Blackstone Code

"...At that time we were very close to the migrating cattle, and the grass on the grassland was also very high. We didn't know that the danger was already lurking around us..."

In a spacious and bright room, the gentlemen and ladies of the upper class gathered together. They sat or stood, each of them was well-groomed, graceful and luxurious, and listened carefully to the legendary stories that Lynch said.

Their attention was highly concentrated, because what Lynch said was something he had personally experienced, and at the same time, everyone had never experienced it. It is precisely because they have not experienced it that they are attractive.

When he talked about the dangers of hunting leopards, everyone held their breath, and some women pressed their chests uncomfortably, which is enough to prove how thrilling this story is!

Lynch stood in the center of people's eyes, holding a wine glass, his pomaded back hair and slightly old-fashioned clothing supported a different kind of calmness, a kind of stability beyond his age.

He nodded slightly, slightly raised his hand holding the wine glass, "At this moment, a leopard lion suddenly jumped out of the grass on my left side, it regarded me as its prey, and it planned to hunt me! "

The women exclaimed, and the men took a sip of wine to ease their nerves from the story.

"The huge mouth that seems to be able to swallow my head in one bite, and some yellow teeth, and the stench, at that moment I thought of death!"

There was no sound in the room, only the aftertaste of the last syllable of Lynch's words, he looked around, "Yes, I thought of death for the first time, before that, I always thought that death was something that old people and unlucky people should think about , I'm young, I shouldn't be thinking about it, but at that moment, I felt it."

"The preciousness of life, and my awe and fear of death."

Everyone's mind was swaying with his words, he paused for a moment, giving everyone a full feeling of the heavy time behind these words.

Life has always been a serious topic, and he fits this topic very well, and it is something he has personally experienced.

After a while, some smiles appeared on his serious face, "I want to thank God for not giving up on me, even though I stepped on a foreign land, I survived, and I bent down in time..."

He made a move similar to dodging. In fact, it is very impolite and indecent to do this kind of action on this occasion. Everyone is a gentleman and a lady in the upper class, but at this time, no one will accuse Lynch of doing it inappropriately. , they instead want to be able to do something more.

"The leopard can jump very high, about three meters, or four meters?" He shook his head, "I don't know, anyway, it rushed over and wanted to turn me into food in his stomach, it's just annoying Sadly I wasn't going to do that yet, I dodged the fatal bite and it swooped right over my head, I could feel the friction between its fur and my skin on my neck !"

"I was lucky to survive, and this also gave me the opportunity to stand here and tell you everything I saw on that land."

"You are so lucky, Mr. Lynch, these stories make me very excited and nervous." A young lady couldn't help but interjected, Lynch's eyes were on her heaving and choppy chest After staying for a while, it could be seen that the lady was really nervous.

Language is a fucking magical thing.

"Ma'am!" Lynch emphasized with a smile, "This is not a story, ma'am, this is what I have experienced, without any adulteration, God can testify for me!"

The young lady's already smoky red face became even redder, she lowered her head slightly, "Sorry, I used a wrong word, Mr. Lynch, you are the real adventurer!"

Lynch smiled and pointed at her, "Adventurer, I like this word!"

He said and looked at the others, "In fact, each of us is an adventurer. My journey in Nagalil was an adventure, but in fact, the life of each of us is also an adventure, and our country is also an adventure." It's an adventure."

"I call all explorations of the unknown an adventure. Life, work, and even our development of international relations under the leadership of Mr. President are also adventures. Each of us is an adventurer!"

This sentence resonated with many people. A gentleman stood up, holding up the wine glass in his hand, "Let's drink to the adventurer and Mr. Lynch!"

Lin Qi's arms, mellow wine, and flowery smile, Lynch is very used to everything here. After he returned to the Federation, he used his influence before leaving and his adventures to give speeches everywhere. Also participated in the recording of many programs.

People's curiosity about the outside world is fully reflected in this matter. In fact, most people know the adventure stories Lynch told, but as long as Lynch appears, people are still willing to listen to him again, which makes Lynch Influence is also expanding rapidly.

At least everyone knows everything about the adventurer Lynch and Nagalil, and these are all part of Lynch's plan.

After more than two hours of communication, people left satisfied with their harvest. Lynch also received some small notes. Some ladies hoped to discuss a big business with him, and discuss some more private adventure stories by the way. Like spelunking or something.

Of course, Lynch refused. He is a good young man who keeps himself clean.

After almost all the guests were sent away, there was another guest in the room. Lynch looked at him, and he also looked at Lynch.

After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the guest nodded and praised, "Great story, you made it up yourself?"

Faced with the question, Lynch didn't panic at all. He shook his head, "No, these are all my real experiences."

The guest shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't believe it..." He looked at the staff outside the door and suggested, "Find a place for a drink?"

This place is a hall of the Bupain Hotel used to hold various meetings or events, which Lynch specially rented to promote his adventure stories.

Everything needs packaging and publicity, and he knows that very well.

Now the story is over, the hotel staff are waiting to clean up here, they will not rush Lynch, but Lynch has to be conscious.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, Lynch nodded, "Of course, Mr. Truman!"

That's right, the last guest is Truman, the chief executive of the Office of International Affairs/Policy Research. It is said that he may formally join the cabinet next, instead of serving as the chief executive of an office in the presidential palace.

Some of his views on foreign affairs and international policy changes in the recent period are very forward-looking and accurate as always.

He also recently made a statement that made some people uncomfortable-the supremacy of the national interest.

In fact, this kind of argument has existed for a long time, and capitalists have long begun to abide by this set, but he has processed this set of things and applied it to international policies, using very sharp language and means to let people understand that in the international community Warmth, morality and so on are useless at all.

The president seems to appreciate this, but some people think it's a little... not sure.

After Lynch came back these days, he frantically publicized his set of experiences. It seemed that they were indeed some personal legends or the like, but Truman had already smelled something different.

The two changed their clothes, found an ordinary bar, and sat down at a side seat where no one would bother them.

After ordering two glasses of wine and some small meals to go with the wine, Truman asked a question, "What are you going to do?"

He believes that Lynch's frequent participation in such salons and TV shows is definitely not without purpose. He has studied this young man. In fact, everything this young man does is very purposeful. There are these things nowadays.

Lynch's gaze was locked on the wine glass in his hand, and he shook the glass. The amber wine in the glass showed a slightly blue color under the changed light, and it also swayed back and forth with the shaking of the glass. .

The aroma of the wine overflowing from the mouth of the cup made one couldn't help but want to taste it, but Lynch didn't do that, he just watched, he was thinking.

After about ten or twenty seconds, he moved his eyes from the wine glass to Mr. Truman, and met his gaze, "Do you know gold diggers?"

This somewhat abrupt question made Truman stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly, and immediately realized what Lynch wanted to express, "You want to turn Nagalil into the west?"

Both of them spoke expressions of interrogative sentences, but their tone was so affirmative that these two sentences became affirmative sentences.

Lynch picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He put down the wine glass and slowly swallowed the alcoholic drink in his mouth. He looked directly at Mr. Truman, "Gold is everywhere!"

"Whether it is material or non-material, there is gold everywhere, and we can pick up money as long as we bend down. This reminds me of what people call the best era, the era not long ago."

Truman didn't answer, just continued to look at him, he didn't believe that the young man's purpose was so simple.

A smile appeared on Lynch's face, "But we have many opponents. I am not afraid of these people. I am even sure enough to defeat them, but it will take a lot of time."

"Mr. Truman, the speed of progress in this era is too fast. I don't have so much time to complete these things bit by bit. I need help, and I need reliable people to help me!"

Mr. Truman frowned and spit out a word - "gold digger"

He roughly understood Lynch's thoughts, but he felt a little ridiculous and funny, "Are you so confident?"

"When you hesitate, you have actually bowed to fate!" Lynch said something unexpected to Truman.