Blackstone Code

Watching the young men running and colliding on the field, Lynch quickly noticed something off. These young men were missing a certain... feeling he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Right, it was agility. They lacked agility. Unlike top-tier professional athletes who displayed stunning, almost divine performances on the field, these young men seemed rigid and mechanical, executing commands with the precision of assembly line workers.

Maybe Lynch's serious gaze made Mo realize that this young man wasn't easy to fool, and he started to get a bit nervous.

"Is there a problem?" Mo asked.

Lynch turned to glance at Mo. He trusted Mo's coaching skills. Through other channels, mainly Ferrell, he had learned what level of competence was required to coach at a university football league school, and this reassured him about Mo. However, when there was a problem, it needed to be addressed or clarified.

Lynch straightforwardly asked, "They seem very rigid."

This question made Mo breathe a sigh of relief, and he patiently began to explain, "Lower leagues don't require personal skills, Mr. Chairman."

"The matches we often see are high-level professional leagues, which actually include many blue-overall players and benchwarmers. These players also do not need to showcase any individual skills."

"They just need to follow the initial tactical plan and train the plays centered around a few star players."

"In lower leagues, we won't encounter any star players, so the competition lies in the coach's tactical approach and the players' execution capabilities."

Mo spoke with some pride and satisfaction. "These boys have excellent physical conditions and strong execution abilities..." As he spoke, Mo shouted some command to the assistant coach on the sidelines. The assistant coach immediately relayed it, and the rigid movements on the field changed dramatically after the next kickoff.

The same opening, but with different running and passing strategies, different blocking and interceptions, everything was methodical, and the collisions were more intense.

Mo sighed, "These boys aren't afraid of injuries affecting their careers, nor are they distracted by other factors. They're cheap and efficient. Once we move to lower-level professional leagues, we can identify some talented athletes and develop them into our own stars."

"Then, we can build new tactics around these stars, ensuring we face fewer problems in lower and middle professional leagues."

Lynch understood, "They are all disposable."

Mo smiled but said nothing, his smile acknowledging Lynch's statement.

These young men were indeed disposable. Their efficiency in executing tactics was due to their lack of fear of injury and their lack of aspirations to become stars. They had more fighting spirit than those who came out of university leagues, who were already campus stars or even national star players during universities.

These young men didn't hesitate to make collisions that others wouldn't dare to; all they thought about was staying on the field to earn more wages.

And those star players with personal skills and abilities would first consider if such collisions would affect their future careers.

Lynch's words might not have been pleasant, but he had hit the nail on the head.

With such a rational and strict coach, Lynch was full of confidence in this team. He turned to Kane, "Go meet with the Athletes' Association and arrange some suitable opponents for the preseason games."

Kane looked troubled, "The people at the Athletes' Association are hard to deal with. Every time I go to them, they always find excuses to kick me out..."

Hearing this, Lynch couldn't help but laugh. He patted Kane on the arm and said, "That's because every time you went before, it was to ask them for money. Now you're going to give them money. They'll treat you like the most honored guest."

Previously, the club was in a semi-abandoned state, with the Athletes' Association maintaining only the most basic wage guarantees. Naturally, Kane had become the least welcome person at the Athletes' Association, always going there to get that money.

But this time, he was going on behalf of the Interstellar Professional Sports Club to donate to the Athletes' Association, showing Mr. Lynch, the club chairman's support for sports.

So, when arranging opponents, a little technical adjustment would be a matter of course, wouldn't it?

Seeing Kane start to understand, Lynch continued, "Next month, a lot of important people will be watching the games. I want us not only to play well but also to win, which is crucial for our future development."

He glanced at Kane and Mo. With some societal issues arising, some things needed to be scheduled. Entertainment's narcotic effect was evidently one of the best ways.

It was said that this year's Film and Television Content Review Committee had relaxed its standards, allowing local TV stations nationwide to increase more adult channels and programs. The Social Service Bureau had also tacitly permitted some phone voice services that were previously forbidden or strictly monitored.

Shifting the public's attention from societal changes and making them feel happy was the latest specific requirement from the cabinet and congress.

Therefore, sports, seen as representing a city's image and the spirit of the people in the region, had become a priority, with more resources and funding.

When the preseason started next month, not only would the mayor personally attend to cheer for the team, but some celebrities and wealthy people from Sabin City would also be there to support the team.

Although losing wouldn't be a big deal, wouldn't winning be better? Because then, the city hall would launch a new round of publicity to promote the development of cultural and sports undertakings.

As for the female athletes, Lynch only glanced at them before turning away. "Get someone to design some gear more suitable for female physical qualities. Make it look lighter and simpler than the men's, and also highlight some feminine beauty."

"They're dressed too conservatively to attract the audience's attention. Do you get my point?"

Mo didn't mind, as he was just a coach responsible for arranging training and match tactics. Kane, however, was troubled. "That might make some players quit. They'll see it as disrespectful to women."

Lynch scoffed, "Do you think seeing a dog's buttock makes you a pervert?"

Kane shook his head. No one would think that just from seeing a dog.

Lynch asked again, "Then do you think a naked dog seeing you would think you're a pervert?"

Kane shook his head again. "Why would it think that?"

Lynch's smile broadened. "Why do you think it wouldn't? When you think something is dirty, it's your heart that's dirty. So you see everything as dirty. But I don't think it's a big deal."

"Showing the female body doesn't conflict with sports. This is way more than what female bodybuilders on TV wear. At least the audience doesn't have to pull apart their buttocks to see their underwear.(1)"

"You don't find anything dirty watching bodybuilding competitions. Now we're just asking our girls to wear less, and you're worried some people can't handle it?"

Lynch warned, "Do as I say. And I don't want to hear about any romantic entanglements within the coaching staff or athletes. If anyone dates or gets pregnant, causing a scandal, kick them out."

Kane was troubled. In a country full of free spirit, not allowing people to freely date was obviously inappropriate. Lynch was being too strict.

"It's illegal, and our contracts with the athletes don't allow us to do that."

Lynch gave him a look, "Then draft a supplementary contract for them to sign. If they don't, find a suitable excuse to fire them or make them resign..."

Leaving the club, Lynch felt both mentally and physically pleased. This was the greatest joy for a capitalist, to control others' work and lives through wealth. But it was also a responsibility because he had to support more lives.

Balancing power and duty was what a true capitalist should do, not just pursue power and ignore duty.

Meanwhile, two young men, about twenty-four or twenty-five, walked into an antique shop carrying a travel bag. The owner, studying his treasures, gently opened a drawer with a handgun inside, with the safety off.

Dealing in antiques often involved encountering criminals. Most antique shops were fences for stolen goods. As long as it was not something the police were after or extremely valuable, they wouldn't report it but rather make a deal to earn some money.

After all, everyone had tough days.

Some people might be reasonable, while others might plan to rob the shop. So the owner was always prepared.

His hand on the gun, his expression unchanged, he looked at the two, "How can I help you?"

One stayed at the door while the other approached the counter with the travel bag, making the owner lean back a bit. His other hand pressed on the counter, where a five-millimeter thick steel plate was hidden. Usually, it protected the items inside the counter, but it could also block bullets if necessary.

"I have some things here. See how much they're worth." The young man didn't notice the changes in the owner's demeanor and placed some items on the table. This made the owner relax a bit.

He looked at the items on the table, instantly recognizing them as stolen goods.

Among them were a set of pure silver candle stands, an ivory comb, and some other silver items.

He casually fiddled with them, showing a regretful and disdainful expression, "These things aren't worth much."Please vote for this novel at https://www.novelupdates.com/series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link

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