blackstone code

Chapter 1761 Leaks
At midnight, at [-]:[-], the last employee finished processing the documents in his hands, put them in a drawer, checked the windows, turned off the lights, and left the office.

This is a text file processing office. Some people call it the "Graffiti Office", while others call it the "Smash Room".

The latter title sounds a bit scary!

Its work is actually not scary at all, and it can even feel a little boring!

Every day the federal government processes a lot of documents, some of which belong to confidential machines.

There are five levels of federal secrecy. At the lowest level, most government officials can apply for reading, and there will be a rough list here.

For example, when people look up certain cases and certain events, a confidential document number will be mentioned in it, and they can just apply to read this numbered document.

At the penultimate level, there will be a declassification list, and only those on this list can apply to read the documents.

If it is not in this list, the administrator will refuse to borrow it with the reason of "sorry sir, your level is not enough".

After reaching the third level, the contents of the confidential documents will change dramatically.

Some of the key words will be smeared out, and even if someone can get the number of this document from some insider, they can still pass the application.

They also couldn't read everything, most of it was blacked out, leaving only a few simple ones that were allowed to be known.

At the fourth level, the confidential documents will be sent to the federation's largest archive in a secret base after being blacked out.

In the upper left corner of their file bags, in addition to the confidentiality level and file number, there is also a confidentiality start time and end time.

Generally, it is from ten to 100 years, but the "lifting of the ban" here does not mean that everyone can read this document after the time is up.

It also needs someone to know its serial number before it can be applied for, and it can only be read after being approved.

Most of the time, the so-called "lifting the ban" here refers to the serving federal president, minister of defense, and military generals!
Instead of something... ordinary people!

This level is often referred to as "top secret"!
But in fact, there is another level of secrecy above this. It is not known to many people, and many documents are not even kept sealed.

Instead, after using it, it will be shredded directly, and there will not even be a record on the document such as "so and so sent the document of so and so to the office".

It's like they never existed, except for the person who saw it!
And the staff will fill the paper with a lot of irrelevant content and send it into the shredder together with the original, and then it will be incinerated and landfilled by a special person.

There are many similar institutions in the Federation. This is the secret office of the Presidential Palace, which handles documents that need to be kept secret every day.

Before the staff left, they also brought out the shredder files processed today.

A pile of shredded paper was wrapped in a flexible metal mesh with the latest explosion-proof locks.

The lock has no key, and it goes to the incinerator with the wire mesh and all the scraps of paper, and when it's burnt, the lock and everything else are put in a small box for burial.

Each lock has a code, and by tracing such a coded lock, the person who specifically handled the file can be traced——

If a leak occurs, just find the number and compare it with the registration form of the confidentiality office to know who handled it, and then try to find the reason for the leak.

It was already midnight, but the presidential palace was still brightly lit, and there were still many people working.

In fact, the presidential palace is not so busy at ordinary times, only during the war, it will appear so lively!

The secrecy officer passed through security and left the office, before he dropped the metal mesh bag into a car inside the presidential palace.

The incinerator is not here, it used to be.

The incinerator emits black smoke and poses a fire risk, and was later moved to another nearby location, about 10 minutes away.

The file bag was thrown on the car, the staff knocked on the window, and the sleeping driver woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed his hair, glanced at his watch, and then saw the staff outside the car door.

As a daily routine, he started the car, checked in with the doorman, and drove away.

He must arrive at the place where the incinerator is located within the specified time, and the security agency is responsible for supervising the whole process.

The route was about 13 minutes long, and if he didn't arrive for more than 15 minutes, a security investigation would be initiated.

This is an institutional statement. In fact, no one has seriously dealt with these tasks for a long time.

The Federation has always been so quiet and peaceful, and there have been no tense wars.

Political struggles don’t use these, and since there have been no problems for decades, and no one is interested in a bag of waste paper, everyone has become a little numb.

Today's driver looks a little nervous.

It could also be that the heater in the car is turned on too much.

He has been sweating since he woke up.

Taking advantage of the red light, he took out a small bottle of wine from the toolbox of the co-pilot, and took two sips with his head raised.

He came to the place as agreed, registered, signed, and drove the car into the parking lot.

He took out a metal mesh bag from the carriage, registered it, and handed it to the staff.

Then it was thrown directly into the incinerator. When the staff next to it turned the gas valve, the flame exploded in an instant, and even rushed out of the incinerator!
When he first started working, he was taken aback by these people, but now he is used to it.

The flames shoot out from the narrow aperture, making people feel a bit of warmth in the cold spring.

Soon, in no more than 20 seconds, the staff closed the valve, poked it with tongs to ensure that there were no surviving pieces of paper, and then took out the iron mesh bag.

It was still in good condition, only reddened by the heat, and so was the lock.

After confirming that there was nothing inside and that there was nothing left in the incinerator, they signed again.

The lock and wire mesh bag were packed into a small box and it would be "buried".

This is also stated in the system. The previous processing method...was relatively simple, and now it will be placed in a reliable and safe place instead of buried in the ground.

After the driver finished signing, he drove his working vehicle and left. He can just drive directly to the presidential palace tomorrow morning.

The car was parked in his garage, and he went back to bed.

The wife woke up from her sleep, muttered a few words, and then snored slightly when she turned around.

He lay on the bed, his eyes wide open.

He can't sleep.

Some nervous, some excited, some anxious.

At three o'clock in the evening, a dark figure appeared in the garage. He opened the door of the carriage, groped inside for a while, and found a wire bag.

Soon, he disappeared into the darkness.

Early the next morning, the driver got up very early, and his wife was a little surprised when he arrived early.

The man came back very late every day during this period, and he always slept until after nine o'clock in the morning before getting up.

His work is very leisurely, basically there is no work to do in the morning, he can go to work a little later.

But his wife didn't ask anything, because she knew that no matter what she asked, her husband would respond by saying "shut up, this is a fucking state secret, you shouldn't know"!

Their relationship wasn't great, like most middle-aged couples.

Sex, attitude towards life, exhaustion, all kinds of situations made them not love each other as passionately as when they were young.

The man returned to the garage after breakfast. He glanced into the carriage, heaved a sigh of relief, and became much more relaxed.

He likes to play cards.

This may be the common hobby of most people who work more leisurely, and they always have to find something to pass the time.

At first he played with people he knew, like colleagues.

But soon he became dissatisfied with trivial wins and losses, and he wanted to play big.

Those of his colleagues were not very interested in his proposal, and he found a place by himself and played big.

Anyone who gambles should be able to feel the thrill of the heartbeat that goes from being for entertainment, to winning or losing, and finally just for the moment before the winner is announced!

Gambling is like eating contraband. The contraband hurts the body. Gambling hurts money, but sometimes it can hurt the body, or even kill.

His luck was not very good, and he lost a lot of money during this period, but everyone saw that he had a stable job and his salary was not low, so they were willing to continue playing with him.

I owe it first, but I have to calculate the interest!
There are many people who do financial business in casinos. He owes about 5 yuan in principal, and the principal will generate a sum of interest every day.

And this interest will be rolled into the principal and enter the next cycle.

He didn't know exactly how much he owed, he remembered it was [-], but those people told him that he owed almost [-], when he wanted to borrow money once!
This amount of money made him panic, because he found that he didn't seem to pay the amount!

What's more terrible is that if his colleagues find out, he may lose his job!
Because there is this article in the disciplinary manual, which prohibits staff from participating in various forms of gambling games, just to prevent them from being used by people.

Just when he didn't know what to do, someone suddenly offered to help him pay back the money.

But every once in a while, he has to hand them some shredded files that need to be differentiated.

He once thought about reporting this matter, but in the end he didn't do that.

He knew very well that even if he wasn't fired temporarily, he would be fired eventually.

He can get in touch with this kind of person, which means that he himself has become insecure.

An insecure person, he should not be put on important work!

After thinking about it, thinking about it, he still agreed to the other party's request...

(End of this chapter)