blackstone code

Chapter 635 This wine is not serious

"This is the best bar around here..." Lynch walked to the bar first, ordered a glass of wine, and then turned to look at Mr. Truman, "If you just want to drink!"

A strip club like this that can be opened near a high-end community has a deep background behind it, otherwise, just frequent police inspections would make the club unable to continue.

After all, it is illegal to apply for a job in the Federation, and strip clubs are the hardest-hit areas—all kinds of girls show off the beauty of their bodies, and there will always be some people who can't help it. This is the value of the VIP box on the second floor.

With enough background, there must be enough financial resources, so the owner behind this club must not just want to build a club for ordinary people.

What level of people will definitely bring what level of consumption. It is normal for ordinary people to spend 20 yuan and [-] yuan to have fun, but this amount of money has not been taken seriously by the club's operators from the beginning.

What he likes are more high-end customers, the kind who can spend three to five hundred or even three to five thousand every time they come here, which also makes everything here very high-end, and only in this way can they attract those customers. Really high-end customers.

There is a special fragrance in the elegant room, the dim and ambiguous lighting and the girl wearing a mask on the stage, all of which give people a feeling of "fucking rich".

Mr. Truman smiled, shook his head, walked to the edge of the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

After two sips of wine, Mr. Truman's face obviously had some more confiding thoughts.

Sometimes Lynch wonders if there is something special about the physique of the Federation people, for example, just one or two sips of alcoholic drinks can make their state change quickly.

They ordered two bottles of wine, walked to a booth in a corner and sat down.

"I'm in a bad mood." Mr. Truman took another sip of himself, with some painful expressions on his face, what he wanted was spirits, even though ice cubes were added to ease the hotness of the spirits in the mouth , Drinking such a big sip in one breath really makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly let out a mouthful of alcohol, "I was suspended from work..."

Just as Lynch was about to take a sip, he stopped in mid-air with the cup in his hand, "For now?"

Mr. Truman nodded, "Temporarily, there are other troubles besides these. The Security Committee will re-evaluate me, and the internal affairs department will also start investigating me. You know, these things are Together."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but took another sip, and then beat the table vigorously!
There was a loud bang, and not many people in the club looked this way. An employee in charge of maintenance was about to approach when he was blocked by a man in black.

The man in black opened his neckline, revealing the weapon and license plate inside, and the staff of the club left here with great interest.

Mr. Truman in the booth looked very embarrassed. He blocked the big consortium's attack on small and medium-sized contracts, in exchange for being reported by his real name.

A third-rate businessman that he had never known and had no dealings with brought some materials to report him for crimes committed by duty, abuse of power and other miscellaneous charges.

In fact, everyone knows that this is the revenge of the big consortium against him, or some kind of hidden warning, but the process still has to go.

Just because everyone knows it well, we can't go beyond the boundaries of the law and ignore the rules and regulations.

He was temporarily suspended from all work at hand, and he could resume work after the investigation was over. As for how long it would take, obviously it would not be too soon.

It takes time to verify the content of each report. Assuming that one content takes a week, reporting a dozen non-existent charges can stop him for several months.

Unfortunately, not only did he not have the means to counter these counterattacks, but he couldn't even find a way to defend them, so he could only sulk.

What made him even more angry was that Mr. President was too weak in the face of this issue. He even took the initiative to talk to Mr. Truman, telling him not to target those big consortiums too much.

In fact, the reason why Mr. President did this, Mr. Truman, is very clear. The general election is coming soon. These people have a lot of votes in their hands. At this critical moment, no one's favor or disgrace is more important than the general election.

Only when the results of the general election are stabilized and nothing goes wrong can we discuss other issues.

Although Mr. Truman knew this very well in his heart, it was still difficult for him to accept it emotionally.

"The only thing to be thankful for now is that I am the 'only'. They can't do without me. I understand very well that this time is just a reminder from them that these female cousins ​​have raised them!"

Lynch glanced at the wine in his glass. He didn't understand why he didn't react much when he drank it. Mr. Truman and other federal people can quickly enter the "state" after drinking a little wine, which is amazing.

His thoughts only flashed on this question, and then he returned to the topic, "There is a proverb called 'If you destroy the capitalist's means of making huge profits, you are equivalent to killing his whole family, which cannot be Forgive the hate'."

"The current situation is like this. The capitalists are always pursuing profit. You just don't let them do that. At the same time, you are not 'tough' enough. In fact, their methods are quite mild, just harassing you."

Lynch is telling the truth. Compared with the more extreme methods, the consortium's approach this time is quite moderate. In fact, this is also related to the upcoming general election.

Everyone doesn't think that Mr. President will have an opponent. As Mr. President's most important aide and important government worker, doing too much will make Mr. President feel dissatisfied.

Truman is also his subordinate, if he did it, it would be like not giving him face.

Compared with Mr. Truman's "naivety", the current Mr. President is the real representative who is not easy to mess with.

He is tepid, you never know if he is a turtle with a shrunken head or a poisonous snake locked up and ready to attack, the latter is more likely.

He won't show too obvious love and hate directly, but as long as he is given a chance, he might hurt someone.

That's why there was this real-name report of a small person, and it was just a report.

"I know!", Mr. Truman nodded, "I know what you said is the truth, you are different from those people, Lynch, that's why I drink with you instead of others."

"Honestly, I'm disappointed in everyone, it's so disappointing."

"Whether it's the cabinet or the capitalists, it's disappointing. Everyone seems to be unable to see those social problems. It's fine if they can't see it themselves, and they don't allow others to see it. I don't know what's wrong with this society. It shouldn't be It's like this."

"From top to bottom, from top to bottom, I'm desperate!"

He drank a large glass of strong wine with the glass, and then poured himself another glass, his face also began to turn red, obviously the alcohol was starting to pick up.

Looking at him, Lynch couldn't help sighing, this is a person who came out of the military, and his values ​​have been completely shaped. If Mr. Truman is not a "player" from the military, his values ​​may be more inclined to traditional values. Politicians or capitalists only have interests in their eyes.

Only by maintaining a kind of enthusiasm in a relatively closed environment can he be what he is now.

Lynch nodded slightly, "This is the value of each of us, Truman, each of us hopes that this world will become the best in our own eyes, and we will continue to work hard for this goal."

"Some people think that if they have money, the world is beautiful, so they try to make money."

"In fact, we are the same, we all feel that only we are right, so we are also working towards this."

"No one is absolutely wrong, and no one is necessarily right, what do you think?"

Mr. Truman took another sip of himself. He looked up at Lynch, with some bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes, "So what do you think the beautiful world looks like?"

"Me?" Lynch was a little surprised, he sighed softly, "Everyone has a job of their own, life is easy, the relationship between family members is harmonious, all walks of life are developing in an orderly manner, the country is strong, the nation Wealthy and powerful, whether it is politics, military, economy, or culture, they are all very developed..."

"Of course, if I can have a little more money and a little more social status than other people, that would be my ideal world."

He was a little emotional, and then looked at Mr. Truman who was distracted.

After a few seconds, the latter suddenly came back to his senses, patted the table with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be such a capitalist."

"I'm not a capitalist." Lynch shook his head and denied his evaluation of himself.

"No... that's right. You are a different capitalist. This is the first time I've heard someone have such an idea. Is the country strong and the nation... rich and strong?"

He took a long breath of relief and took another sip, "I really hope your dream can come true, Lynch, you are really different from others."

"Should I be happy that I am different from others?"

"Of course!"

The content of the next chat between the two has deviated from serious topics, and they have also moved from the booth to the periphery of a striptease stage. After all, Lynch has exchanged so many small change, it must be spent.

This strip club is very skillful in its management. When they came in, they knew that every dancer here had a formal job outside, and some of them were even college students.

They wore masks, wore simple clothes, and added some foreshadowing and introduction. It was obviously a very vulgar place, but suddenly the style came up.

In the process of venting emotions, I also encountered an interesting incident. It may be that the dancer saw the stack of banknotes protruding from Mr. Truman's pocket and invited him to the stage.

This is also a small game that often appears during the performance. Mr. Truman drank a lot and vented his emotions. He has long lost his usual calm appearance.

The girl kept dancing around him with some special meaning dance moves, while he was holding a stack of banknotes in one hand, and kept drawing out the top banknotes with the other hand!

The banknotes that flew out continuously rolled and fell slowly in the airtight, windless space, and the atmosphere quickly reached its peak.

(End of this chapter)