blackstone code

Many people think that a luxurious meal should be more ritualistic and served in order.

But in fact, this is meaningless in such a situation where there are many people. You can't ensure that everyone eats the food in front of them in about the same time.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with a small dining table for two or three people, but a large dining table is obviously served together.

The food piled on the table exuded a tempting aroma, but the ladies and gentlemen sitting at the table did not have the slightest appetite.

They looked at Lin Qi with restless and anxious eyes, and every time they wanted to say something, they stopped their impulse.

"It's time to start. Let our chef introduce these foods to you. I don't know much about some of them."

The chef's introduction to food and cooking methods is also part of the upper-class dining culture.

Most wealthy people have a certain degree of control. They want to know exactly where their money is spent, what ingredients are used, and how complicated the cooking methods are.

It would be even better if there were some cooking links carefully designed by the chef himself, or if there were more cooking ideas fermenting and colliding!
Several chefs came to the restaurant and introduced everyone to the staple food, steak.

A very traditional steak, at least it looks that way, but it's not really that traditional.

"We used cucumber strips from the best breed of table cattle to make today's steak. When you chew it, you will have some changes in the taste."

"Coupled with our cooking techniques and mysterious sauces from the Gaevra royal family, it will bring you an unprecedented gourmet experience!"

Lynch applauded after hearing this. This is also tradition. You have to give a positive response to Chef Bi's performance. It seems funny, but there are always people who like this.

He has eaten many excellent steaks and has experienced the changes in the taste of food. This is where the greatness of a good cook lies.

They can make the texture and taste more layered and more distinct. For example, the sauce on the surface brings the most direct impact to the taste buds when entering the mouth, plus the browning of the steak's skin, which is the first layer.

After it is chewed, the gravy in it is released, and the deliciousness of the food itself begins to spread. The seasoning and texture bring new changes and layers. This is the second layer.

When it chews finer, the taste of the food itself is perfectly combined, and the brain starts to send signals to swallow, the taste buds will have a new perception of the food, which is the third layer.

In fact, this is just a general way to distinguish the changes in food. It is said that some very top chefs can make food have more than three changes from before entering the mouth to after swallowing.

Maybe four or five, or more.

The dinner was sumptuous, and Lynch ate it while chatting with everyone about their absent-minded topics.

At around eight o'clock, the meal ended, and everyone was invited to another room, where there were neat sofas and chairs.

But what was disturbing was that the floor was covered with tarps and the chairs were covered with white coverings.

"sit!"

Despite their reluctance, wherever Lynch looked, people sat down.

Then the servants brought tea and cakes. It seemed like it was an after-dinner tea party, but some people had already begun to wipe their sweat.

Lin Qi picked up the black tea and took a small sip. After feeling the cleaning effect it brought to his mouth, he placed the cup on the tea table next to him.

"When I was a child, the most common thing my father told me was to tell me to obey."

"At that time, I didn't quite understand what 'obedience' meant. Who should I listen to? His, my mother's, the teacher's, the principal's or other people's."

"I don't understand, and I can't figure it out clearly. If there is a conflict between the words of adults, who should I listen to?"

"It's like someone wants me to go left, and someone wants me to go right. Who should I listen to?"

"I've always been troubled by this problem. I try my best not to make those 'disobedient' actions because Nel can really hit people."

He smiled, lit a cigarette, and crossed his legs, as if reminiscing about the past.

No one dared to disturb him. Many people here knew that Nell was dead and were unwilling to let Lynch enter the "state" faster.

If he wants to talk, let him talk more.

Perhaps it was because Nell really didn't have much to remember in the past. Apart from work, sweating and beating people, Lynch's memory soon ended.

"I always thought he was stupid and a person with no abilities."

"He's not as rich as some of you, and he doesn't have your advanced degrees. He can't even complete Scrabble on his own."

"But as I grew up, I realized that even though he was too stupid to find a cure for his brain damage, he taught me the most important thing in this society."

He stretched out a finger and pointed at the ceiling, "Obey!"

"The obedience he talks about actually doesn't mean that I should comply with anyone's requirements for me, but that I should abide by the rules of the game in this society."

"He is the only boss in the family, so I have to listen to him because his words are the rules in the family."

"In school, I have to listen to the teachers and the principal, because the school can't live without them, but it can live without me."

"At work, I have to listen to my boss. In society, I have to listen to the President. I am always in a 'submissive' role." "Because at that time, I did not have the strength to fight against the rules. It also lacks a direct face to face the painful price of failure to overturn the rules.”

"So I have to abide by the rules of the game. If I don't want to be beaten, or asked to be a parent, and make him lose face, then the best thing I can do is to be obedient."

It was a very philosophical and logical statement, but the content inside and outside the words caused subtle changes in some people's expressions.

Lynch looked at a man sitting far away on his right, "Are you obedient?"

That man was just a director on the board of directors of one of the five major banks. He was responsible for some contact work and could be considered an insider.

He didn't know how to answer. Even though the weather wasn't hot, he was sweating profusely. "Mr. Lynch... I... I don't know how to explain..."

Lynch pursed his lips and shook his head, "You don't need to explain, you are obedient."

"You listened to the board of directors and your boss."

"This goes back to the issue I described earlier, when my father's request for me to listen to him conflicts with what a teacher at school, the principal or my supervisor says, who should I listen to?"

"Emotionally, I don't think my father would harm me, just like your boss wouldn't harm you."

"But rationally, I should have understood the consequences of listening to someone who was obviously at a disadvantage in society, my father, and rebelling against someone with a higher social status."

"I might be targeted at school, expelled, or fired at the company, all because I can't tell whose request is more important."

"When we were young we didn't have the rich experience to understand this, but over the years we have fallen a lot and suffered a lot of injuries, and we actually understand what to do."

"But you still chose an emotional choice. The ugly gambling nature in your human nature has influenced your human nature. You have lost the ability to think because of greed and desire."

"Now, are you ready to pay the price for this?"

The gentleman was a little stunned. He looked at Lynch. Before his eyes changed, he felt something in his forehead being pushed outward.

Huge pressure came from his mind, and before he could even do anything, his brain exploded!
Continuous gunshots rang out, and he and his family fell in a pool of blood.

Noel's men dragged the body aside, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Suddenly there were screams and suppressed cries in the room. Someone stood up and tried to escape, but was quickly shot down.

A twisted and morbid smile appeared on the faces of Noel's confidants!

Usually they can't even meet these big shots, but now, they can control the fate of these people!

As intelligent beings, there is pleasure in controlling the fate of other people or species.

Dopamine, more adrenaline, and more of that mysterious hormone!
In the research on perverted killers, there are very sufficient research results that show that perverted killers, especially serial perverted killers, killing will not bring them any pain, but will only make them feel the ultimate enjoyment!

It is precisely because of this intracranial orgasm that makes them addicted and addictive that it distorts their world view, outlook on life, and values.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a bloody and terrifying crime scene is as enjoyable to them as a pink amusement park and My Little Pony.

The chairman of the board of directors of Shengrong Financial Holdings stood up suddenly. To be honest, he was neither thin nor short.

Coupled with his long-term status as a leader, he has a very special aura and brings some pressure.

"Lynch, it's not too late to stop now!"

"Don't let the mistakes continue!"

Lynch looked up at him and shook his head, "I don't like talking to people with my head raised."

The next second, Noel took a metal baseball bat and hit him hard on the knee.

There was a muffled thud, followed by a scream, and his strong body fell to the ground, holding his knees and rolling.

"Help our old gentleman get back into his seat."

The two men helped him up, and he tried to resist, but after being punched a few times, he became obedient.

He was pressed back on the chair, his face turned pale, his cheekbones were a little blue, he was sweating profusely, and there was a hint of fear and pleading in his eyes.

"I have given you a chance. At any time, as long as you stop, there will be no face-to-face chat between us today. Instead, purely business methods will be used to decide who should stay."

"But you have failed me."

"But you don't have to worry too much, because after tonight, nothing will happen."

"No one will remember you, just like those people you dealt with, they will all be rolled into the garbage heap of history with traces of your existence!"

(End of this chapter)