Blackstone Code Chapter 561

The sound of heavy objects falling on the ground, with a bang, even makes people feel a little vibration under their feet.

Some people walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside. After a short silence, some women's screams erupted in the street outside.

This time Ferrara held the celebration ceremony in the hotel. He himself did not have a large house in Sabine where so many people could gather together, and there were no large villas and large manors. Holding it in his own home would only be timid.

In the end, he chose to hold the celebration ceremony in the Sabine Hotel. The manager of the hotel was very witty and waived all the fees in Ferrara, and also gave away a lot of drinks and all the food needed at the cold meal. , Also includes a band and two singers, one male and one female.

The room they chose was facing the cross street outside the hotel, which was also the most prosperous place. At this time, people realized that someone had jumped off the building.

This kind of thing is not new. Last year, more people jumped off the building, but jumping in front of people still makes these wealthy people feel a certain kind of throbbing that they don't want to admit.

The excitement gleaming in the eyes of the lady who whispered "too terrible" in exclamation betrayed her, and the man not far away tore her bow tie, staring tightly at the person who jumped off the building, breathing a little fast , The pupils are slightly enlarged, this is not a sign of fear.

Everyone's performance is different. Ferrer is also a little curious. He has encountered such things before, but he used to be the kind of person who handles funeral affairs, reducing unnecessary influence and getting rid of some negative reports. Now, the change in status made him feel a little interesting. He stood by the French window with a wine glass, watching the jumper who was still twitching at his feet.

The gentleman who jumped off the building chose a not-so-good place to jump off the building. The main building of the Sabine Hotel was not high enough, and he would not fall into death in an instant. Ten seconds is far from waiting, it is far better to choose other ways to leave the world.

"I know him..." someone suddenly exclaimed, "He started a company, and it seems to have been completely bankrupt and liquidated recently."

The faces of people who were still gleeful for misfortune suddenly became a little bit sad. Most of the people here are businessmen. They have the illusion of empathy, and no one knows when they will choose this path.

This is actually much better than when the financial tsunami just arrived. At that time, there were long queues on the rooftops of all the tall buildings in Bupen. You must wait for others to jump before you can jump, otherwise you may not die.

Someone uses words to describe the scene of that day in a very abstract way—"Man is like the dinner of God and the devil, smashed to the ground by invisible power, smashing himself into a pool of meatloaf, and sprinkling it on the ground. Ketchup"

Lynch also walked to the French window, glanced at the corpse that was no longer twitching on the ground, and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know him?" Ferrer asked, and he felt that Lynch's performance just now was a bit wrong.

Lynch shook his head, "No, I just thought of a guy who said he wouldn't sell me his factory even if he went to hell."

Ferrer couldn't help but laugh after listening, "Why would anyone reject you? Even a non-business person like me knows that the most correct thing is to dispose of it as soon as possible when the things in hand can be sold. choose."

He and Lynch touched their glasses, and they each took a sip.

"So you are suitable to be a politician, not a capitalist." Lynch made a serious comment after putting down his wine glass.

There are two kinds of businesses in this world that are quite secure.

One is the policy business. To do this kind of business, there must be someone, and someone in a high position.

When there is no news about what a region or even the whole country will vigorously develop next, you get the news first. You can get a large amount of high-quality resources at almost no cost. After the policy comes down, what you have The value of resources skyrocketed.

The second is the use of overcapacity. It is not completely correct to describe this method as "overcapacity."

It's like Mr. Wardrick is planning to buy a production company for his daughter, even if the production company hasn't made movies for decades and loses money year after year, it can survive.

Except for these two types, all businesses are actually gambling, that is, betting on an uncertain future and betting that you can last until dawn.

Some people can succeed, but more people still fail. There are not so many miracles in this world. If you want to wait for the economy to turn for the better, it will definitely not be achieved in three to five days, but in three to five months. It may take three to five. Years, or longer.

If you can't see it, it's like the one in front of you. Except for the possibility that tomorrow's newspaper will report it in the Chinese edition, he will disappear forever in this society, and no one will remember him.

Including his wife, his children, and his family, after a brief period of grief, they will soon come out of grief.

Lynch looked at the corpse, shook his head slightly, committed suicide, the most stupid solution!

Of course, Lynch didn't know. At this moment, there was a gentleman on the top of the building who was about to jump off the building. It was just that he looked at the guy who died tragically on the ground, suddenly not as courageous as he was just now.

He held his jazz hat tightly with his hands, and the brim of the jazz hat was deformed by his firm grasp.

The cold wind on the roof was blowing. Although it was already January, the temperature did not improve at this time, but it was colder than before.

He suddenly sneezed. It may be that he had been standing on the roof for too long, or he had been blowing cold wind for too long. He was a little dizzy after the sneeze.

The moment he closed his eyes and sprayed the airflow out of the lung lobes, he felt a sense of weightlessness, which made him kneel on the ground in shock, not daring to move.

After he got better, he took another look at the stranger who was thrown into the body bag like **** and was a little sad in his heart.

At the same time, he also saw several police cards preparing to go upstairs.

This made him agitated one by one. He quickly turned and walked towards the stairs. He didn't want to be caught at this time. Maybe they would think he was the murderer, he pushed the idiot down...

They wouldn't really think so, how stupid it would be.

He quickly got up and walked towards the top of the stairs. He was about to leave before the police arrived. At this time, the panic on his face was not at all as if pointing to Lynch's nose and yelling "Let you and your greed go to hell" not long ago.

When he went downstairs, he happened to meet the policeman who was upstairs. The policeman looked at him up and down, and he nodded with a smile. Just when both sides were about to leave in the opposite direction, a policeman suddenly spoke up.

"Sir, were you on the rooftop just now?"

"Tiantai?" The old man turned sideways and turned his head to cover up his inner anxiety with an exaggerated expression. "Of course not. How could an old man like me go to a place so cold on the rooftop?"

The policeman glanced at him all day, smiled and nodded, "Did you see any strange people?"

The old man shook his head again, "I haven't seen it."

"Well, I'm sorry to disturb you, goodbye, sir!"

After the old man walked away, one of the policemen bent down and picked up a small stone on the ground. There was a playful expression on his face, "Send someone to follow him. There is some dust on his knees, and A small stone, if I guess right, there will definitely be many such small stones on the roof..."

The old man did not know that although he had left the scene quickly, he was still regarded as an important criminal suspect, not to mention that the pustule policeman at the Sabine City Police Department was completely expelled because of the strike.

The policeman on duty now is not a soldier who has just been retired, but still maintains a vigorous and vigorous style. He is an experienced sheriff inspector. He can only say that he is really unlucky.

Both the federal and murder crimes are felony. Even if he is really innocent, the legal procedures he should go through will not be reduced. This also means that he must hire a lawyer for himself, which is another big expense...

The gentlemen in the building quickly recovered from this pervading low atmosphere~www.mtlnovel.com~ They gathered here today to celebrate the inauguration of the mayor of Ferral as the mayor of Sabine, even if it is temporary .

The band began to play music again, and the singers began to sing classical music affectionately again. They were so drunk and fascinated, people held their wine glasses with hypocritical smiles, as if everything was still in the "prosperous age" a few years ago!

In the morning, a thin worker carrying a tool bag with a smile on his face bid farewell to his wife and children. After almost a year or two, they finally ushered in a new job!

After being screened by the city hall and the workers' union, these family members who needed more work than others got a job.

These workers have never been so eager to work as they do now. You must know that in the past they could not wait to work eight hours a day, and if they were lazy in the remaining two hours, they would be lazy, and they could not be lazy and pretend to work.

But now, let alone working ten hours a day, it is twelve hours, and they all think it should be.

The workers lined up to show their work permits at the entrance of the factory. There were photos of them and their stamps on the notebooks, which meant that they were workers in this factory.

The reason for such an inhumane and anti-freedom initiative is entirely because it has been discovered that some people are trying to work in the factory.

In order to avoid this situation, this kind of work permit with photos was produced and issued to the workers.

It was almost impossible to work in a factory with a work permit. Work permits were once regarded as proof that capitalists enslaved laborers.

But now, the work permit has become a representative of honor and glory.

It is very realistic and not ridiculous.

Chapter end

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