Blackstone Code

Chapter 124:

Chapter 124:

Once again, Lin Qi became the focus of the top three sections in the newspapers, an honor that ordinary people rarely achieved. Only a few would have the chance to be mentioned in the local news section even after death, while the vast majority would never see their names in print in their entire lives.

The value of life was sometimes heavy, but it never outweighed the significance of a newspaper. It was quite amusing, or perhaps that was just the truth.

A policy wouldn't be easily passed just because everyone believed it was acceptable; it would take time and consideration of all aspects of society.

Starting with "information," gradually informing the public about this matter, this policy, and then delving deeper step by step, continuously reporting on it, allowing people to progress from curiosity to acceptance, to taking it for granted, so that no one would think the policy was bad.

Even if some people didn't like it, they would simply harbor dislike; they wouldn't vehemently oppose it as if their rights were being violated. Initially, everyone would be incensed the first time their rights were infringed upon, their emotions running high, but with repeated occurrences, it would eventually become inconsequential.

So, newspapers extensively covered Lin Qi's second-hand goods trading auction, making it a regular occurrence and gradually gaining acceptance from those who might not like it.

The newspapers constantly claimed that this was a policy that greatly helped and benefited the people, and local businessman Lin Qi was willing to take on this responsibility. Not only would he sell second-hand goods at relatively reasonable prices, but he would also recycle some of the unused goods in society, allowing these items, which were useless to some, to be transferred to those who needed them.

Spend less money, go through less trouble, that was what the newspapers were advocating, and some people were really interested in it.

Not only the newspapers in Sabin City were saying this, but newspapers in other major cities in the state also began to exert effort, and advertisements for recycling second-hand goods purchased by Lin Qi began to appear.

After a certain period of time, economic trading companies would gradually establish branches in various parts of the state and begin to recycle goods.

This gave many families hope; some of the worthless items they had impulsively purchased now had the chance to turn into money again. In times of economic downturn, this money could help them get by a little longer, making them even more eager for the Interstellar Trading Company to successfully establish itself locally.

Many, many people saw this newspaper, to the extent that even an "old woman" saw it.

The "old woman" appeared to be in her fifties, but she was actually only in her forties.

A woman from an ordinary background could never compare to the ladies in high society; they didn't have the money to care for their skin, care for their bodies, to make themselves look younger.

The burdens of life and the trivialities of life had long made this woman numb; sometimes this numbness, in the eyes of others, seemed more like indifferent coldness.

At this moment, as she looked at the handsome and spirited Lin Qi in the photo, she felt regret for the first time. She had broken up the love between her daughter and this handsome young man. If only she had waited a little longer...

She looked across the table at her daughter, who was gradually becoming a little numb from life's erosion, like seeing herself twenty years ago, and then she silently put down the newspaper.

Neither mother nor daughter said anything, but their gazes both coincidentally lingered on the handsome young man's face in the newspaper, whom they both knew, Lin Qi.

A few minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded, and a burly middle-aged man, yawning, walked out of the room. He scratched his tangled hair and grumbled about getting a buzz cut, saying he didn't have time to groom his hair every day.

Many ordinary families had people like this; they were busy every day, so busy that they may not even be able to take care of themselves, yet they had enough leisure time to lie on the couch for hours, motionless, with cheap food in their arms, laughing stupidly at the flickering TV screen.

The old woman hurriedly brought breakfast for the middle-aged man, a plate of minced meat with a slightly congealed egg on top.

Katherine's culinary skills were inherited from her mother, but a bit better.

The middle-aged man nodded satisfactorily, and as his mouth opened to eat, a nauseating stench emanated from his mouth the moment he opened it.

But he didn't notice it himself; instead, he happily began to enjoy his hearty breakfast.

Adding more meat and eggs to breakfast would make a person energetic throughout the day and strengthen their physical strength.

Most ordinary families had this kind of breakfast, filled with meat.

Those who could enjoy this kind of breakfast were often the backbone of a family; their work mainly consisted of physical labor, and they needed it.

Sometimes people would blindly pursue the so-called "upper-class lifestyle," saying they should eat more vegetables, and maintain healthier habits.

But they always overlooked the huge gap between the upper class and the lower class. At least those who said these things wouldn't tell the public that the people in the upper class didn't need to do heavy physical work.

They also wouldn't tell people that people in the upper class may only work two or three hours a day, spending the rest of their time socializing and networking. They didn't need to eat too much because they could get supplements whenever they needed them.

No one said these things; those people only told everyone to eat less, eat delicacies, avoid consuming meat...

The middle-aged man quickly finished the meat and egg on his plate, and he even tore up a bread roll, using it to wipe up the egg, meat juices, and animal fat on the plate, then stuffed it into his mouth.

When he finished eating, his plate was cleaner than if it had been washed, with no trace of food residue left on it.

After finishing his meal, the middle-aged man glanced disinterestedly at the newspaper, patted his stomach, and went to work, another day no different from any other day.

After the sound of the door being opened and closed heavily came from behind him, the atmosphere in the room seemed to relax slightly.

"I...," the woman wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out of her mouth.

No one could have guessed this would happen; a good-for-nothing kid who didn't even have a job, wandering aimlessly on the streets, could suddenly become the darling of the news. Who could have imagined that?

Before seeing this newspaper, she had never felt that she had done anything wrong. She just wanted her daughter, filled with fantasies, to return to reality, not to pay the price for her naive fantasies due to lack of experience.

She even gave her some time to experience the weight of life, but reality and she, along with her, played a joke.

Katherine stood up expressionlessly, she cleaned up the dishes and utensils her father had used, and took them to the sink to start washing.

There was no sign of regret, happiness, or any other expression on her face, just an ordinary day, so ordinary that she didn't even know about it.

Watching her daughter's silent figure, the woman truly regretted, but there was nothing she could do, nothing she should do.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Katherine arrived at her new workplace with a bag containing personal items worth no more than five bucks.

After her mother brought her back, she changed jobs, working at a new supermarket not far from home.

Since the economic downturn, people seemed to have not noticed that more and more supermarkets were replacing some comprehensive small markets, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for scattered individual vendors to operate. They were no match for these supermarkets at all, forcing them to change their businesses.

At the same time, people were more inclined to shop at supermarkets and convenience stores because things here were cheaper, and there were often promotions, which had a terrifying appeal to families that were already not well-off.

Katherine had experience working in a supermarket, so she easily obtained a job here, as a cashier, similar to her previous job at the supermarket.

The only difference was that she used to stand, but now she could sit down.

After changing into a new set of clothes, she sat down at her workstation, a separate small counter, similar to many others scattered throughout the entire supermarket.

From the moment the supermarket opened its doors, many people streamed in, and she also began her work, constantly checking bills, giving change, and signing receipts...

During the lunch break, a very ordinary young man with a sunny look and enthusiasm on his face found Katherine. He called himself a young man, but he was actually not young anymore; he was twenty-eight years old, which Katherine's mother considered an appropriate life partner.

The young man's conditions were quite good in this era, among the ordinary people. He had his own house, so after marriage, he wouldn't need to live with his parents.

He also worked in this supermarket, as an accountant, with a good salary.

So far, he hadn't gotten married for a reason; first, he was a bit short, not even five feet three inches, a fact that he outright denied.

Secondly, he would stutter when he got nervous, especially when faced with the opposite sex, making it difficult for him to find a suitable partner despite his decent conditions.

This time, his target was Katherine; he didn't care about Katherine's past. After all, who didn't have a past?

Moreover, considering girls as beautiful as Katherine, if he were to concern himself with their past lives, he likely wouldn't expect to marry equally beautiful girls in this lifetime. This young man's clarity of thought was evident.

Furthermore, Katherine was only twenty years old this year, even if she had some past, it wouldn't last long, it was just the process of becoming mature, and it couldn't even be considered experience.

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