Blackstone Code Chapter 1142: Artificial landscaping
Just as Mrs. Klein was looking outside, a person with a familiar face, who seemed to have seen it before, also entered the cafe.
She took a few more glances. She was a very delicately dressed woman. Her delicacy was not exactly the same as Mrs. Klein's delicacy.
If Mrs. Klein reflects the sophistication of a rich man, then the other party is a kind of politician's sophistication!
She took a few more glances, then withdrew her gaze, but she didn't recognize her.
There are many high-ranking officials in Bu Pein, and you may come across a few when you walk on the street, especially near the Presidential Palace, all kinds of officials can be seen everywhere just like ordinary people.
So seeing officials here is nothing new to the locals, only those outsiders will marvel at them.
She got up and left, and just sat down at this time, the lady who made Mrs. Klein a little familiar called the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee for seven and ninety-nine cents, and asked for a cake combination, a full ten dollars .
Twenty dollars plus tip.
The pastry combination is the kind of four cakes of different colors, just four small pieces, all of which can't be filled in the mouth.
But it's expensive. Still very sweet!
It is said that this kind of pastry comes from a small country, and the craftsmanship is very complicated, often making dozens of them, and only a few succeed in the end. In short, it is expensive, no matter how cheap its raw materials are.
Intensely burnt coffee and sweet pastries adorned with a mint leaf on the side of the plate are a popular combination in the Commonwealth.
If Mrs. Klein had watched previous bowling matches, she would have known that this lady was the one who finished second.
Chris, a very common name.
She briefly touched up some makeup, and after waiting for a while, another lady walked in.
She wears a corset emerald green dress that has lots of little sparkle embellishments, but it doesn't detract from the dress.
She wears a sunhat of the same color, a pair of sunglasses, and a small satchel at her wrist.
She handed the hat to the clerk and sat across from Chris, taking off her sunglasses.
It's Ms. Tracey.
"You're playing with fire!" she lowered her voice, "I warned you last time, don't think about taking shortcuts all day!"
Chrissy used to be a little afraid of Ms. Tracey for a number of reasons. First of all, Ms. Tracey's father was an old politician himself and had extensive interpersonal relationships.
Secondly, her uncle is the patriarch of a region and has great influence locally and even in the federation.
And she herself is a pioneer of the feminist movement. This family is not a simple role. If they work together, even if Chrissy's husband is a judge of the state court, it will be difficult to deal with.
But now, she's not afraid because she just slept with the president, who even offered to invite her to play bowling together next time.
At this time, Ms. Tracy, who had made her a little afraid before, suddenly became ordinary. Maybe this is the difference.
When she's standing higher, the mountain that used to be insurmountable to her now looks like a bulge on the ground under her feet!
She's not even a mountain, just a bag.
"That's my private life, Tracy, you don't care about my private life, understand?" There was not much anger in her tone, not even in her heart.
As a "successful person", she has a big enough mind at this moment.
Ms. Tracy was very angry with her, "I treat you as a friend, and you said you really want to... I also arranged for you, and now you treat me like this?"
The two are sitting in the corner of the cafe, no one is there at this time, and no one will pay attention to them.
Chrissy looked innocent, "Did I speak ill of you?"
"Or seduce your husband who you don't even know where?"
"No, I didn't do anything, I just did what I felt I should do."
"You don't care about that, you know?"
Ms. Tracey's nose is crooked, she wants to change the method, "You have to think about your family, if these things spread..."
"My husband supports me very much." In one sentence, Ms. Tracy blocked what she had to say.
Ms. Tracey swears she has never seen such a shameless woman in her life, and her husband!
At this point, she also understood that persuasion was no longer practical.
After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I've said everything I need to say, and in the future...let's keep in touch as little as possible."
After she finished speaking, she got up and left.
Meddling in the President's private life is a very dangerous thing, very, very dangerous.
Maybe Chris and her husband see this as a shortcut to a higher social class, but sometimes the point of a shortcut isn't higher, it's hell!
This kind of thing happened not only once or twice in the Federation, but many times.
Ms. Tracy can be said to be born in a political family, and the strong political atmosphere makes her well aware of the consequences of doing so!
Mr. President is promoted by various capitalists and big financial groups. They have invested too much in Mr. President. They will not allow anyone to influence Mr. President's term of office!
Not anyone.
If someone creates this danger, there is only one fate for the person who created it, and that is total, complete, disappearance from this world.
Everything that accompanied him, her, and it disappeared completely!
Without the slightest exception.
But some people want to die, but they can't stop them.
Ms. Tracey left disappointed, she decided not to care about these things anymore.
Chrissy's hand holding the coffee cup trembled a little, and she wasn't as calm as she seemed.
She, her husband, is also experiencing a series of problems.
Her own company is on the verge of collapse due to poor management, and her husband, the state court justice, is gradually losing his power and status for some reason.
The Department of Justice intends to replace him and give him a very expensive job with little power.
This kind of work... actually has no real value and meaning, no power, and no money, and there is no future in life.
Perhaps only shortcuts can be taken to save the family.
She put down the teacup, put down the twenty dollars, then got up to say goodbye, and she left without touching the delicate, very cute looking pastries.
Everything returned to calm, the waiter came over to clear the table, it was a young guy with some freckles on his face, he looked left and right, put four pieces of pastry in his pocket, and then took the empty Plates and coffee mugs, and returned to the counter with twenty dollars.
He's going to take these expensive pastries back for his family to taste.
On the newspaper rack next to the counter he passed by, the crazy side of the exchange was printed impressively, and people were waving their fists excitedly. The core of the whole picture was only the silver billboard and its upward curve!
North, after the bombing ended, the warlords seemed to have been broken, and they began to take the initiative to avoid, which also allowed Blackstone's safe northward team to advance quickly without any obstruction.
In the first week of May, they were less than half a month away from their scheduled location, and they arrived at the scheduled location earlier than they had planned.
People who were still nervous have relaxed their vigilance a little at this time, Ryan holding a gun all day thinking about the big bombing that night.
He has been thinking about a question all this time, what role can personal power play in war?
After witnessing the horrific bombing, his original dream of becoming a hero gradually faded.
Because he found out, he had no chance to do it!
If there are large planes bombing his head, how does he get away with those bombs?
He can't, which means he'll end up as one of those cold numbers, just like the enemies killed in the bombing.
The bombing killed his passion for being a hero, and he became a little dazed.
Several days of garrisoning and patrolling also relieved the tension of the previous period. On this afternoon, several transport vehicles approached from the rear.
They did not stop at the camp and went directly to their intended location.
Looking at those cars, Ryan felt a little strange. He saw a troop carrier full of Nagalils. What did he bring those wildlings here?
Release in nature?
Thinking of this he laughed first, prejudice against Nagalils is always there, and calling them savages is probably a good attitude.
There is even an extreme ideology in the mainstream society of the Federation. This ideology does not regard human beings in extremely backward civilizations such as the Nagalils as human beings!
Yes, they think Nagalils and the like just look like humans, but they are not humans, they are some kind of animal, so they don't need to be given the kind of treatment that humans can have.
Things like humanitarianism, morality or something, don't need it at all.
Ryan's not that extreme~IndoMTL.com~ but he doesn't like the Nagalils either.
In previous reports these men killed many foreign businessmen, among them the Commonwealth.
A fast-moving troop carrier brought people to the edge of a mountain forest, where they disembarked and began to work at the behest of the overseer.
They carried some aluminum foil products into the forest, then searched for some rocks, spread these aluminum foil products on the rocks, and compacted them with the tools they carried.
Looking like this, the stones look like they've turned... silvery white!
At the foot of the mountain, some workers are swaying silver ore everywhere. In addition to the overseers, there are also Blackstone security staff with guns.
If someone tried to do something against the contract, they would shoot in time to stop it.
The whole forest was silent, only some wild animals looked at these humans curiously from a distance, thinking about what these people were doing with their small brains.
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