blackstone code

Chapter 2395

"You look nervous."

Lynch's words stunned the counterfeiter for a moment, and then he forced a smile and spread his hands, "Do I look nervous?"

Lynch nodded, "Your behavior tells me that you are very scared and nervous. You use these methods to cover up these things and at the same time convey some new information."

"For example... you hope to attract my attention and interest, maybe you want to let me know that you are a valuable person?"

"You are trying to protect yourself in this way. You think I will not let you go easily. Your desire to survive is very strong."

The counterfeiter could maintain confidence at the beginning, but after Lynch finished his first sentence, it was difficult for him to maintain that kind of "confidence" and "calmness".

His index finger trembled uncontrollably, which was a manifestation of his nervousness, fear and other negative emotions reaching the extreme.

In fact, many people have such a situation.

For example, when someone is disturbed or even scared, they will want to shit, even if the person doesn't really want to shit.

This is a common psychological and physical performance, and the counterfeiter's performance lies in his uncontrollable fingers.

This is a subconscious habit he developed when he used to like gambling, and it has become an instinct.

In the past, when he gambled heavily, he would distract his attention by tapping the cards with his fingers. Over time, "counting cards" became an uncontrollable "instinct".

Lynch was right, he felt an uncontrollable fear!

He believes that Lynch is excellent, there is no doubt about it, but he can't imagine that Lynch can see through him with just a few simple actions and a conversation with each other at the first meeting.

What kind of... guy is he facing?
Lynch smiled. Observing "customers" is the most basic and must be mastered. Otherwise, how can you take money from the customers' pockets into your own pocket?

Lynch staggered the topic, he continued to eat breakfast, sliced ​​ham.

The little maid was cutting the ham beside him. In fact, Lynch doesn't really like to eat raw ham.

Because he felt that he was born unclean.

The ham that many people see is the kind of ham that has been processed. In the perception of most people, ham should be beautiful and red.

But in fact, the appearance of ham before it is sold is not good at all!
Lynch has been to some ham production places before, because the production process of ham basically cannot guarantee how clean it can be, and those who claim to be dust-free and sterile...

Therefore, before most hams are taken out without trimming, some have not only a layer of mold, but also a large number of maggots.

In short, people who have met once will never think about seeing them a second time!

I don't know when it started, this kind of thing is also called "high-grade food material" and has been sought after by people.

However, the ham that Lynch eats needs to be fried on an iron plate after being cut.

Not only can it let its aroma come out, but it also makes it more reassuring to eat.

"There are more than one billion chips in Slem, and these chips can be used in any occasion."

"Whether it's you having a little something in the diner in the morning or calling a girl in the evening, you can pay with chips."

"Because in the bank, the chip can be opposite to the cash of the same denomination, Federal Sol without loss."

"We expect to issue about [-] million new chips in the middle of this year. Slem's business is too hot, and there are not enough chips."

"Industry committees bring in some mathematicians, you know those people, and they've always been able to use mathematics to solve all the problems they see."

"They told us that within three years at most, Slem's chip usage will reach about 50 billion, and its 'exchange rate' pegs the Federal Sol, so it actually has a certain degree of currency attributes. "

"In my vision..."

Lynch looked at the few slices of ham brought by the little maid, and he smiled and raised his hand to make a negative gesture to the little maid, "Thank you, it's fine, I don't need more ham slices."

This thing... eats too much and gets tired of it.

As he spoke, he turned the topic back, "In my vision, the scale of Slem's economy with chips as the core of the transaction will expand to 200 billion to 300 billion, in the stage of ten to 15 years."

"Its applications will spread from Slem to the entire state, and even other extended financial products will appear."

"I gave it a lot of expectations, expectations."

Lynch lowered his head slightly, put the food into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

He picked up the napkin and wiped the unobtrusive grease on his hands, then straightened up and looked at the counterfeiter, "But you, and your team, almost ruined this."

He shook his head slightly, "What you did almost ruined my plans for Slem and for a long time to come, you know, it makes me very angry."

He paused as he spoke, "Actually, it's not entirely right to say that you are angry, it should be very unhappy."

"It's like when you decorate a beautiful house, and when you think it's so perfect, you find out that a nest of mice has sneaked in."

"They're going to ruin your hard work, you know that feeling?"

The counterfeiter remained silent. To him, Slem's bargaining chip was just a prop, a commodity, that could be cashed out quickly.

The value of its existence is only used as a substitute for currency to play games on the gaming table.

He just wanted to use counterfeiting technology in exchange for some benefits and make some money for himself. He did not expect or imagine Lynch's "ambition".

Now that his approach is related to "tens of billions", his scalp is a little numb, he doesn't know what to say, he thinks... Lynch is so fucking unreasonable!

But no matter what he thought, he couldn't justify himself, he could only bow his head and apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I don't know this..."

Lynch raised his finger and shook his head, "No, it's not that you don't know, you just don't care."

"You think you won't be discovered, so you can make money when you need it, and when you have made enough, you can do what you want to do."

"You won't understand how much damage the appearance of fake chips will bring to the entire economic model of Slem!"

"Businessmen will refuse to use chips because they are afraid of receiving fake chips, and the girls will also refuse to accept fake chips because it may not be cashed, thus wasting their time and energy."

"The whole of Slem, and even the casinos will be concerned about receiving counterfeit chips and start supporting cash bets."

"You almost destroyed these, but luckily..."

Lynch withdrew his hand, picked up a cup of scented tea, blew off the hot air from the noodles, and took a sip, "I caught you."

He put down the cup and looked at the counterfeiters, "I asked them to bring you back. The purpose of wanting to see you is actually very simple."

"I just want to see with my own eyes what the person who almost caused my tens of billions of plans to fail looks like."

"Seeing it now, there's nothing surprising about it."

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "You have three minutes left, Mr. Counterfeiter."

The counterfeiter was stunned for a moment again, he didn't quite understand what Lynch said. After about a few seconds, his pupils changed drastically and suddenly shrank!
His brain was also spinning crazily like a high-speed motor, and the sound of brain spinning was everywhere in his ears!

fast!
say something!
Say something to save yourself!
"I...I'm still worth it!" He looked at Lynch and wanted to stand up, but just as his butt left the chair, he was pushed back by a hand.

"Mr. Lynch, listen to me, I didn't know that what I did would affect your great plan!"

"If I knew I wouldn't have done that!"

"I still have a lot of value, I have a lot of experience in counterfeiting technology, I can fight your competitors for you!"

"By the way, I have met many other people in the Federation who specialize in making counterfeit chips. I can be your technician and fight against them!"

"I heard that there are other people who are also playing the chip idea, I will help you find those fake chips, and then find them..."

3 minutes is very fast, and it will pass if you don't pay attention.

But 3 minutes is also very slow, it has to count from one to 180.

Lynch watched the counterfeiter talk about how useful he was and how much information he had. He even expressed his willingness to be Lynch's dog, but Lynch didn't say anything.

In the little bit of desperation of the counterfeiters, 180 seconds and 3 minutes passed quickly.

Lynch slapped his legs and stood up, "Unfortunately, Mr. Counterfeiter, you failed to impress me."

"Before we see each other again, I have one last piece of advice for you—"

"Don't let greed destroy you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. The counterfeiter panicked. He wanted to chase Lynch, but he was firmly pressed on the chair.

After Lynch left, the counterfeiter put the hood back on and was put into a car.

There was something stuffed in his mouth too, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to yell loudly, but nothing could be done!
The van quickly went from a smooth road to a bumpy road.

When he saw the sun again, he had already appeared by the sea.

This is a beach without a beach, in the wild of Bupain, about [-] kilometers away from the city.

There was a hut on a cliff, and he was thrown into a petrol drum.

He tried to struggle, but to no avail.

A small mixer was pushed in front of him, and slimy cement flowed from the mixer into a petrol can.

"Do you know what a big fish I caught this weekend?"

Several people around were even in the mood to chat about fishing, and the counterfeiters were desperate.

He thought he could survive, but obviously he couldn't!

The cement has already passed his chest, the more he struggles, the harder it is to struggle!

The cement slowly reached his neck, and even reached his mouth!
Obviously his breathing was not blocked yet, but that strong sense of suffocation surrounded him tightly at this moment!
(End of this chapter)