blackstone code

This world is really bad!

But people are still trying to live...

Lynch comforted Vera and told her to relax and everything would be fine...

Everything will be fine, a favorite saying of the Federation.

When they face difficulties in their lives, they encourage each other and everything will be alright.

When they encounter unfair treatment, they will also tell themselves that everything will be fine.

No matter what bad things happen, it is only temporary because everything will be fine.

In 1000 million years, everything will indeed be fine.

Vera quickly adjusted her mood and told Lynch that she had also been assigned some tasks, such as coordinating the allocation of some supplies.

Vera currently serves as a director of the Federal Reserve Bank, an advisor to the Federal Reserve Board, and a vice president of Blackstone Bank. She has many resources in society.

Before the news of the end of the world has spread to the world, the mobilization of some personnel and materials needs to be relatively careful.

This is also a plan developed to speed up the entire plan. The cooperation of more people is needed to speed up the implementation of the entire plan.

Lynch asked her to continue completing her work and to meet the emergency committee's requirements as much as possible.

However, some unreasonable requests can also be rejected.

Unlike those other guys who needed a "ticket" to enter the shelter, Lynch would directly give her a place to enter the shelter.

Speaking of which, Lynch is also asking the Flight Research Institute to research a "swipe card reader" to prepare for the next shelter society more conveniently and quickly.

The dematerialization of currency is also a trend, and chips will become an important part of the shelter order, as well as wired networks and wireless networks.

These things have been arranged for the Flight Research Institute to study. This research project is of great weight. Even the development of cordless phones has been completely stopped. More than ten research centers and laboratories are completely twisted into one.

In Lynch's design, everyone in the future shelter will have a chip that stays with them from birth.

This chip is equivalent to "legal identity". Anyone without a chip is a blackmailer and will be expelled.

The chip will record the personal information of each shelter resident, as well as their currency and mission information.

The shelter will enter an efficient electronic era, with no fraud or nonsense, and events and information can be traced.

Informatization is very important for the management of shelters. It can be said to be the core of the core, second only to the energy supply link.

Lynch still has no plans to hold a grand birthday party for this year's birthday. Firstly, he is already past the age of excitement.

Secondly, the end of the world is coming, and he is not in the mood to do this.

Amid congratulations from several people, Lynch celebrated his 36th birthday.

Of course, there will be a birthday program on his birthday. Although he doesn't make a big deal about it, there are still things that should be there, although it may not be a comfortable thing for him.

After relying on the newly developed special medicine to deal with several women, Lynch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He has maintained good exercise habits over the years, otherwise even if the little brother could persist, his body would not be able to.

The sweaty feeling was actually not good at all, but thankfully it was over.

The day after Lynch's birthday, Connor invited him to be a guest. The reason was to celebrate his birthday, even though his birthday had already passed, and to discuss some things at the same time.

Lynch's car arrived at the Presidential Palace at around 40:[-] in the evening, which is also the time before most federal families start dinner.

Whether it is the federal president or the working class people who are on their way home or have already arrived home, they have already begun to prepare for dinner.

Connor's wife and his daughter were busy in the kitchen, while Connor and Lynch walked to the side hall and sat down near the window.

Connor poured him a glass of wine, which was not high in alcohol, slightly sweet and slightly sour, like an aperitif.

"They asked me a question two days ago..." Connor shook the cup, looking a little distracted as the liquid slowly slid down and was covered again on the cup wall.

"They asked me whether I should leave with the Holy Peace Society or stay in the Federation."

"I don't know how to answer that, Lynch."

He looked up at Lin Qi, his eyes a little confused. Lin Qi did not shake his hand this time because doing so would be a bit disgusting.

Connor didn't say who "they" were, but Lynch could roughly guess.

Most of the politicians in the federation are indeed... masters of money and power transactions, but there will always be some politicians with pure ideas.

Like Catherine and Lynch said, there are senators who want to stay, stay in the Union.

They don't think that they can change anything by staying. They just want to stabilize the social order in the apocalypse for a longer period of time because they stay.

These people have found Connor in the past few days and expressed to him that they hope he can stay.

His fate is closely linked to the fate of the Federation and the fate of the people of the Federation!
Connor is a little confused now. He doesn't know whether he should leave or stay.

"I hope I can be a great president, but I'm a little scared."

"None of us know what will happen in the future, but I'm just scared." "Maybe you can give me some advice?"

Lynch took another sip of the wine. It didn't taste very good at first. After all, the slightly sweet and sour taste is difficult for middle-aged people to like.

But after thinking about it carefully, it gradually became indescribably refreshing, so I took another sip.

"Did they promise you any conditions?"

Connor nodded, "They said they would cancel the subsequent election and I would become the last president of the Federation."

When Lynch heard this, he understood clearly in his heart. The thing that made Connor hesitate must be that they gave Connor an offer that was difficult to refuse.

The title and status of the last president of the Confederacy in history makes it really difficult to make a choice!

If nothing else happens, he can still serve as president for more than ten years, but the price is to stay.

Lynch pursed his lips, "What are your thoughts?"

"Stay, or leave?"

Connor glanced at his wife and children, "I want them to be safer, Lynch."

"I'm already old. I'm in my 50s and almost 60 years old. Do you know what it means in ten years?"

"It means I may be 70 years old. For me at that time, it doesn't matter where I live."

"It doesn't matter whether it's on the Nagaril side or the Federation side, because I could die at any time, of old age, or of a disease."

"I don't have much time left to live, but they are different. They still have a lot of time waiting for them."

"It's hard for me to imagine the pain that separation brings to us. I don't want to be separated, and I don't want them to stay."

Connor is also very concerned about the various plans and progress of shelters. He also knows that Congress has basically decided to build at least a dozen large shelters around active volcanoes.

With so many people crowded around an active volcano, once geological changes or movements occur, everyone will become charred in an instant.

There is no place to even escape!
And he privately asked some geological experts that this situation is possible.

"How did they choose?" Lynch asked.

The "they" here refer to past presidents.

Connor also took a sip of wine, "They don't want to stay, especially President Bowling. He has already started preparing to move his family to Nagaril."

"The same goes for the two before him. They actually have nothing to live for anymore and may die of old age at any time, but they still ran away."

"I'm very distressed. I want to stay, but I don't want to stay either."

Lynch sighed, "I can't help you with this matter. You will have to face a lot of problems if you stay."

"And to leave, you just need to take your luggage (this echoes the responsibility, take the luggage, leave the responsibility, the author is awesome!)."

Connor scratched his head and said, "Can you tell me some of your views on native refuges?"

Lynch thought for a while, then said after careful consideration, "The situation here will be very bad."

"The food that a shelter can provide is actually very limited. You know, whether it is vegetables, livestock, or the cockroaches we proposed, it will have a production cycle."

"There are 200 million people in a shelter, and 500 million people need to consume food, household waste, and energy every day..."

"Do you think you can solve these problems?"

Before Connor could think about it, Lynch told him the answer, "You can't solve it. Even if someone provides you with a solution, you can't even manage the problem without solving it."

"And you're not with everyone, you're just with the people in the shelter you're in."

"Once an uncontrollable risk occurs, it will be like a sealed battlefield, and crazy people will destroy everything!"

"Destroy themselves, including you!"

This is the most important problem that very large shelters must face. Capital has no choice to stay in the country.

Then the construction of local shelters will not be able to keep up, and it is impossible to be as complete as the shelters on the equator and be able to achieve a food balance.

Once the shelter's food balance cannot be balanced, conflict will immediately break out.

It is different from the contradictions in today's society. No matter how poor the bottom class is, at least they can survive.

But in the shelter, once the food cannot keep up with consumption, someone will definitely starve to death.

Rather than being abandoned and starved to death, it is better to fight.

There are many other problems and contradictions that cannot be resolved.

After hearing this, Connor sighed heavily, "It seems that I can only be a running away president..."

Lynch showed a smile and raised his glass, "At least you will live well. History is always written by those who live, not those who die."