Blackstone Code

"This is the best bar around here..." Lynch walked to the bar first, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Trueman, "If you just want a drink!"

A strip club like this that can be opened near a high-end community has a deep background. Otherwise, just frequent police inspections will prevent the club from opening.

After all, soliciting sex in the federation is illegal, and strip clubs are the hardest hit areas - all kinds of girls show off their beauty, and there will always be people who can't help it. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.

With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the boss behind this club must not just want to build a club for ordinary people.

A person of a certain level will definitely bring a certain level of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend ten or twenty yuan to have fun, but this amount of money has not been taken into account by the club operators from the beginning.

He is looking for higher-end customers, the kind who can spend three to five hundred or even three to five thousand every time they come here. This also makes everything here very high-end. Only in this way can he attract those customers. Real high-end customers.

The elegant room has a special fragrance, the dim and ambiguous lights and the girl wearing a mask on the stage all give people a feeling of "it's so damn good to be rich".

Mr. Trueman smiled, shook his head, walked to the bar, and ordered a drink.

After two sips of wine, Mr. Trueman's face clearly had more thoughts to express.

Sometimes Lynch wonders if there is something special about the physique of the Federation people. For example, just one or two sips of alcoholic drinks can quickly change their state.

They ordered two bottles of wine and went to a booth in a corner to sit down.

"I'm in a bad mood." Mr. Trueman drank himself another drink, with a somewhat painful expression on his face. He wanted a strong drink, even if he added ice cubes to alleviate the burning sensation of the strong drink in his mouth. , drinking such a large gulp in one breath really makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Then he slowly exhaled the smell of alcohol and said, "I have been suspended from work..."

Just when Lin Qi was about to take a sip, his hand stopped mid-air holding the cup, "Is it temporary?"

Mr. Trueman nodded, "It's temporary. In addition to these, there are other troubles. The Security Committee has to re-evaluate me, and the Internal Affairs Department has also begun to investigate me. You know, these things are all Together.”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but take another sip, and then hit the table hard!

There was a loud bang, and not many people in the club looked over. An employee in charge of maintenance was about to come over when he was blocked by a man in black.

The man in black opened his collar, revealing the weapons and license plates inside. The club employees left the place in a wise manner.

Mr. Trueman in the booth looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium from taking advantage of small and medium-sized contracts, and in exchange he was reported by his real name.

A third-rate businessman whom he never knew or had any dealings with brought some materials to accuse him of various crimes including job-related crimes and abuse of power.

In fact, everyone knows that this is the big consortium's revenge on him, or some kind of implicit warning, but the process still needs to be followed.

Just because everyone knows it well, we cannot go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and regulations.

He was temporarily suspended from all work at hand and could resume work only after the investigation was completed. As for how long this would take, it obviously would not be too soon.

It takes time to verify the content of each report. Suppose it takes a week to report one content. Reporting a dozen non-existent charges can stop him for several months.

But unfortunately, not only did he have no means to counterattack these counterattacks, he couldn't even find a way to defend himself, so he could only sulk.

What made him even more angry was that Mr. President was too weak in facing this issue. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Trueman and asked him not to target those big conglomerates too much.

In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this is very clear to Mr. Trueman. The general election is coming soon. These people hold a lot of votes. At this critical moment, no one's favor or disgrace is more important than the general election.

Only after the results of the general election have been stabilized and ensured that everything is foolproof, can other issues be discussed.

Although Mr. Trueman knew this in his heart, it was still difficult for him to accept emotionally.

"The only thing I'm thankful for now is that I am the 'only one' and they can't live without me. I understand very well that this time is just their reminder that these female cousins ​​raised me!"

Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't react much when he drank it. It was amazing that Mr. Trueman and other federal people could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine.

His thoughts only flashed over this issue, and then he returned to the topic, "There is a proverb, 'If you destroy a capitalist's means of making huge profits, it is equivalent to killing his whole family. This cannot be explained. Forgiven Hate'."

"The current situation is like this. What capitalists always pursue is profit. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you are not 'hard' enough. In fact, their methods are quite mild. They are just harassing you."

Lynch is telling the truth. Compared with the more extreme methods, the big consortium's approach this time is quite mild. In fact, this is also related to the upcoming general election.

No one thinks that the President will have an opponent. As the President's most important staff and important government staff, doing too much will make the President dissatisfied.

Trueman was also his subordinate, and if he did it, it would be equivalent to not giving him face.

Compared with Mr. Trueman's "naivety", the current Mr. President is the real representative who is not easy to mess with.

He is tepid, and you never know whether he is a turtle with his head down or a snake coiled up and ready to attack. The latter is more likely.

He won't show too obvious love and hate directly, but as long as you give him a chance, he might hurt someone.

That's why there was a real-name report by a little person, and it was just a report.

"I know!" Mr. Trueman nodded, "I know what you are telling the truth, you are different from those people, Lynch, that's why I look for you to drink, not someone else."

"Honestly, I'm disappointed with everyone, it's so disappointing."

"Both the cabinet and the capitalists are disappointing. Everyone seems to be invisible to those social problems. They just can't see it themselves and don't allow others to see it. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be It’s like this.”

"It's like this from top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"

He drank a large glass of strong wine with the wine glass in his hand, and then poured himself another glass. His face began to turn red, and it was obvious that the alcohol was starting to get to his head.

Looking at him, Lynch couldn't help but sigh, this is a person who came out of the military, and his values ​​​​are very complete. If Mr. Trueman was not a "player" who came out of the military, his values ​​​​may be more traditional. Politicians or capitalists only have interests in their eyes.

Only by maintaining a kind of enthusiasm in a relatively closed environment can he become what he is now.

Lynch nodded slightly, "This is the value of each of us, Trueman. Each of us hopes that the world will become the most beautiful thing in our eyes, and we will continue to work hard for this goal."

"Some people feel that the world is a beautiful place now that they have money, so they find ways to make money."

"Actually, we are the same. We all feel that only we are right, so we are also working hard in this regard."

"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one is definitely right, what do you think?"

Mr. Trueman took another drink of his own. He raised his head and looked at Lynch, with some red bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes. "So what do you think a beautiful world looks like?"

"Me?" Lin Qi was a little surprised. He sighed softly, "Everyone has a job of their own, life is easy, the relationship between family members is harmonious, all walks of life develop in an orderly manner, the country is strong, and the nation Wealth and power, whether it is politics, military, economy, or culture, are very developed..."

"Of course, if I could have a little more money and a little more social status than others, that would be my ideal world."

He felt a little emotional, and then looked at Mr. Trueman who was distracted.

After about a few seconds, the latter suddenly came back to his senses, smiled and patted the table, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."

"I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head to deny his assessment of himself.

"No... that's right. You are a different kind of capitalist. This is the first time I've heard someone think like this. If the country is strong, the nation... is prosperous?"

He breathed a long sigh of relief and took another sip, "I really hope your dream can come true, Lynch, you are really different from others."

"Should I be happy that I am different from others?"

"certainly!"

The conversation between the two of them then deviated from the serious topic, and they also moved from the booth to the surroundings of a striptease stage. After all, Lynch had to spend so much change after exchanging so much change.

This strip club is very skilled in management. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here had a formal job outside, and some were even college students.

They wore masks and simple clothes, and with some foreshadowing and introductions, it was obviously a very vulgar place, but suddenly it became more stylish.

In the process of venting their emotions, I also encountered an interesting thing. Maybe the dancers saw the wad of bills exposed in Mr. Trueman's pocket and actively invited him to the stage.

This is also a small game that often occurs during performances. Mr. Trueman drank a lot and vented his emotions. He has long lost his usual calm appearance.

The girl kept dancing around him with some special meaning dance moves, while he held a stack of bills in one hand and kept crossing out the top bills with the other hand!

The bills flying out one after another continued to roll and fall slowly in the sealed windless space, and the atmosphere quickly reached its peak.