blackstone code

Chapter 3120

In the company's restaurant, Lynch chose a relatively quiet corner.

Originally it was quite noisy here, but with his arrival, soon the only sound left in the entire restaurant was the sound of chewing.

He called the restaurant manager over and asked for a private room.

When he left, the restaurant became lively again.

Although Lynch is not a mean person, his presence always makes many people feel uncomfortable, just like children may not always be with their parents, especially when there are friends around.

Soon, Mr. A came to the box, and Lin Qi asked him to sit down. "I ordered some dishes casually. Do you want anything to eat?"

Mr. A took the menu, looked at it, ordered a fish fillet, and returned the menu to the restaurant manager.

Its survival does not depend on simple food. As it takes more super gene fluid, its desire for food has weakened to the point of being almost non-existent.

Human food can neither provide it with sufficient energy sources nor stable genetic fragments, and it also makes its mouth feel uncomfortable because of various strange tastes.

If it wasn't for this meal with Lynch, it would most likely not eat.

Even at home, he would only drink some soup or something like that symbolically and rarely eat solid food.

Before leaving get off work, Mr. A called Lynch and said he had something to tell him, so Lynch arranged to have the conversation in the company's restaurant.

The working meals in the restaurant are very good, and can be said to be the "dream meal" of many people before entering the virtual world. There are fresh fruit and vegetable salads, tender steaks, and delicious rolls or rice.

While waiting for the food, the two chatted about something that was not what Mr. A wanted to talk about.

"I heard that the high-intensity war will be over soon?" Mr. A took the initiative to hand Lynch a cigarette and helped him light it by sticking his butt out.

In fact, his arm could easily reach across the table and place the lighter next to Lynch to light it, but doing so was impolite and unsightly, and most importantly, it did not demonstrate his "loyalty."

Before he became a manager, some of the information in Mr. A's memory contained his dislike and disgust for flatterers.

It actually doesn't understand that sometimes flattery is not the purpose, but to show one's loyalty.

Just like at this moment, whether it is done or not, it will not change Lynch’s opinion of it, but the impact of doing it or not will gradually shake this opinion.

The higher you climb, the more you cannot control yourself. Mr. A had a lot of insights at this time.

Lynch took a puff of his cigarette, nodded and said, "Their repulsion shield is about to be installed. Once installed, this tidal battle will not bring us the effect we want."

"It is possible to break the shield, but the cost is too high."

The consumption caused by the super-intensity war in less than a month is unimaginable.

At least half of the material reserves of the entire Earth civilization have been consumed, and the wreckage of most robots has been recovered, but not all parts can be repaired.

Especially some high-tech chips and motherboards, if these things are broken, they can only be broken.

Some of the valuable materials are crushed and ground into powder again to be used as raw materials for re-processing, while some are directly compressed and packaged and then buried deep underground.

Especially the raw materials from Verdant Star, if they are used less and less, even if the octopus monster does not install a repulsion shield, a war of this intensity will end by the end of the month or the beginning of next month.

Mr. A seemed a little absent-minded. "So what's next..."

"Have you ever fished?" Lynch interrupted it.

Mr. A shook his head. "I don't like fishing very much. I didn't like it before and I still don't like it now. It may be related to the fact that I have never fished before and cannot appreciate its fun."

The hobby of fishing is actually not something that everyone can enjoy. People who like fishing can sit there all day from morning to night without moving.

If someone you don't like squats for less than three minutes, they will walk away using the excuse that their legs are numb.

Lynch can fish and can appreciate the joy of fishing, but he doesn't like fishing.

This is not a contradiction. You know that gluing can bring you pleasure, but you don't necessarily have to like gluing if there are other options.

"The fun of fishing begins the moment the float sinks, when it vibrates on the surface and then plunges back into the water. That's when the fight between you and the fish begins."

"It wants to escape, and you want to keep it, there has to be a confrontation process between you."

“The bigger the fish, the more fun it is because the more chances you have to fail.”

"Intelligent creatures are all like this. They like difficult challenges, and then overcome difficulties and gain pleasure."

“When you have exhausted all your means and made your prey lose its ability to resist, the joy you get far exceeds the joy of putting it in your net.”

“Now, we’re fishing.”

Lynch paused as he spoke, and there was a knock on the door. With his permission, the restaurant manager and two waiters came in pushing a food cart.

He introduced to the two the origin of each dish and the chefs who cooked them. The final main course, which was steak and fish fillet, was cooked on the spot by the restaurant's most senior chef.

Although it is said to be cooked on the spot, it is actually almost done, with only the last two steps left.

The cook juggled bottles of wine and spice bottles, making them fly around, then added the spices to the dishes in a juggling manner.

As he sprayed a little wine on the cooking table, the flames that rose up instantly lit up everyone's faces, and the two main dishes were ready.

Lynch applauded first, followed by Mr. A.

They have been performing hard for such a long time, and to be honest, their performance is not bad. As a well-educated person, they should be recognized and praised.

"Please enjoy your food..." The restaurant manager left with the kitchen team, and as the door closed, silence returned to the place.

Lynch tasted a little beef and it tasted very good. No matter what time it was or what society it was, those in power would never lack things to enjoy.

Just like Nagaril, there was famine in many places, but the ruling class could still eat a few dishes and a soup every day, and each dish and each soup used very unusual ingredients and cooking methods.

The ingredients are all very fresh. The higher the quality and fresher the ingredients, the better they taste after cooking.

The taste of fish that has just been killed before cooking is different from that of fish that has been killed for a few hours, half a day, or a day.

The fresh and tender taste is enough to get a passing score, and the rest is just seasoning.

"Where were we just now?"

Mr. A added, “We were fishing…”

Lynch nodded, "Yes, we are fishing."

"We are fishermen, and the octopus monsters are fish. We have already kept them. The next step is to tire them out."

“Only in this way can we catch it.”

Lynch picked up the lunch roll and took a bite.

The texture of the fine whole wheat bread is a little rough, but it tastes very fragrant, with a strong wheat flavor.

"Recently, our research progress on their warships has not been very ideal. There are problems with materials, some theoretical basis, and little progress in other aspects."

"We are studying a more advanced civilization with a backward civilization, so it is difficult to produce particularly important research results in a short period of time."

"But the universe and the space war will not stop and wait for us. We are already behind, so..."

He looked at Mr. A. Mr. A already knew what Lynch meant. As a qualified subordinate, he knew that he had to take over at this time. "…So we have to capture them."

Lynch pointed at it and smiled. "It's the right choice to let you join the board. You are smarter than most people."

"So for a long time to come, we will be in a state of game, and we must make them completely desperate."

Mr. A showed some interest, "So you have a plan?"

"Of course!"

"Surround them, continue to consume their resources and energy, then wear them down and force them to the negotiation table."

"Then we'll be able to get a more complete warship, scientific theories, technology, everything."

"It's even possible that Earth's civilization will have an extra 'octopus tribe'. After all, we are an inclusive civilization!"

Listening to Lynch's few simple words, Mr. A had already figured out a lot of details in his mind.

But it was also a little confused. "I have read your previous speeches and documents. You said that most cosmic civilizations will join this war, fighting for their civilization or for their gods."

"I always feel that this kind of fanatic who can cross the universe to come here should not be so easy to convince."

Lynch did not answer the question. "I have my own way, but it is not appropriate for me to tell you yet."

He paused for a moment and ended the topic. "Tell me what you want to talk to me about. I almost forgot that this is why we are sitting here."

Mr. A also came to his senses and quickly told Lynch what had happened before. He thought that the new group might be planning something.

After listening to it carefully, Lynch asked, "What do you think about this issue?"

Mr. A was stunned for a moment. “I think they might have some extreme plans…”

He raised his hand to stop Mr. A. "That's not what I'm talking about. What I'm asking is, what do you think of their belief that I'm using war to consume the Evolvers?"

To some extent, the new faction's statement is indeed true, but whether the facts are what they want people to accept is another matter.

Simply from the two appearances and results, they seem to be consistent.

Wars continue to occur.

The evolvers are also constantly being consumed!
(End of this chapter)