Blackstone Code Chapter 1250: I’m so sorry!

Lynch was on the phone in a room across the road when several cars were parked downstairs in the little earl's finance company.

He stood by the window, the window was closed, Gevra was not comfortable at all in winter, and the thick clothes could not stop the intrusion of the wet and cold air, as if in this weather, the clothes had lost it. usefulness.

There is heating in the room, but even so, the fireplace is on fire.

The speed of the weather cooling down is a bit fast, and when people think it should be autumn, the temperature has entered the cold winter season.

Beautiful lace curtains hung on both sides, he turned slightly sideways, holding a telephone receiver in one hand, a cigarette in his mouth, and a lighter in the other.

With the sound of "ding--", the cigarette was lit, he took a deep breath, and the thick smoke was drawn into the lungs and spread, and every corner was covered by smoke.

At this moment, the nicotine is fully in contact with the alveoli, and a large amount of nicotine quickly enters the brain with the blood, stimulating the secretion of dopamine.

The whole person's emotions seemed to relax in an instant.

The phone was connected at this very moment.

"You had a good time at Gavra?", Mr. Trueman's voice was a little nostalgic.

It is not the communication with Mr. Trueman that is missed, but the tone of voice the Commonwealth speaks.

The tone of voice of the Gafra people is really unpleasant, and the arrogance that comes from nowhere makes them unpleasant.

Lynch said with a smile, "The phone line is kept secret, Gafra has cooled down very quickly these days, is the same with the Federation?"

"Yes, the weather forecast says it will start snowing tomorrow or the day after, and this winter will be much earlier than usual."

"Some experts and scholars believe that the ice age is coming. Yesterday, there was a madman who gave a speech in Bupen, claiming that at the end of this ice age, the number of human beings will be less than % of what they are now. One, and all civilizations will be destroyed..."

Federal people have a very magical "physique", they believe in the existence of gods, believe in the existence of aliens, and believe that the star politicians and capitalists of the upper class are all impersonated by aliens.

They believe in many things without evidence, and naturally believe that the end of the world is coming.

Mr. Truman's tone became a little more serious. "There was a little trouble today. Many supermarkets and agricultural warehouses in the northern region were looted."

"A lot of food and winter supplies have become the main targets of looting."

"Especially now that it's so cold in the north that it's difficult for trains to travel, and I suspect the problem will get worse after December."

He used the word grim, which people don't normally use grim, it means some kind of bottom line, a limit state.

Once this limit state cannot be maintained, it will be completely over.

This is a front to defend!

Lynch expected, but did not expect it to be so serious, "Is it a spontaneous behavior or an organized behavior?"

"Spontaneously...a lot of people in the north have been frozen to death. Some homeless people and families lacking winter supplies are the main force. There is no conspiracy."

As soon as Lynch asked this question, Mr. Trueman knew what Lynch was thinking, and immediately gave him a fairly decent answer.

His answer made Lynch a little relieved. If someone organizes renhuo in the face of such a natural disaster, it will not be a good thing for the entire federation.

"If it really doesn't work, then raise the alarm. Once there is chaos, many things cannot be implemented."

After saying this, he paused for a few seconds, "My food and winter supplies will be delivered to China soon, and some problems should be solved by then."

"It's better to make some policies to let the homeless and the like go to the south as much as possible. I hope this year will not be too cold."

At Lynch's request, many areas of Nagalil have begun to grow grain, with free seeds from the Commonwealth, and specialized agricultural experts to help them.

As long as you are not a fool and are willing to work, you can basically gain something.

Asir has made a lot of land, and with a good harvest, he will be a role model, a leading force, allowing more of the local elite of Nagalil to become farmers.

Actually, the Nagalils are not short of smart people, nor are they short of practitioners, but the environment in the past made it impossible for people to change their lives and the surrounding environment through their own efforts.

Now the Commonwealth is here, not only has it not brought destruction, but has made Nagalil better and better.

Some people think that the Nagalils must have been abused, that they must have worked like slaves under the management of the Commonwealth.

But it's not. They don't know Nagalil's past, and naturally they don't understand how happy the Nagalil people are now.

After the domestic chat, Mr. Trueman began to chat about Lynch's actions in Gafra.

This is what Lynch wants to come. Of course, Mr. Trueman also hopes that he can come. No one will think it is unnecessary to add trouble to his opponent.

“How are your thoughts going these days?”

he asked.

"It's okay!", Lynch took a puff of cigarette, and suddenly there was some thick smoke from the window on the second floor of the financial company opposite him, and there was a car accident on the street corner, and two cars collided together. , and soon burst into flames.

He glanced at the cigarette **** in his hand, took another sip, then snuffed it out in the ashtray, turned and walked back to the sofa to sit down

"It is inevitable for Gafra to change the system. Now almost everyone is standing opposite their emperor, and the royal family has no chance of winning."

"I'm here just hoping to make this process a little longer, so that the royal family can see some hope, and then have a good fight with the nobles."

"No matter what the process is, the end result will not change."

Mr. Truman was a little disappointed after hearing this, "So, we're going to face a brand new Gavra soon?"

"Yes, it will be more energetic, more driven, younger and of course more stable than before, stability is the most important thing!"

Mr. Truman seemed to have thought of something and asked casually, "Will we encounter such a problem in the future?"

This problem has been hidden in his heart for a long time. He feels that there is a big problem with the current federal system.

It seems that everything in the world is in the service of capitalism and capitalists, from a congressman showing up on a construction site in a tie and shiny leather shoes, to someone like the President.

In fact, they are all spokespersons for capital, and they need to speak up for the capital behind them. No one can change this fact.

Even if someone doesn't cooperate, it can be replaced in four years, at most eight years. If it is a low-level politician, it can be replaced every two years. This also forces everyone to bow to capital.

This is very wrong. There are problems with such a system, but there is no way to say what is wrong. Everything is beautifully disguised!

Lynch chuckled a few times, "This is impossible. The current system of the Federation meets the needs of all classes to the greatest extent possible."

"We are too free, nothing can restrain us, if we blindly increase the rules, it will create some unnecessary problems..."

While speaking, there was a sudden explosion, and Mr. Truman on the other end of the phone was a little worried, "I think I heard something explode, is that an explosion?"

Lynch picked up the phone and walked to the window again, and nodded towards the window on the opposite second floor, which was spraying with flames. In fact, it didn't matter whether he nodded or not, Mr. Trueman, because he couldn't see at all.

"Yes, there's a good show going on..."

Mr. Truman heard the meaning, he said with a smile, "Then I won't disturb your Yaxing, we will meet again when you have time..."

A fire truck on the street, never coming in, is dousing the flames of the two vehicles involved in the crash.

The fire over there will not be extinguished, and unless the wreckage is cleaned up, there will be no way in.

The fire has been burning, and some people rushed out of the house in embarrassment, with some terrified expressions on their faces.

There are also people with excited expressions on their faces. Violence and destruction are always things that people can't unload from their bones.

When the fire truck arrived, the fire was almost dead. Lynch looked at the fire with a satisfied smile.

In order to make the fire more violent and bigger, he also put a lot of thought into it.

A little later, the TV station of the Imperial Capital reported the news that a finance company was accidentally set on fire for some reason ~IndoMTL.com~ and everything was burned clean.

The host of the TV station also reminded the ordinary people to pay attention to fire prevention as much as possible when they need to use heating and fireplaces.

Every winter is the high season for fires in the second half of the year. The Gafra people like to have less fireplaces. Whether it is a poor family or a wealthy family, as long as the conditions of the home allow, they will burn!

This has also led to fires in many homes during the winter.

The host deliberately concealed the truth behind the fire, which it believed, not only believed, but Lynch himself asked to do so.

Without fire and burning, revenge always seems to be missing something, and if Kipling knew what Lynch was thinking, he would have been applauded for his idea.

The little earl was crying in the villa of Duke Phillips at this time, crying that he had just withdrawn 10 million francs of cash from the bank, and it was burned before he could take it away.

More importantly, he lost a lot of ledgers, with a total price of tens of millions!

"I agree to your mediation and I am willing to settle with the other party, but look at what they have done!"

"They beat up my employees and servants, then burned down my property and burned tens of millions to ashes!"

"Your Excellency, I respect you, but if this is the price of my respect for you..."

His lips moved, but he didn't continue.

The Duke held his forehead, frowning, and a look of disgust on his face.

"Do you... have any evidence to support what you said?"

The little earl said aggrievedly, "The money I just withdrawn, you can ask the people from the Royal Bank!"