Blackstone Code Chapter 634: This wine is not serious


"This is the best bar around here..." Lynch walked to the bar first, ordered a drink, then turned to look at Mr. Trueman, "If you just want a drink! "

A **** like this that can be opened near a high-end community has a deep background behind it, otherwise the club will not be able to open just by the police.

After all, it is illegal to be recruited in the federal government, and strip clubs are the hardest hit areas - all kinds of girls show the beauty of the human body, and there will always be people who can't help it. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.

With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the owner behind this club must not just want to start a club for ordinary people.

What kind of people will bring about what kind of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend ten yuan or twenty yuan to have fun, but this amount of money has not been seen by the club's operators from the beginning. inside.

He is looking at more upscale customers, the kind who can spend three to five hundred or even three to five thousand every time they come here, which also makes everything here very high-end, and only this way To attract those real high-end customers.

The elegant room with a peculiar scent, the dimly lit lights and the masked girls on the stage all give a "money is so **** good" feeling.

Mr. Trueman smiled, shook his head and walked to the edge of the bar to order a glass of wine.

After two sips of wine, Mr. Trueman's face clearly showed some thoughts.

Sometimes Lynch wondered if there was something special about the physique of the Commonwealth, for example, just one or two sips of alcoholic beverages could make their state change quickly.

They asked for two bottles of wine and went to a corner booth and sat down.

"I'm in a bad mood." Mr. Trueman took another sip to himself, a look of pain on his face. What he wanted was spirits, even with ice cubes to ease the spirits in the mouth. It's so hot, it's really uncomfortable to drink such a big sip in one breath.

He then slowly exhaled a breath of alcohol, "I was suspended from work..."

Lynch was just about to take a sip when his hand stopped in midair with the cup in his hand, "Is it temporary?"

Mr. Truman nodded, "temporarily, there are other troubles besides these, the Security Committee will re-evaluate me, and the internal affairs department has also begun to investigate me, you know, these Everything is together."

He couldn't help but take another sip, then slammed the table hard!

The voice was loud, and with a bang, not many people in the club looked over here. An employee who was in charge of maintenance was just about to approach when he was blocked by a man in black.

The man in black opened his neckline, revealing the weapon and license plate inside, and the staff of the club left here wisely.

Mr. Truman in the booth looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium from making small and medium-sized contracts, in exchange for being reported by his real name.

A third-rate businessman whom he never knew and had no dealings with brought some materials to report him on suspicion of duty crimes, abuse of power and other miscellaneous charges.

In fact, everyone knows that this is the big consortium's revenge against him, or some kind of hidden warning, but the process still has to go.

Just because everyone knows it well, we can't go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and regulations.

He has been temporarily suspended from all work at hand and will not be able to resume work until the investigation is over. As for how long this will take, it will obviously not be too soon.

It takes time to verify a single report. Suppose it takes a week to report a dozen non-existent crimes that can stop him for several months.

Unfortunately, not only did he have no means of counterattacking against these counterattacks, he couldn't even find a way to defend himself, so he could only be sullen.

What makes him even more angry is that Mr. President is too weak in the face of this issue, he even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman, let him not be too specific to those big financial groups.

In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this is very clear to Mr. Truman. The general election is coming soon. These people hold a lot of votes. At this critical moment, no one's favor is more important than the general election.

Only after the results of the general election have been stabilized to ensure that nothing goes wrong, other issues can be discussed next.

Emotionally speaking, Mr. Trueman had a hard time accepting this, even though he knew it well.

"The only thing that is fortunate now is that I am the 'only', they can't live without me, I know very well that this time is just their reminder that these female cousins ​​raised it!"

Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't respond well when he drank it. It was amazing that Mr. Truman and other federal people could quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine.

His mind flickered on the question before returning to the topic, "There's a saying, 'If you destroy the capitalist's way of making huge profits, you kill his whole family, unforgivable hatred'."

"The current situation is like this. The capitalists are always pursuing interests. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you are not 'hard' enough. In fact, their methods are quite mild, they are just harassing you."

Lynch is telling the truth. Compared with the more extreme methods, the big consortium's approach this time is quite mild. In fact, this is also related to the upcoming election.

No one thinks that Mr. President will have an opponent. As Mr. President's most important staff and important government staff, doing too much will make Mr. President dissatisfied.

Truman is also his subordinate, and if he does it, he will not give him face.

Compared to Mr. Truman's "naivety", the current Mr. President is the real representative of the untouchables.

He's tepid, you never know if he's a shrunken tortoise or a viper locked up ready to attack, the latter is more likely.

He won't show overly obvious love and hate directly, but if he is given a chance, he may hurt people.

That's why the real-name report of a small person this time is just a report.

"I know!" Mr. Trueman nodded, "I know you're telling the truth, you're not like those people, Lynch, that's why I'm looking for you for a drink, not for others."

"To be honest, I'm so disappointed in everyone, so disappointing."

"Whether it's the cabinet or the capitalists, it's disappointing. Everyone seems to be unable to see those social problems. It's fine if they can't see it themselves, and they don't allow others to see it. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be like this."

"From top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"

He finished a tall glass of spirits with a glass in his hand, and then poured himself another glass, and his face started to turn red, apparently drinking.

Looking at him, Lynch couldn't help but sigh, this is someone from the military, and the values ​​are very complete. If Mr. Truman is not a "player" from the military, his values ​​may be more biased For traditional politicians or capitalists, only interests are in their eyes.

Only in a relatively closed environment and maintaining a kind of enthusiasm can he be who he is now.

Lynch nodded slightly, "This is the value of each of us, Truman, each of us hopes that the world will become the most beautiful in our eyes, and we will continue to work hard for this goal." /

"Some people think they are rich and the world is a better place, so they try to make money."

"Actually we are the same, we all feel that only we are right, so we are also working towards this."

"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one is necessarily right, don't you think?"

Mr. Truman poured himself another sip. He looked up at Lynch with some red blood in his eyes, "So what do you think a beautiful world looks like?"

"Me?", Lynch was a little surprised, he sighed, "Everyone has a job of their own, life is easy, the relationship between family members is harmonious, all walks of life are developing in an orderly manner, the country Strong and prosperous, the nation is prosperous and strong, whether it is political, military, economic, cultural, it is very developed..."

"Of course, if I can have a little more money and a little more social status than other people, that's my ideal world."

He sighed with emotion, then looked at Mr. Trueman, who was distracted.

About a few seconds later, the latter suddenly came back to his senses and patted the table with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."

"I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head and denied his assessment of himself.

"No... that's right, you're a different capitalist. This is the first time I've heard someone have such an idea that the country is strong and the nation is... rich and strong?"

He took a long sigh of relief and took another sip, "I really hope your dreams can come true, Lynch, you are really different from others."

"Should I be happy that I'm different from others?"

"Of course!"

The content of the next two people's chat has deviated from serious topics, and they have also moved from the deck to the periphery of a striptease stage. After all, Lynch has exchanged so much change that it has to be spent.

This **** is very good at running it, they know when they come in that every dancer here has a formal job outside ~IndoMTL.com~ Some are even college students.

They wore masks, simple clothes, and some bedding and introductions. It was obviously a very vulgar place, and suddenly the style came up.

In the process of venting emotions, I also encountered an interesting thing. It may be that the dancer saw a stack of bills in Mr. Truman's pocket and took the initiative to invite him to the stage.

This is also a small game that often appears during the performance. Mr. Truman drank a lot, and with the catharsis of his emotions, he has long lost his usual calm appearance.

The girl kept dancing around him with some special dance moves, while he was holding a stack of banknotes in one hand, while the other hand kept drawing out the top banknotes!

The banknotes that flew out one after another kept rolling and falling in the sealed, windless space, and the atmosphere soon reached its peak.

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