blackstone code

Chapter 991

Speaking of whether you can beat a child, this is a very interesting thing.

Some active social activists and education experts in the society claim that beating children will bring shadows to children's childhood, so that it will affect their whole life, and actively promote legislation to make "child beating" a penalty.

Many people think this statement is correct, and many people are running for these voices. Children are the future, and they can only be educated, not hands-on, or even scolding them!
But what is amazing is that many big families with a lot of background are not interested in these claims at all. Tutors and leather whips are probably the memories that accompany the children the most in their childhood.

Stern teachers, and spanking in front of other siblings, it's not a good feeling.

In fact, careful observation of nature reveals that when various species were young, especially predators, their parents would teach them very strictly how to survive and hunt.

Even in some raptors, the chicks are thrown off the cliff to let them learn to fly and overcome the inheritance method of fear.

On the contrary, those species that are prey tend to live relatively peaceful lives.

Rabbits are the most common, and rabbit parents don't punish their offspring for not digging well, or for being insensitive to birds of prey flying in the sky.

This is amazing.

Perhaps this can also explain why predators have always occupied the upper level of the food chain. Of course, it is also possible that this is just a coincidence. After all, there is no food chain in human society...

Just a coincidence!
There are also spanking props, something like another world ping pong paddle, a little more slender.

The inside is solid wood, then wrapped with some slightly soft, cushioning padding, and the outside is wrapped with a layer of tanned cowhide.

There's a lot of spanking in this stuff, but it's also a process that kids who receive an elite education must go through in their growth journey.

It tells these children that when you don't have the ability to resist, you'd better pretend to cooperate and accept all unfair decisions.

Looking at the child in front of him who was trying to make himself look serious, Lynch pursed his lips, "Your smile is a bit fake..."

He planned to communicate with this child in another way, "I know that a smile is the core of communication, but the arc of your mouth is too big, which makes me feel that you are trying to express your smile, which is very fake. "

"You should let your facial muscles relax. A smile doesn't need to have a lot of expression changes, because its core is expression."

"You have to express and convey that you are 'laughing', not that you are trying to laugh."

"Yes, relax. If you're not sure what relaxation is, you can stop smiling, let your muscles relax, and then lift the corners of your mouth a little. It doesn't take much, right..."

"We don't normally have such an exaggerated expression. You don't need people to see that you are smiling, as long as they think you are smiling, that's fine."

"Next is the eyes, don't look directly into other people's eyes, it will make people think you are very aggressive, but you can't move your eyes too far, they will think you..."

Lynch added some small movements in his hand, "...you will feel that you may have done something bad, so you dare not look at them."

"You have two choices, look...here, and...here." He reached out and tapped the bridge of the little boy's nose and the center of his body.

The little boy listened very carefully. He didn't know what use these things are now, but they might be useful in the future.

At least it makes Lynch look less boring.

Lunch was almost ready as Lynch taught the little boy how to be the best in everyone's mind.

Today's plan is to have lunch together, then go to the park together, or play for a while, and then have dinner together.

Lynch is very free now, and there is no particularly important thing that needs him. Whether it is Nagalil, Ameria, or the mainland of the Federation, people don't need him, and he has been "abandoned".

But this is not sad, it just shows that all industries are healthy, which is a good performance.

If there is a rich man who is very busy all day long and finds it difficult to spare a little time, please don't doubt it.

He's not really busy making money, he's trying to figure out what to do about his troubles, and he's having a hard time doing it.

And those rich people who don't seem to go to work at all, and go to play golf for a day, or go hunting in hunting areas for several days, their assets and businesses are truly healthy.

A company that cannot do without a certain person will always encounter problems, because it cannot solve problems by itself!

"What are you talking about?" Vera, who came out of the kitchen, was a little curious when she saw the two people chatting speculatively. She didn't think Lynch would have any common topics with the children.

Because Lynch himself is still very young, he has no children of his own, and he has not been able to grow up in the process of having to communicate with children.

Many young people don't like children, and even feel disgusted.

"We're talking about how to grow up to be a guy that everyone likes!" Lynch told the truth, but it was clear that Vera didn't think so.

She laid out the food for lunch and took off her apron. "Okay, we can have lunch."

"I still have some dishes left for the evening, we will go out for a while in the afternoon..."

She talked about today's arrangement, a desirable life.

Lynch took the little boy's hand and walked towards the dining table. He tilted his head and whispered, "Remember what I said, don't let people discover your emotions, or your mask will fall off..."

He didn't care if the little boy could understand, he thought the other party understood.

“Very sumptuous lunch!”

People in the Commonwealth don’t make their lunch so rich, they just eat a little when they are poor, and they are very busy at work during normal times, so they don’t have time to taste the food little by little, so they can only save the good things for the evening.

They don't need to work or do other things this afternoon, so it will be richer.

The servant opened a bottle of wine and poured it for the two of them.

"For a great lunch..."

This is Lynch.

"Because we can sit and eat together..."

This is Vera.

The two clinked glasses, drank some, and then they chatted about interesting things in society while eating delicious food.

For example, the birth of stockings.

This is a very special thing, whether it was originally born for women or not, pantyhose immediately replaced pantyhose after its birth.

Those traditional pantyhose are not worn anymore, every girl wants to have a nice pair of stockings and they will do anything for them.

There are even men wearing stockings - this is no joke, men are also included in the sales of stockings in the corporate propaganda.

After all, this is a male-dominated society. When it comes to potential spending power, men actually have more potential.

Maybe they overlooked something, and precisely because this society is dominated by men, it is impossible for them to wear stockings and shorts and carry a briefcase to get off work.

This is so funny!
Just when the three of them felt that it was a pleasant day and a pleasant lunch, suddenly the phone in the room rang.

Both Lynch and Vera looked at the phone in the corner, both of them were a little puzzled.

Lynch's inexplicable feeling is that no one should make personal phone calls at noon, especially during meals. This is too stupid and will leave a bad impression on people, so he didn't think much about it.

And Vera's inexplicability came from the fact that she had no idea who would call her at noon, people from Blackstone Capital?

No, Blackstone Capital is not yet fully operational. Many departments and functions have not been formally established and operated. It is just a place to confirm the income for Lynch.

"Go and pick it up. If it's an unimportant person, you can tell the other party that we are having a meal and ask that person to leave his name and phone number. We will call back after the meal."

Vera made the right decision, but the call interrupted their laughter and they started eating instead of chatting and eating.

Sometimes emotions come so suddenly, and even more suddenly when they leave!

The servant was stunned for a moment after picking up the phone, and soon she came back, "Mr. Lynch, I am looking for you. The other party said that there is something very important and I must contact you now."

"Me?" Lynch looked up at the maid a little strangely. He picked up the napkin and wiped the oil on his lips and the corners of his mouth. He stood up apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'll go and see what happened."

He left his position and walked to the place where the phone was placed in the corner, and picked up the receiver, "It's me."

"Mr. Lynch, it's me, I just received a very bad news..."

It was the sergeant who spoke, and only he had the phone numbers of all the possible places where Lynch could go. The others didn't know so many calls at all, let alone where Lynch might go.

Lynch frowned, and he vaguely felt that this incident might have something to do with what was happening.

What the sergeant said next confirmed his guess.

"We have had a setback with our assault force in Mariro, there are a lot of injuries right now, and there and the Department of Defense are asking us what we are going to do next."

Lynch's voice didn't seem nervous, like he didn't know it was bad news, "I need an exact number, how many people died, how many people were injured, how much strength do we have?"

There were some sounds of flipping papers in the receiver, and soon the sergeant's voice reappeared on the phone, "Nine people were killed in battle, and more than 120 people were injured, and this number should still be rising."

Lynch frowned tightly. He walked back and forth a few steps, with his back to the restaurant, his tone already a little unhappy, "What happened?"

(End of this chapter)