blackstone code

Chapter 562 Stupid and Glorious

The sound of heavy objects falling on the ground, with a bang, even made people feel a little vibration under their feet.

Some people walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out. After a brief silence, some women's screams erupted from the street outside.

The place where Ferrara held the celebration ceremony this time was in a hotel. He himself didn't have a big house in Sabine City where so many people could gather together, nor did he have any big villas or manors. Holding it in his own home would only show cowardice.

In the end, he chose to hold the celebration ceremony at the Sabine Hotel. The manager of the hotel was very witty and waived all the fees for Ferrara, and also gave away a lot of drinks and all the food needed for the buffet. , also includes a band and two singers, one male and one female.

The room they chose was facing the cross street outside the hotel, which is also the busiest place. Only then did people realize that someone had jumped off the building.

This kind of thing is actually not new. Last year, more people jumped from buildings, but jumping in front of people still makes these rich people feel a kind of throbbing that they are unwilling to admit.

The excited light in the eyes of the woman who exclaimed in a low voice "it's terrible" betrayed her, while the man not far from her tore off his bow tie, stared at the person who jumped from the building, breathing a little short of breath , the pupil dilated slightly, this is not a sign of fear.

Everyone's performance is different, and Ferrara is also a little curious. He has encountered such things before, but he was the kind of person who dealt with funeral affairs before, reducing unnecessary influence and getting rid of some negative reports Now, the change of status made him feel a little funny. He stood by the French window with a glass of wine in his hand, looking at the jumper who was still twitching under his feet.

The gentleman who jumped from the building chose a not-so-good place to jump off the building. The main building of Sabine Hotel is not high enough, and he will not fall into death in an instant when he jumps off. It doesn't take ten seconds, it's far better to choose other ways to leave this world.

"I know him..." Someone suddenly exclaimed, "He started a company, and it seems to have been completely bankrupt and liquidated recently."

The faces of people who were still a little gloating suddenly became a little sad. Most of the people here are businessmen. They have an illusion of empathy. No one knows when they will choose this road.

This is actually much better than when the financial tsunami just hit. At that time, there were long queues on the rooftops of all the high-rise buildings in Bupain, and you had to wait for others to jump before jumping off the building, otherwise you might not die.

Someone described the scene of that day in a very abstract way through language - "Man is like the dinner between God and the devil, he was smashed to the ground by an invisible force, smashed himself into a pool of meatloaf, and sprinkled ketchup”

Lynch also walked to the French windows, glanced at the dead body on the ground that was no longer twitching, and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know him?" Ferrara asked, he felt that Lynch's behavior just now was not quite right.

Lynch shook his head, "No, I just thought of a guy who said he wouldn't sell me his factory even if he went to hell."

After hearing this, Feralle couldn't help laughing, "Why would someone reject you? Even a person like me, who doesn't do business, knows that it is the most correct thing to dispose of the things in my hand as soon as they can be sold. choose."

He clinked wine glasses with Lynch, and they each took a sip.

"So you are suitable to be a politician, not a capitalist." Lynch made a serious comment after putting down his glass.

There are two kinds of businesses in this world that are quite safe.

One is policy business. To do this kind of business, there must be someone, and someone in a high position.

What will a region or even the whole country vigorously develop in the future? When there is no news outside, you get the news first, and get a large piece of high-quality resources with almost no cost. After the policy is implemented, the in hand Resource values ​​skyrocketed.

The second is overqualification. It is not entirely correct to describe this method as "overqualification and underutilization". The reason why such enterprises will not lose money is not that they have any way to avoid losses, but that they can afford to lose money.

It's like Mr. Wardrick intends to buy a production company for his daughter. Even if the production company has not made movies for decades and is losing money every year, it can still survive.

Except for these two types, all businesses are actually gambling, that is, betting on an uncertain future and betting that you can survive until dawn.

Some people can succeed, but more people still fail. There are not so many miracles in this world. If you want to wait until the economy improves, it will definitely not be achieved in three to five days. It may take three to five months. years, or longer.

Those who can't see clearly, just like this one in front of me, except that tomorrow's newspaper may report in the middle page, he will disappear forever in this society, and no one will remember him.

Including his wife, his children, his family, after a short period of grief, will soon come out of grief.

Lynch looked at the corpse, shook his head slightly, committed suicide, the most stupid solution!

Of course, Lynch didn't know that there was another gentleman on the top of the building who was about to jump off the building at this moment, but he looked at the guy who died tragically on the ground, and suddenly he was not as courageous as before.

He tightly grasped his jazz hat with both hands, and the brim of the jazz hat was slightly deformed by his grasp.

The cold wind on the roof was blowing. Although it was already January, the temperature did not improve at this time, but it was colder than before.

He sneezed suddenly. It may be because he stood on the roof for too long, or it may be because he was blowing cold wind for too long. This sneeze made him dizzy.

The moment he closed his eyes and let the air flow out of his lungs, he felt a sense of weightlessness, which made him kneel down on the ground in fright, not daring to move.

After he got better, he took another look at the stranger who had chatted with him for a while before, but now he was thrown into the body bag like garbage, feeling a little sad in his heart.

At the same time, he also saw several police officers preparing to go upstairs.

This made him tremble one by one, and he quickly turned around and walked towards the stairs. He didn't want to be caught at this time, maybe they would think he was the murderer, he was the one who pushed that idiot down...

They don't really think so, how stupid that would be.

He quickly got up and walked towards the stairs. He wanted to leave before the police arrived. At this time, the panic on his face was not the same as that of pointing at Lynch's nose and yelling "Go to hell with you and your greed" not long ago.

When he was going downstairs, he happened to meet the policeman who was going upstairs. The policeman looked him up and down, and he smiled and nodded. Just when both parties were about to leave in the opposite direction, a policeman suddenly spoke.

"Sir, were you on the rooftop just now?"

"The roof?" The old man turned his head sideways and used an exaggerated expression to cover up his inner anxiety. "Of course not. How could an old man like me go to a place as cold as the roof?"

The policeman glanced at him for a day, and nodded with a smile, "Then did you see any strange people?"

The old man shook his head again, "I haven't seen it before."

"Well, sorry to bother you, goodbye, sir!"

After the old man walked away, one of the policemen bent down and picked up a small stone on the ground, with some playful expressions on his face, "Send someone to follow him, there is some dust on his knees, and A small stone, if I guessed correctly, there must be many such small stones on the roof..."

The old man didn't know that although he had left the scene quickly, he was still regarded as an important criminal suspect, and he didn't even know that the pustule police in the Sabine City Police Department were completely fired because of the strike.

The policeman on duty now is either a newly retired soldier who still maintains a vigorous and vigorous style, or an experienced sheriff and inspector. It can only be said that he is really unlucky.

It is a felony in both federal and murder cases. Even if he is really innocent, the legal procedures he should go through will not be reduced. This also means that he has to hire a lawyer for himself, which is another big expense...

The gentlemen in the building quickly recovered from this pervasive low atmosphere, and today they gathered here to celebrate Mayor Ferrara's inauguration as Mayor of Sabine, even if it was temporary.

The band started to play music again, and the singer began to sing classical music affectionately again. The people were fascinated by the money, and people wore hypocritical smiles and held up their wine glasses, as if everything was still in the "golden age" a few years ago!
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In the early morning, an emaciated worker with a tool bag on his back said goodbye to his wife and children with a smile on his face. After almost a year or two, they finally ushered in a new job!
After being screened by the city hall and the workers' union, these family members who need work more than others finally get a job.

These workers have never been so eager to work as they are now. You must know that in the past, they wished they could work eight hours a day, and if they could be lazy for the remaining two hours, they would be lazy, and if they could not be lazy, they would pretend to work.

But now, not to mention working ten hours a day, it's twelve hours, they all think that's what they should be.

Workers lined up at the gate of the factory to show their work cards. There were photos of them on the small booklet, and there was a steel stamp, which represented that they were workers of this factory.

The reason why there are such inhumane and contrary to the original intention of freedom is that some people have been found trying to sneak into the factory to work.

In order to avoid this situation, this kind of work card with photo was produced and issued to workers.

Only with a work permit can one enter a factory to work, which was almost impossible in the past. The work permit was once regarded as proof that capitalists enslaved laborers.

But now, the work permit has become a representative of glory and glory.

It's realistic and not ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)