blackstone code

Chapter 741 The next move
At [-]:[-], Richard came to the cafe early and sat down.

He chose a corner position near the window, where the lighting was good, and the almost invisible glass that was wiped by the clerk could observe the situation on the street from a high height.

It is not very far from the door leading to the back hall, only a few steps away.

He sat in a position facing the door, and then was in a daze.

He thought of a lot of things that made or didn't make sense, like the seat he chose.

When he was still a salesman under Lynch, he often went out to eat with Lynch. At that time, Lynch would always choose a seat with a window, with his back to the wall and facing the door.

Richard was very strange and curious. Once he couldn't help the strong curiosity in his heart and asked Lynch this question.

"Boss, why do you choose to sit in such a position every time?"

Lynch told him at the time because it was safe.

Safety?

Richard didn't understand at the time, and Lynch told him patiently that in such a position, he could see at a glance who was walking in and whether there were other people outside.

Once some conflicts occur, there is no need to consider attacks from behind at all, and you can just concentrate on dealing with the enemies in front.

If you can beat it, hit it, if you can't beat it, find a chance to smash the window and escape.

At that time, Richard couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He thought that a gang member must have told Lynch, because this kind of statement looked like a trick that some gangsters would use.

Richard asked Lynch again why he did this when he had no enemies.

Lynch told him at the time that it was never stupid to be vigilant at any time.

Any time!
In a trance, he thought of some things in the past. Lynch was younger than him, but he had a wealth of experience far beyond him. Sometimes he also wondered if Lynch just looked young.

After all, some people are like this. They look only 50 years old, but they are actually 60 years old.

So it is not impossible to look like you are in your twenties, but in fact you are in your thirties.

From graduating from high school to entering the society, it is impossible for Lynch to master so much experience and experience in just two or three years.

Unless he has mastered these things since he was born.

When his thoughts drifted here, Richard couldn't help laughing. He knew he was thinking wildly, because he was not confident enough to defeat Lynch.

Once people have doubts about themselves, they will use things like gods and ghosts to avoid their own incompetence.

This sentence is also said by Lynch.

He shook his head, reached out and touched the holster covered by his clothes, he suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind.

Even God can be stabbed to death with a single shot. Even if Lynch was born holy, he couldn't escape a single bullet.

The time passed bit by bit, and finally pointed to ten o'clock.

When the second hand of the wall clock pointed to 59:45:[-], Lynch appeared outside the cafe.

It was 50 seconds when he walked in the door, and by the time he walked to the table and sat down, it was exactly 59:59:[-].

"It looks like I'm not late." Lynch smiled, "A cup of hand-ground coffee, thank you."

The waiter turned and left, Lynch crossed his legs and looked at Richard, "I had something to do last night, and I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Richard took his hand out of his pocket, and he took a sip of coffee. He was anxious to see Lynch, but this time, he was not so anxious.

He knew Lynch very well, and Lynch was indeed powerful. If he acted too anxiously, Lynch might discover some of his problems.

He still remembered that Lynch had told him that observation of details could guess a person's mind, and he didn't want to be the one who was guessed!

"Someone is selling the company's stock, and millions of shares were sold silently in a day." He slowly put down his coffee cup, and then looked up at Lynch.

The tone is very calm, and it feels like he is talking about trivial matters.

Lynch looked at him with a smile on his face, "How can you be sure that someone is selling, not a natural market behavior?"

"It's you, isn't it?" Richard didn't answer Lynch's question because he couldn't answer it.

Since he couldn't answer, he would just use a rhetorical question instead. He believed that Lynch's heart had changed at this time. He stared into Lynch's eyes, trying to find Lynch's mood swings.

But unfortunately, Lynch's eyes did not change in the slightest.

"Is it me, or is it not me, does it mean anything to you?"

Richard thought for a while and closed his mouth.

At this time, the waiter came over with Lynch's coffee, and then left.

Lynch took a sip of his coffee, took a small sip, and nodded in satisfaction, "It's much better than the coffee at the Presidential Palace. You haven't been to the Presidential Palace, so you don't know how bad the coffee there is."

Richard chuckled, "Actually, if you don't answer me, I also know that you must have done it. When did it start?"

Lynch pursed his lips, "It's hard for me to answer this question, but it actually started from the last time we met in the Federation."

"It's just that some plans are different from what I imagined. I'm not a god, so I can't predict your every behavior. You are too high-profile, Richard."

Lynch behaved gracefully, calmly, and calmly, and the more he behaved like this, the more nervous Richard became, and he was already sweating.

Lynch's demeanor and aura gave him a terrible feeling, as if he was already a worm on a spider's web, unable to struggle, and could only watch himself go to perish.

He swallowed, "Why do you ask me to do this?"

His voice was a little high, "It used to be like this, and it's still like this now. You always tell me that I should do this, and I should do that, but you never think about me from my perspective!"

In Richard's view, isn't it a "requirement" for him to learn Lynch's strengths?
If Lynch wants him to do this, he must do that, and learn how Lynch should do it.

Lynch is now saying that he is high-profile, and he knows that he is talking about promoting the listing of Yuanrong Capital.

He has his own ideas, this is the best chance to get rid of Lynch, as long as this plan is completed, and when the fourth quarter financial report comes out, the stock will soar, and he can cash out at least 1 million francs!

With this money, what can't he do?
He didn't need to be timid at all, he could face Lynch directly, and even wrestle with Lynch!
But now Lynch accused him of being too high-profile here, and the dissatisfaction in his heart burst out in an instant.

There was no one in the cafe, and the only waiter stood a little further away, as if leaving space for these two people.

"I didn't ask you what you have to do. I just gave you a possibility as a reference. Maybe it's the most suitable way to do it according to the method I provided."

Lynch picked up the stir stick, stirred the coffee, and slowly stirred, the mellow aroma began to spread, "I respect your personal freedom, you can act according to your own ideas, it doesn't matter, that is your freedom."

"We are federal people, we can fight for freedom, we can die for freedom, and I respect all your rights."

"But if you have your own thoughts, then you can't stop me from having mine."

"You want to destroy my plan, okay, I didn't stop you and even helped you, so why do you blame me?"

Richard's expression was a little struggling and a little ferocious. When Lynch told him without reservation that this was what he did, he still hesitated in his heart.

Do you want to tear yourself apart with Lynch?
I didn't think so before, but now when facing Lynch, the huge pressure made him hesitate about his choice.

But these hesitations were quickly consumed by anger and other emotions.

If he bowed his head, he would never be able to escape Lynch's shadow for the rest of his life. What would his subordinates and partners think of him?

They're bound to leave him, he doesn't want to work for someone else all his life, he wants to be his own boss.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at Lynch, breathing heavily, "I haven't lost yet, Lynch."

"This is the first time you've called me by my name, and you haven't used an honorific title yet." Lynch made a small comment, and he picked up his coffee and took another sip.

Gafla's coffee beans are roasted longer than Federal's, so that the oil and aroma can be released without a hint of sourness.

However, the bitterness will be significantly amplified. Federal people can tolerate sourness. After all, their judgment on whether the fruit is fresh is whether it is sour enough, but they cannot tolerate bitterness.

Adding more sugar than other national coffees is a good indication of this, and it also gives Gefra coffee a completely different character from Federal coffee.

"Don't look down on me!" Richard lost control of his emotions again. He always lowered Lynch's head. The more Lynch was like this, the angrier he became. The cloth touches the holster.

It seems that only in this way can he feel that he still has the strength to control.

Lynch smiled indifferently, "Do you remember, Richard, I taught you to observe details."

Without waiting for Richard to say anything, Lynch put down his coffee cup, "Actually, I knew you had a gun when you came in, but I haven't considered whether you will use it yet."

"You don't know that when you hold a weapon, you can improve the situation between us. In fact, you don't need to try, because you can't change anything."

"Now there are at least two guns aimed at your head. As long as I make a move, or you make a dangerous move, the bullet will explode your head."

"In your opinion, you may have 'grown up', just like a child with psychological rebellion in adolescence, you can calmly face the world."

"But in my opinion, you are still too immature. Your results tomorrow will all come from your choices yesterday!"

"You've taken one step, it's my turn!"

Lynch smiled and picked up the coffee cup and drank it down, "It tastes good, but you don't need a treat." He took out two dollars and pressed it under the tray, and nodded slightly after getting up.

"Goodbye, Richard!"

(End of this chapter)