Chapter 1002

Ambassador Ka Xi Ya sat on the chair in the office.

The back of the chair is very soft, and some new materials of the Federation are used inside; it is said that it is somewhat similar to a certain animal; as for how it is made, Ambassador Ka Xi Ya is not an expert in this area.

But he knows that these chairs are very comfortable to sit on.

The filler behind the seat cushion and the back of the chair is not the relatively rigid cotton of the past; at first, there will be a good experience, but after using it for a slightly longer time, it will become solid.

Now this kind of filling material can ensure that these soft places can always have high resilience and softness; in short, it is very comfortable.

The sunlight outside the window shines on him through the window, and the heating in the room also isolates the cold outside the window; the coffee on the table is still rising with heat.

On a pastry plate placed beside the coffee tray, seven or eight kinds of pastries are put together.

Further to the side are some documents; Die Ge obviously has not completely admitted defeat; he asked Ambassador Ka Xi Ya to find a way to contact the Federation's high-level directly to see if there are other ways to "peace talks."

An ordinary day.

Recently, Ambassador Ka Xi Ya has also been a bit anxious; the reason for the anxiety is that the situation in the country is changing too fast.

One moment the anti-government armed forces are "approaching Zhuo Lan and posing a huge threat to the La Pa government," and the next moment it is "the government army has successfully defeated the conspiracy of the anti-government armed forces and advanced again"; the intensity of the war is no less than the war breaking out on the Tan Fei Te continent.

Perhaps those people in the country don't know where La Pa will eventually go, but he has already foreseen it.

Federation people rarely discuss the situation in La Pa, as if they really don't care about La Pa.

But he knows that the ending of La Pa is already doomed; the moment some people, those ambitious people, put it as a bargaining chip on the huge gambling table of the world, its ending must be doomed.

The problem that makes Ambassador Ka Xi Ya feel anxious comes from here.

Once La Pa is completely annexed by the Federation, he, this ambassador, will become worthless.

The best destination for worthless people is the garbage dump.

He didn't have this view before, until he came to the Federation.

There are many such situations in the Federation.

A valuable person will be valued and reused by the company; he can become the company's management, partner, or even shareholder.

But when he cannot bring benefits to the company and has no value himself, he will be kicked out immediately and be with those homeless people outside.

The reality of the Federation people makes him feel some fear; if he loses this status of "diplomatic ambassador," what else can he do?

He picked up the coffee and took a sip; the coffee at more than thirty dollars a pound makes it difficult for even the pickiest person to pick out any big problems.

Can he still use it as a part of his life like now in the future, instead of luxury goods or something?

After losing income, how will he maintain the huge expenses of his family?

How can he make money to ensure that their quality of life will not change?

Now he is anxious about these things; with the development of some things, he feels that the "end point" of La Pa is not too far away.

Perhaps he should talk to Lanse; maybe Lanse can give him some suggestions.

Just when he was worried about the invisible future, some noisy sounds came from outside, coming from the bar side.

According to Lanse's design, a large part of the entire embassy was transferred to the bar, so the bar itself is also part of the embassy's operation.

Just like some embassies will have special shops, selling some specialties of their own country, or promoting some customs and feelings of their own country.

It seems very normal for the La Pa embassy to open a bar inside.

Now many embassies have opened bars.

This practice avoids the prohibition very well, and it really makes money.

However, there are not many embassies that can be persuaded to open a bar in the embassy, and the La Pa embassy is one of them.

He never manages the bar's business; those have nothing to do with him.

Sometimes people will make trouble at the bar; after all, business places like bars cannot be separated from these; there will always be some people who overestimate their drinking capacity and underestimate their unreasonable trouble-making.

Ambassador Ka Xi Ya put down the coffee and walked to the window, trying to look over to the other side as much as possible.

He was embarrassed to open the window and stick his head out to look; that was a bit too... unseemly; after all, he is a diplomatic ambassador, not an ordinary person who wants to watch the fun.

Although watching the fun is human nature, it is also his nature.

He is not worried that these people will cause big things; this is New Jincheng, the police arrive very quickly; secondly, the bar belongs to Lanse, and there are many thugs inside.

Before, everyone who came to make trouble would eventually be beaten severely and then thrown onto the road outside; this time is probably no exception.

In the bar, more than a dozen people making trouble were pressed to the ground, and the whole bar was a mess.

These people suddenly started attacking the people around them after drinking too much, and used things around them, such as chairs, stools, or whatever, to start smashing the equipment in the bar.

In a very short time, the bar completely fell into chaos.

The bar manager immediately let the thugs start to act, but there were many people making trouble, and soon some guests fled out.

The remaining ones also gathered on the edge, seeming to watch the fun.

Federation people like to watch the fun; anyway, it is not their loss, why not love to watch the fun?

After more than ten minutes of control, these people were all pressed to the ground.

Lanse raised the security power of the bar by more than one level after letting Ma Duoer beat Peiji.

Now it is a special situation; Congress also warned them before that they cannot fight until the war ends, so he is not worried that the Peileisi family members will risk offending Congress to fight with him.

At the same time, he is also not worried that the Peileisi family members will go to the south, to La Ka Lai state to find trouble with him; if they really did that, Lanse would only thank them for their stupidity.

So thinking about it, if these people want to retaliate against him, the only way they can find in New Jincheng is the bar in the embassy.

Lanse arranged more security power, and soon controlled the situation.

But what he didn't expect was that these people were not mainly smashing the bar.

What they really made Lanse feel disgusted was that they indiscriminately attacked the guests around them.

The guests were injured and frightened, and they might not come again next time, which shows that the person who made this decision still has some brains.

Fortunately, people are now controlled; the manager was panting, and he also joined the battle just now.

He looked around, looking at the messy bar, he was a bit irritable, irritable to the point of wanting to kill these people.

But before that, he still had to say a word to Lanse.

Lanse has his own fixed residence in New Jincheng; after the phone was transferred twice, he found Lanse who was outside.

"What happened?" The moment Lanse's gentle voice appeared in the receiver, the manager's emotions got some relaxation.

He sorted out his thoughts and said, "People from the Peileisi family came to the bar to make trouble; they indiscriminately attacked our guests and smashed our bar."

When hearing the manager's description, Lanse was also surprised by their choice, "Indiscriminately attacked our guests?"

"How are these guests now? Are they injured?"

The manager was a bit depressed, "Yes, many people were injured, and there are several with relatively heavy injuries; I have already sent them to the hospital."

"Well done, we will pay for all medical expenses; tell them not to worry about the treatment expenses; we will give them an explanation."

"What about those people?"

"Were they caught?"

Manager: "Yes, they have been controlled and are still in the bar."

"Very good, I will come later."

Lanse hung up the phone, apologized to a few friends who were chatting, and prepared to leave.

Chatting with him were a few Imperial immigrant merchants from Jin Zhou. Lanse now has high prestige among the Imperial people, even in New Jincheng.

These Imperial merchants invited Lanse, the purpose is to pull a relationship with Lanse, and they might need Lanse's help when necessary.

When they really need help, they go to Lanse, which is definitely not as good as contacting feelings more when there is nothing to do.

Lanse's attitude toward these Imperial merchants is also very good; in his view, these are influences.

These Imperial merchants are chatting hotly with Lanse; they are chatting about investing in La Pa and Xiang Xiang Yalan regions, and Lanse supports them very much in doing so.

Now there are great discounts in Federation policies, such as tax rebates, and such as subsidies, etc.; the same commodity sold for one dollar in the Federation may only have small profits.

But selling at eighty cents in the Xiang Xiang Yalan region produces higher profits than in the Federation itself, so many people are considering doing business in Xiang Xiang Yalan now.

It's just that Xiang Xiang Yalan is also a bit chaotic now; these people have not been able to make a decision; it just so happens to chat with Lanse this time and listen to his opinions.

Lanse certainly hopes they can go over; this will not only activate the market but also make that side more "Federation-ized," which is a good help for promoting ordinary people to accept the Federation.

But now, he has more urgent things to leave for a while; other merchants naturally asked if he needed any help, and they were all rejected by Lanse.

After wasting two minutes here again, Lanse left by car.

New Jincheng is very blocked; it is about to be New Year again, so the flow of people and traffic is many times more than usual; after twenty minutes, Lanse's car entered the parking lot of the La Pa embassy.

When he entered the bar, those people were already standing in a row against the wall.

Lanse family members and some employees in the bar were still cleaning up; there were broken glass everywhere, and the ground was also wet, especially near the bar, emitting a rich wine fragrance.

Seeing Lanse coming, people stopped their work for a while, and some people who hadn't left also had some interest.

They were waiting for Lanse's arrival, wanting to see how Lanse would deal with these people.

For these bystanders, Lanse let people invite them all out; the next things were not for them to continue watching.

Some people were not very willing, but after seeing those people take out weapons, they were willing.

The bar door was closed like this; just a closing action made those people caught in the bar feel some heavy pressure.

The door to the bright world was closed, and the entire bar fell into a feeling of being shrouded in shadows.

Lanse dragged a chair and sat in front of these people; he crossed his legs and put his hands on his legs, "Can you tell me who let you come?"

"And who let you attack the guests in my bar?"

These people looked at me and I looked at you, and no one spoke.

The Peileisi family can become one of the Federation's Five Great Families, absolutely not because they are how shiny.

People who betray the family cannot live, which is the consensus within the Peileisi family.

They have deep backgrounds like Lanse, and they also have many connections with Congress, the Senate, and the House of Representatives, which means they can easily reach their black hands into detention rooms or prisons.

It's not that no one has betrayed the Peileisi family, but those who betrayed have eventually become the past tense.

Fu Lan doesn't like traitors very much, and the previous family boss was also like this; the end of traitors can be said to be worse than death.

This foreseeable end made these caught people refuse to answer Lanse's questions.

Lanse smiled, "I like tough people."

He put down his crossed legs, put his hands on his knees, leaned forward and exerted a little force, supporting himself to stand up.

He walked to the side of the garbage that was piled up and ready to be processed, picked up a stick, the thickness of a child's arm, a table leg, because the table was broken and crooked, so it also fell off.

This table leg felt very comfortable in his hand, very handy; he walked to the first person, a young man of twenty-four or twenty-five, a bit nervous.

"Are you their leader?" Lanse asked.

He didn't want to guess one by one, so the best way was to ask directly.

The young man suddenly spat a mouthful of saliva on Lanse's collar; Lanse looked down, not thick phlegm, just a breakthrough, white, composed of many bubbles, and was continuously flowing down along the collar.

Then he looked up at the young man and said expressionlessly, "You dirtied my clothes and haven't answered my question yet."

The young man took a deep breath and turned his head away from Lanse, as if he was expressing his attitude in this way.

Lanse found it funny; he didn't do it directly, but asked with a bit of curiosity, "Is your surname Peileisi?"

The young man looked at him and shifted his gaze away again.

Lanse looked at the person beside him, "Is his surname Peileisi?"

The other young man he asked was stunned for a moment, but soon subconsciously shook his head.

Lanse's gaze returned to the guy who spat on him, "You are not a person with the surname Peileisi; why do you do things you shouldn't do?"

Without waiting for the young man to answer, he suddenly raised the table leg in his hand and slammed it on his head.

Just like this, the young man who was absolutely not bowing his head and absolutely not compromising just now slumped on the ground, and his limbs were stiff, and he began to twitch.

His brain received a violent heavy blow, and his body began to produce a self-protection and instinctive measure, but this was not an accident, and its response measure had no meaning.

Lanse slightly spread his legs and continuously waved the table leg in his hand; the sound of beating also changed from the "dong dong" sound of wood and bone colliding at the beginning to the "pa pa" sound of beating a wet towel.

Everyone looked at Lanse who was continuously splashed with blood, and the young man who trembled every time he was beaten with a table leg, and a huge pressure descended on them in an instant.

I don't know how many times he hit, Lanse's coat was splashed with a lot of blood, and then he stood up straight again with a sigh of relief.

He put the table leg on the bar beside him, and then took out the slightly yellow silver cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette from it, and lit it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smoke lingered in front of him; no one dared to look directly into his eyes.

He waved his hand, "Deal with it."

A young Lanse family member walked out; he walked to the young man's side, touched his carotid artery, and then dragged one of the other's legs toward the back kitchen.

There is a way to deal with corpses there.

For gangs, especially mature gangs, corpses are actually the easiest things to deal with.

Lanse looked at the second person, "Who is your leader? Is he here?"

Perhaps it was because a friend died in front of him so simply, the second young man was trembling all over.

It was very difficult for him to control himself not to look at one of them, and the person he looked at also had a dramatic change in his face, and he even cursed, "Fuck..."

Lanse patted the cheek of the second trembling young man and said with a smile, "Gu De Bao."

He was clearly smiling, but in the young man's eyes, it was a devil's smile.

He couldn't hold it anymore and peed a little; it was too fucking scary!

The Peileisi family has been famous for a long time, and few people will take the initiative to deal with them like this, especially in New Jincheng.

These people are nominally called gangs, but in fact, they are much worse than those "country gangs" in their eyes!

When Lanse came to the person who led them, the latter was already sweating with nervousness; he looked at Lanse, fearful, and wanted to force himself not to be afraid.

Lanse looked him up and down, "Is your surname Peileisi?"

The leader was silent for a few seconds; seeing Lanse go to take the table leg, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "No, my surname is not Peileisi."

Lanse carried the table leg in his right hand and held a cigarette in his left hand, walking over from the side of the bar; while walking, he asked, "You don't have the surname Peileisi, and you are still so desperate; tell me, are you mean?"