It was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Bang! Everyone could feel the ground vibrating.
Some people walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside. After a short moment of silence on the street outside, some female screams broke out.
This time, Ferral decided to hold the celebration in a hotel. He did not have a big house in Sabin City that could accommodate so many people. He also did not have a big villa or manor. Holding the celebration in his own home would only make him look weak.
In the end, he chose to hold the celebration in Sabin Hotel. The hotel manager was very sensible. He waived all of Ferral's expenses and gave him a lot of drinks and drinks. He also provided all the food needed for the celebration, including a band and a male and a female singer.
The room they chose was facing the crossroad outside the hotel. It was also the busiest place. At that moment, people realized that someone had jumped off the building.
This kind of thing was not new. Last year, more people jumped off the building. However, jumping off the building in front of people still made these rich people feel a certain kind of throbbing that they did not want to admit.
The woman who whispered, "It's so scary!" was betrayed by the excitement in her eyes. The man who was not far away from her tore off his bow tie and stared at the person who jumped off the building. His breathing was a little rapid, and his pupils were slightly dilated. This was not a sign of fear.
Everyone's reaction was different. Ferral was also a little curious. He had encountered this kind of thing before, but in the past, he was the kind of person who dealt with the aftermath. He wanted to reduce unnecessary influence and get rid of some negative news. Now, the change in his status made him feel a little interested. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a glass of wine in his hand and looked at the person who was still twitching at his feet.
This gentleman who jumped off the building chose a bad place to jump. The main building of Sabin Hotel was not high enough. If he jumped off, he would not die instantly. The pain of his body being torn apart would last for at least ten to dozens of seconds. It was far better to choose another way to leave this world.
"I know him …" someone suddenly exclaimed. "He had a company. It seems like it went bankrupt and was liquidated recently."
The gloating expressions on the people's faces suddenly turned sad. Most of the people here were businessmen. They had an illusion of empathy. No one knew when they would choose this path.
This was actually much better than when the financial tsunami had just arrived. At that time, there was a long line on the rooftops of all the major buildings in Boston. You had to wait for someone else to jump before you could jump down. Otherwise, you might not die from the fall.
Someone used a very abstract way to describe the scene that day — "People were like the dinner of God and the devil, smashed to the ground by an invisible force, smashed into a meat patty, and sprinkled with ketchup."
Lynch also walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He glanced at the corpse that was no longer twitching on the ground and raised his eyebrows.
"You know him?"
Ferral 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 that he wouldn't sell his factory to me even if he went to hell."
Ferral couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. "How could anyone refuse you?
Even I, a person who doesn't do business, know that the best choice is to get rid of the things in your hands as soon as possible when they can be sold. "
He and Lynch clinked their glasses, and the two took a sip.
"So you're suitable to be a politician, not a capitalist."
Lynch put down his glass and commented seriously.
There were two types of businesses in this world that were quite reliable.
One was a policy business. To do this kind of business, one must have someone, and someone in a high position.
When a region or even an entire country was going to develop vigorously next, you had to get the news first before the outside world had any news about it. You could get a large amount of high-quality resources with almost no cost. After the policy was implemented, the value of the resources in your hands would skyrocket.
The second type was to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. It was not entirely correct to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. This kind of business would not lose money, not because they had a way to avoid losses, but because they could afford to lose money.
For example, Mr. Vaudric wanted to buy a production company for his daughter. Even if the production company did not make any movies for decades and lost money every year, it could still survive.
Other than these two types of businesses, all of them were actually gambling. They were betting on an uncertain future, betting on whether they could survive until dawn.
Some people succeeded, but more people failed. There were not so many miracles in this world. To wait for the economy to improve, it was definitely not something that could be achieved in three to five days or three to five months. It might take three to five years, or even longer.
Those who couldn't see clearly were just like the person in front of him. Other than the possibility that tomorrow's newspaper would report about him, he would disappear from this society forever. No one would remember him.
Including his wife, his children, and his family. After a short period of grief, they would soon recover from their grief.
Lynch looked at the corpse and shook his head slightly. Suicide, the stupidest way to solve the problem!
Of course, Lynch did not know that at this moment, there was a gentleman on the roof who was preparing to jump off. But when he looked at the man who died tragically on the ground, he suddenly did not have as much courage as before.
His hands gripped his Jazz hat so tightly that the brim of his Jazz hat was slightly deformed by his forceful grip.
The cold wind on the roof whistled. Although it was already January, the temperature did not improve at this time. Instead, it was colder than before.
He suddenly sneezed. Maybe it was because he had been standing on the roof for too long, or maybe it was because he had been exposed to the cold wind for too long. The sneeze made him a little dizzy.
The moment he closed his eyes and exhaled the air out of his lungs, he felt a sense of weightlessness. This scared him so much that he knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
After he recovered, he looked again at the strange friend who he had chatted with for a while before being thrown into a corpse bag like a piece of garbage. He felt a little sad.
At the same time, he saw a few police officers preparing to go upstairs.
This made him shiver. He quickly turned and walked to the stairs. He did not want to be arrested at this time. Maybe they would think that he was the murderer and that he was the one who pushed that idiot down …
They would not really think that, would they? How stupid would that be?
He hurriedly got up and walked towards the stairs. He wanted to leave before the police arrived. At this moment, the panic on his face was nowhere to be seen as he pointed at Lin Qi's nose and shouted, "Go to hell with you and your greed!"
When he went downstairs, he happened to meet the police who were going upstairs. The police looked him up and down, and he nodded with a smile. Just as both sides were about to leave in the opposite direction, one of the police officers suddenly spoke.
"Sir, were you on the rooftop just now?"
"Rooftop?"
The old man turned sideways and used an exaggerated expression to hide his inner uneasiness. "Of course not. Why would an old man like me go to such a cold place like the rooftop?"
The police officer glanced at him and nodded with a smile. "Then did you see anyone strange?"
The old man shook his head again. "No, I didn't."
"Well, I'm sorry to disturb you. Goodbye, sir!"
After the old man walked away, one of the police officers bent down and picked up a small stone on the ground. He had a playful expression on his face. "Send someone to follow him. There's some dust on his knees and a small stone. If I'm not wrong, there must be many small stones like this on the rooftop …"
The old man did not know that although he had left the scene quickly, he was still treated as an important suspect. He also did not know that the useless police officers in the Saibin City Police Station had been fired because of the strike.
The police officers on duty now were either newly discharged soldiers who still maintained their swift and decisive style, or experienced detectives. He could only say that he was really unlucky.
In the Federation, murder was a felony. Even if he was innocent, he would still have to go through the legal process. This also meant that he would have to hire a lawyer for himself, which would be a huge expense …
The gentlemen in the building quickly recovered from the gloomy atmosphere. Today, they gathered here to celebrate Mayor Ferral's appointment as the mayor of Saibin City, even if it was only temporary.
The band started to play again, and the singer started to sing the classical music affectionately. Under the luxurious atmosphere, everyone had a hypocritical smile on their faces. They raised their wine glasses high, as if everything was still in the "golden age" of a few years ago!
…
Early in the morning, a thin worker carried a tool bag and said goodbye to his wife and children with a smile on his face. After about one or two years, they finally welcomed a new job!
After being screened by the city hall and the workers' union, these family members, who needed work more than others, finally got a job.
These workers had never been as eager to work as they were now. In the past, they could not wait to work eight hours a day and slack off for the remaining two hours. If they could not slack off, they would pretend to work.
But now, let alone ten hours a day, even if they had to work twelve hours a day, they still felt that it was their duty.
The workers lined up at the entrance of the factory to show their work pass. Their photo was in a small notebook, and there was also a stamp, which meant that they were the workers of this factory.
The reason why there was such an inhumane act, which went against the principles of freedom, was because there were already people who were trying to sneak into the factory to work.
In order to prevent this from happening, the work pass with a photo was produced and distributed to the workers.
Only with a work pass could one enter the factory to work. In the past, this was almost impossible. The work pass was once seen as proof that the capitalists enslaved the workers.
But now, the work pass had become the symbol of glory and honor.
It was very realistic, and not laughable.