Blackstone Code

At nine forty, Richard came to the cafe early and sat down.

He chose a corner near the window. The lighting here was very good, and the almost invisible glass that had been wiped by the store clerk allowed him to observe the situation on the street from a high level.

It's not very far from the door leading to the back hall, only a few steps away.

He sat down facing the door and was in a daze.

He thought about many things that may or may not make sense, such as his choice of seats.

When he was still a salesman under Lynch, he often went out to eat with Lynch. At that time, Lynch would always choose to sit where there was a window, with his back to the wall and facing the door.

Richard was very strange and curious. Once he couldn't help his strong curiosity and asked Lynch this question.

"Boss, why do you choose this position to sit down every time?"

Lynch told him at the time that it was because it was safe.

Safety?

Richard didn't understand at the time, but Lynch patiently told him that from such a position, he could see at a glance who was coming in and whether there was anyone else outside.

Once some conflicts occur, there is no need to consider attacks from behind and just focus on dealing with the enemies in front.

If you can beat them, fight them; if you can't beat them, find an opportunity to smash the window and escape.

At that time, Richard couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He felt that a gang member must have told Lynch, because this statement was very similar to the tactics used by some gangs.

Richard asked Lynch again why he would do this if he had no enemies.

Lynch told him at the time that it was never foolish to be vigilant at any time.

Any time!

In a daze, he remembered something from the past. Lynch was younger than him, but had richer experience than him. Sometimes he would wonder if Lynch just looked young.

After all, some people are like this. They look like they are only forty or fifty years old, but they are actually fifty or sixty years old.

So it seems that he is in his twenties, but in fact he is in his thirties.

From graduating from high school to entering the society, Lynch could not have mastered so much experience in just two or three years.

Unless he has mastered these things since he was born.

When his thoughts drifted here, Richard couldn't help laughing. He knew that he was thinking wildly because he was not confident enough to defeat Lynch.

Once people have doubts about themselves, they will resort to things like gods and ghosts to avoid their own incompetence.

This sentence was also said by Lynch.

He shook his head and reached out to touch the holster that was hidden by his clothes. He suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind.

Even God can be stabbed to death by a bullet. Even if Lynch was born divine, he would not be able to escape a bullet.

Time passed bit by bit and finally pointed to ten o'clock.

When the second hand of the wall clock pointed to nine fifty-nine minutes and forty-five seconds, Lynch appeared outside the cafe.

It was fifty seconds when he walked in the door, and when he walked to the table and sat down, it was exactly nine fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

"Looks like I'm not late." Lynch smiled, "A cup of hand-ground coffee, thank you."

The waiter turned and left. Lynch crossed his legs and looked at Richard, "I had something to do last night that I couldn't explain clearly on the phone. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Richard took his hand out of his pocket and took a sip of his coffee. He was originally anxious to see Lynch, but this time, he was not so anxious.

He knew Lynch very well, and Lynch was indeed very powerful. If he acted too anxiously, he might let Lynch discover some of his problems.

He still remembered Lynch telling him that observation of details could guess a person's mind, and he didn't want to be the one who was guessed!

"Someone is selling the company's stock. Millions of shares were sold silently in one day." He slowly put down the coffee cup, then looked up at Lynch.

The tone was very calm, and it felt like he was talking about a trivial matter.

Lynch looked at him with a smile on his face, "How can you be sure that someone is selling and it is not a natural market behavior?"

"It's you, right?" Richard didn't answer Lynch's question because he couldn't answer the question.

Since he couldn't answer, he would just ask a rhetorical question instead. He believed that there were some changes in Lin Qi's heart at this time. He stared at Lin Qi's eyes, trying to find Lin Qi's emotional fluctuations.

But unfortunately, Lynch's eyes did not change at all.

"Does it mean anything to you whether it's me or not me?"

Richard thought for a moment and closed his mouth.

At this time, the waiter came over with Lynch's coffee and then left.

Lynch took a sip of coffee, then nodded with satisfaction, "It's much better than the coffee at the Presidential Palace. You've never been to the Presidential Palace, so you don't know how bad the coffee there is."

Richard chuckled lightly, "Actually, even if you don't answer me, I know that you must have done it. When did it start?"

Lynch pursed his lips, "This question is difficult for me to answer. In fact, it started from the last time we met in the Federation."

"It's just that some plans are different from what I imagined. I'm not a god. I can't predict every one of your actions. You're too high-profile, Richard."

Lynch behaved very elegantly, calmly and calmly. The more he acted like this, the more nervous Richard became, and he started to sweat.

Lin Qi's demeanor and momentum gave him a terrible feeling, as if he was already a bug in a spider's web, unable to struggle, and could only watch his own demise.

He swallowed, "Why do you ask me to do something?"

His voice was a bit high, "It was like this before, and it's still like this now. You always tell me that I should do this, I should do that, but you never think about me from my perspective!"

In Richard's opinion, isn't it a "requirement" for him to learn from Lynch's strengths?

If Lynch asked him to do it, he had to do it and learn how Lynch did it.

Lynch is now saying that he is high-profile, and he knows that he is talking about his promotion of the listing of Yuanrong Capital.

He has his own idea. This is the best opportunity to get rid of Lynch. As long as he completes this plan, when the fourth quarter financial report comes out and the stock rises sharply, he can cash out at least 100 million yuan!

With this money, what can't he do?

He no longer needs to be timid, he can face Lin Qi directly, or even give Lin Qi a try!

But now Lynch was here to accuse him of being too high-profile, and the dissatisfaction in his heart burst out in an instant.

There was no one in the cafe, and the only waiter stood a little further away, seeming to leave all the space to these two people.

"I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm just giving you a possibility as a reference. Maybe it's most appropriate to follow the method I provided."

Lynch picked up the stir stick and stirred the coffee. Stirring slowly, the mellow aroma began to spread. "I respect your freedom of personality. You can act according to your own ideas. It doesn't matter. That is your freedom."

"We are Confederates, we can fight for freedom and die for freedom, and I respect all your rights."

"But if you have your own ideas, then you can't stop me from having mine."

"You want to ruin my plan, that's fine. I didn't stop you and even helped you. So why do you blame me?"

Richard's expression was a little struggling and a little ferocious. When Lynch told him without reservation that this was what he did, he still had some hesitation in his heart.

Do you want to break up with Lynch?

He didn't think so before, but now when facing Lynch, the huge pressure made him hesitate about his choice.

But these hesitations were quickly swallowed up by anger and other emotions.

If he lowers his head, he will never be able to escape Lynch's shadow for the rest of his life. What will his men and partners think of him?

They will definitely leave him. He doesn't want to work for others all his life. He wants to be his own boss.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at Lynch, breathing a little heavily, "I haven't lost yet, Lynch."

"This is the first time you've called me by my name, and you haven't used the honorific yet." Lynch made a small comment, and then he picked up the coffee and took a sip.

Gefra's coffee beans are roasted for a longer time than Federal coffee beans, so that the oiliness and aroma can be released, and there will be no light sour taste.

However, the bitter taste will be obviously amplified. Federal people can tolerate sourness. After all, their judgment of whether the fruit is fresh is whether it is sour enough, but they cannot tolerate the bitter taste.

The fact that more sugar is added to coffee than from other countries is a good indication of this, which also gives Gefra's coffee a completely different character from Federal Coffee.

"Don't look down on others!" Richard's mood got a little out of control again. He always looked down on Lynch. Now the more Lynch behaves like this, the angrier he becomes. He even puts his hands into his pockets and puts his hands in his clothes. Fabric felt the holster.

It seems that this is the only way to make him feel that he still has control.

Lynch smiled nonchalantly, "Do you remember, Richard, I taught you the observation of details."

Before Richard could say anything, Lynch put down the coffee cup and said, "Actually, from the moment you came in, I knew you had a gun, but I hadn't decided whether to use it yet."

"You don't know that holding weapons can improve the situation between us. In fact, you don't need to try, because you can't change anything."

"There are at least two guns aimed at your head now. As long as I make a move, or you make a dangerous move, the bullet will blow out your head."

"In your opinion, you may have 'grown up', like a rebellious child in adolescence. You can face the world calmly."

"But in my opinion, you are still too young. Your results tomorrow will all come from your choices yesterday!"

"You've taken one step, it's my turn next!"

Lynch smiled and picked up the coffee cup and drank it in one gulp. "It tastes good, but I don't need your treat." He took out two dollars and put them under the tray. He stood up and nodded slightly to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, Richard!"