to increase the quantity they purchased.

The price is that they over-purchase every month and buy more Silver Ages to upgrade their level as quickly as possible.

Many people think Lynch is stupid. If these cigarettes are so easy to sell, why not let them go?

In fact, who can know, the real reason is that the tobacco in his hand cannot keep up.

The cut tobacco of the Silver Age does not need to be very good. You can use the local cut tobacco of the Federation and some wild cut tobacco from Nagaril to create a suitable taste. The local tobacco production of the Federation is huge, so low-grade cigarettes can be supplied in unlimited quantities.

However, it is far too late to supply high-end cigarettes. The tobacco fields have begun to be cultivated in Nagaril. If they want unlimited supply, they will have to wait until the end of the year at least.

Even Nell, Lynch's father, couldn't buy much of the Black Gold Age.

"I don't have much." Lynch replied casually, "I didn't know you were back."

Nell walked to the sofa and sat down casually. He had become very chic since he and Sierra divorced, "I came back when there was a commotion over there. I don't want to experience that kind of bad thing again." experience.”

His business there, that is, Lynch's business, had been affected and impacted by local movements and politics more than once. It was a terrible feeling that he could lose his life anytime and anywhere.

When he knew that people started to gather to make trouble, he bought a federal summons and came back directly.

He had a large house in another middle-class neighborhood where he housed his three wives, which Lynch only knew about.

After the maid brought the drinks, Lynch asked him, "How is your life and work there now? I'm not doing my job well and I haven't paid attention to your situation for a long time."

Nell leaned back on the sofa and pressed one hand on the cross head of the back of the sofa. "Fortunately, now between the locals and us..." He shook his head and turned his wrist. He didn't know how to describe it. That relationship.

It took a long time to find a word that might be suitable, "...the contradiction is no longer as deep as before. They have begun to trust us and are willing to actively serve us."

"Including this time you are going to open up tobacco fields, many farmers have expressed their willingness to serve us. They also asked me if I would harvest wild tobacco leaves."

Lynch nodded while listening. When he got here, he nodded with his hand, "No, we don't want wild tobacco, and you have to protect those wild tobacco fields. It's best to buy their land."

Nell looked at Lynch with a confused face, as if asking him why he was so crazy.

Perhaps understanding Nell's confusion, Lynch explained, "In the next stage, we will focus on publicizing the difference between wild tobacco leaves and cultivated tobacco leaves. You know, rich people are willing to spend a hundred times the money to make some Stupid thing."

"People will believe that wild things must be good things, and we have to satisfy some of their fantasies."

Nell thought about it seriously and felt that what Lynch said made sense. This was why he had been working for Lynch since he lacked the one percent aura.

After the father and son chatted for a while about ordinary work situations, Lynch suddenly asked, "How do you get along with the locals?"

Nell pouted and shrugged, "It's okay. I never make things difficult for them, and they are willing to communicate with me."

"If one day we need you to be a member of Parliament, do you think you can do it?"

After Lynch finished speaking, Nell's open mouth could no longer be closed.

"Oh my God, let me be a congressman?", he said and laughed loudly, "This joke is not very funny, Lynch, you can let me be a manager or a boss, but let me be a congressman? "

"I don't have this kind of experience, and I don't really want to try it."

Lynch didn't say anything immediately and just continued talking about the topic.

"Now that little congressman has made a mistake, he will almost disappear from the political system of Mongolia and Ukraine, and he may be transferred to the federal side for detention."

"The reason is to prevent the local ruling class from releasing him or rescuing him in violation of regulations."

"So we picked a new one, better controlled, more oriented towards our guys, Garton, you know."

Nell nodded, "I know this young man. He inherited his father's property and maintained it well."

Mr. Simon still has many industries in Nagaril. If he can earn two to three hundred thousand federal soles every year, it will definitely not be a small business.

In the past, he relied on the Preton monopoly system to make money, but now he has turned to the federation. The federation's business may not be as profitable as before, but it will not be too different.

He is one of the few local rich young people who has done a good job. Many people know him. He is also a symbol of success for the local people.

In fact, the main reason for Garton's success is his identity as a local. This identity is too important.

The locals will support him much more strongly than they support foreigners, and as long as he is not a jerk himself, success is very simple.

Nell thought for a while and said, "If he is suitable, then there will be no need to change the MP. I am really not that material."

Lynch just smiled.

"Even if he is more inclined to our position than anyone else, he is not a Federation person, do you understand?"

"And you are just right for this position."

"You married three local wives and one of them is said to be giving birth?"

Nell was a little shy when talking about this matter with his children. He was almost fifty years old and had a new life. This also...

But the fact was the fact, and he could only blink at Lynch's eyes in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Yes, the due date is in August."

Lynch spread his hands, "Look, you will also have a mixed-race offspring, which is the best choice for the locals."

"They will give you the equivalent of recognition of the local people. Because your child is of mixed race, I suggest that you let your wife who is about to give birth go to Nagalir to give birth."

"That child will inherit something from birth, something precious."

"In addition to these, you are also carrying out business and construction in the local area. Many people rely on you for their livelihood. You have prestige, wealth, and upper-class connections. You are also integrated with the locals and you have a Nagaril." Son, who else is more suitable than you?"

After hearing what Lynch said, Nell was no longer as negative as she was at first, "I don't know..."

"I don't mean to force you, I just want to give you a suggestion. You have to consider it seriously."

"Garton will be down in four years at most. Being in that position for a long time will help him unite people and make him more influential. The key is that he is a native. This does not meet my requirements for that side."

"We can only replace people, and I hope it's you, Nell."

"You are my father. I trust you immensely. Don't let me down, okay?"

Nell was a little speechless, and he was silent for a while, "You shouldn't be so anxious, right?"

Lynch nodded, "Yes, you still have four years to think about it. Even if you don't think about it, you have to think about it for your children."

He picked up a Black Gold Supreme, handed it to Nell, and lit it for himself at the same time, "You know, he can't live here in the Federation, some rules don't allow that."

"Every one of us will die, waiting for you... I'm sorry, I shouldn't say this, but I have to say it."

Nell nodded in understanding.

"Twenty years from now, thirty years from now, how old will he be, and how old will your remaining children be?"

"When you give birth to them, you have to give them something to rely on, what do you think?"

Lynch couldn't help laughing as he said, "God, not everyone can be like me. If every one of your children is like me, the world will be yours!"

This wasn't a joke, Nell actually got it.

It is impossible for his children to surpass Lynch and control the rule of a region at the age of twenty-three, if his "brothers" are unhappy with him.

Lynch must have a thousand ways to make them disappear completely.

Even if this didn't happen, it seemed impossible for Lynch to help those younger brothers. He had to leave something for his children.