Blackstone Code

The situation in the Atlantic Ocean has become more and more turbulent. Governor Seder is deeply touched. Obviously nothing has happened, but the situation in Amelia suddenly has an extraordinarily tense atmosphere, like... the dark clouds on the horizon are getting darker and darker. It's getting closer and closer, pressing on people's hearts and making them breathless.

The bright lights in the room flickered a few times before completely falling into darkness, but soon the independent power generation equipment of the Governor's Mansion began to operate, and light returned to the world.

Standing by the window and looking at the setting sun, Governor Seder's expression became more solemn.

"Master, the power plant was attacked and the power went out." The housekeeper stood at the door and reported truthfully what had just happened.

The power plant was attacked again, the newly repaired generator set was scrapped again, and the whole city was plunged into darkness again.

This is the second time it has been attacked this month. Almost as soon as the generator set is repaired, it will be damaged by the attack within a few days. Similar things are happening not only in Zhuris, but also in other places.

Blackstone Security, which had signed a contract with the Gaevra Empire, completely stopped its anti-bandit work on the grounds that "the local government was unable to provide a suitable and effective anti-bandit environment."

This reason seems a bit bullshit, but they stopped all work because of this bullshit reason, everything.

Those anti-government militants began to raise their heads again. With power plants everywhere being blasted, they began to invade the city unscrupulously, using the cover of darkness.

However, Gaevra's army had no good solution. After all, the power plant was isolated on the outskirts of the city, and there were many relatives of anti-government militants in the city. If heavy troops were sent to guard the power plant, then the Imperial District would become a target for those anti-government militants. The focus of armed attacks.

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Either save the head but not the buttocks, or save the buttocks but not the head, you have to choose one.

In the end, the governor focused his defense on the Imperial District. After all, this was the last dignity the Gaevra people had in the local area. If even one or two of the Imperial Districts were captured, many things would become extra troublesome in the future!

An invader that can be defeated!

By then, the defeated countries may have some ideas. They may not directly launch a war, but they may be able to send some soldiers over.

Therefore, there must be no problems in the Empire District. This decision also caused Amelia to spend a month in darkness.

"This is Lynch's handiwork..." Governor Seder looked particularly solemn. He contacted some of the Allied countries with relatively strong armies, hoping that they would send some armies to help out of the Allies' sake.

Now that Governor Seder has stopped covering up the problem of the Imperial Army being indistinguishable from shit, he doesn't care anymore. If this area is lost in order to cover up this problem, that would be the biggest mistake!

But what he didn't expect was that his plan to introduce reinforcements from the outside failed due to the sudden announcement of military exercises in the mainland.

Those countries have expressed their willingness to help Governor Seder establish a solid rule in the Amelia region, but there is a prerequisite. These must be placed after military exercises, and they also hope to be recognized by the federation.

It's not that the Federation has become more powerful now, but that the Federation's military expansion and updated armaments have alarmed everyone.

A "guy who is obviously very strong but has never had any ambition and is treated as a coward all day long" suddenly starts to arm himself. This is scary, okay? Then, when sending troops to wander around the door of the Federation, should we first obtain permission from the Federation?

Didn’t you see that their new press conference announced thirty-one military changes, and also severely warned a small group of people with ulterior motives trying to affect the Federation’s foreign trade through force?

Their attitude has become tougher. They were not like this before. In the past, if a fart was heard outside, everyone from the federal government to the president down to the homeless would regard that fart as thunder.

Now they have changed and they are starting to show their claws, which is very scary.

There are no reinforcements, Sauron has been unable to open up the situation on the Federation side, and the Megan Consortium has lost tens of millions without doing anything. It is unlikely that they will continue to complete this contract.

And all these changes are because of one person, Lynch.

"Contact Lynch for me..." Governor Seder ordered with a very ugly expression.

This is not the time to act tough. Let's wait until the rule here is stable, and then slowly consider how to retaliate for these humiliations.

There is still a lot of time, whether it is him or the empire.

The housekeeper went and came back, and after only a short while, he stood by the door with an expressionless face, "Master, Lynch refuses to talk to you!"

At this time, the two imperial businessmen walking outside the Governor's Palace suddenly shrank their necks. He said to his companions, "The Governor is breaking things again."

Lynch, who made the governor extremely unhappy, certainly had no time to chat with him. He was enjoying happiness, wine, and beauties. The ultimate goal of making money was enjoyment.

If someone says that I don’t make money for pleasure, or that I have never thought about making money and that money makes me miserable, then this person is either a traitor or sick.

The people in the room forgot the time, the place, and themselves in their intoxication. They were just perverted souls keen on socializing.

"We made millions..." Lem was a little excited. He drank a lot. Lynch asked him to short-sell the companies under the Megan Consortium. The benefits have already appeared.

He looked around and whispered, "If it falls for a few more days, our profit may exceed 10 million."

There was no expression of surprise on Lynch's face. The figure of several million had hardly affected him. From the time he and Emperor Gefra confirmed that the Gefra people would honor the bonds in his hand, his wealth had already Inflated to the point where you can feel nothing about millions of people.

He held the wine glass and took a sip, "Close all positions tomorrow."

The excited Lime was stunned for a moment, "Sorry, boss, you said all positions should be closed?" He "struggled" for a moment, "Now people are selling, and the selling will last for at least two days after it is formed. We still have a lot of room for profit.”

Lynch neither agreed nor disagreed, just glanced at him and said, "You can continue to hold it, but throw away my share."

It's another celebration. There are often similar celebrations in Bupen, the political and financial center. Brokerage companies or certain financial clients will hold various enviable celebrations once they make a lot of money.

On the one hand, this is to tell others that they have made money, making people feel envious and jealous, and at the same time, it can attract potential customers.

Anyone who wants to play here must abide by the rules of the game here, no matter who they are.

Looking at Lem's confused eyes, Lynch did not explain further. People always have to fall to learn how to avoid the possibility of falling on the same problem next time.

He held the wine glass and smiled, then went out to socialize.

Early the next morning, Lem woke up and threw out all Lynch's orders, but he was a little hesitant when faced with his own account.

This is also a profit of one or two million. If you wait for two more days and wait for the market rules to conform to some financial models, it will be the best time to leave.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to wait.

At this moment, the Megan Group convened all board members to start a new round of meetings.

"The military rejected us." The chairman of the board of directors bluntly told this very bad news. He acted very strongly, and his eyes swept from the faces of each shareholder until he reached Mr. Wardrick.

The two looked at each other for a while, two or three seconds, and then moved away.

"They refused to provide us with short-term escort on the grounds that they were preparing to participate in Western Ocean military exercises. We...", the chairman of the board of directors inadvertently saw a coin in the middle of the table as he spoke.

Because it was small and the environment here was special, it was possible that the cleaning staff did not notice the coin. This coin made him very unhappy, and he thought of Mr. Wardrick's provocation to the chairman of the board of directors. Those words.

Just such a small pause was captured by many people.

"If we continue to fulfill the contract, we may encounter the same situation we encountered before, but we may also be fine."

"Now the world's attention is firmly attracted by the joint military exercises in the Western Ocean. Maybe our invisible opponent will not appear easily."

“But this matter is not something that I or any one person can make a decision on, because it is related to the adjustment of some of the consortium’s work in the future, and we need to vote!”

"Vote for and against, and ultimately the number of votes will determine whether to continue to perform the previous contract."

"let's start……"

The staff gave everyone an envelope and a voting card.

In order to protect the rights and interests of shareholders, voting cards are pressed to make decisions.

If you want to vote yes, just pinch the circle next to the yes option, and then blue paint will appear in the interlayer, otherwise red paint will appear.

The final result will be reflected on the voting card after a period of time. Before that, everyone has enough time to put it into the envelope to ensure that everyone's vote is private and not known to others. .

Mr. Wardrick also got the voting card. He crushed the ball of paint and put it in an envelope and handed it to the staff.

Soon, these votes were tallied, and finally the board of directors decided to abandon this very dangerous plan. They had already failed twice on this project, and there would never be a third time.

When they saw this result, the chairman of the board of directors had very calm expressions, as if this result was within their expectations.

Capital has never had the attribute of "carrying it to death". As long as they feel pain, the pain of cutting meat, the pain of hemorrhoids, they will immediately cut off the connection.

They are unwilling to gamble on a future.

At the same time, they can afford to lose.

As for the contract with Sauron, we can file a lawsuit.