Chapter 102: Different perspectives lead to different attitudes

Mr. White looked at Lanse, somewhat unsure of how to address him. Lanse took the initiative to resolve this dilemma for him: "Just call me Lanse."

He walked into the courtyard and took out a cigarette. "Want one?"

Mr. White looked at the exquisite packaging and nodded. "Of course..." He looked at Lanse, somewhat cautiously. "Lanse?"

Lanse had neither liking nor dislike for Mr. White. If one were to quantify favorability, he had achieved a passing grade.

Because when Lanse exploited a loophole to obtain the identity of a federal citizen, Mr. White had agreed to his operation. Not everyone could accept someone coming to replace their own child's identity to live in this world.

For some people who are particularly sentimental, this is something completely unacceptable, even if they are not wealthy!

Because once this is done, it means that the child who might still be alive is, in their perception, completely dead. This is very hard for people to accept.

The moment they haven't seen the child's body, almost most parents will not, and are unwilling to admit that their child is already dead.

They believe that the child is just living in another place, and they are still living in the same world.

So Mr. White got at least a passing grade.

"Yes, this is very good." He walked to Mr. White's side, took out two for himself, and gave the rest to him. "Officer Braiden said you were looking for me."

Mr. White took the cigarette, also took one out, and then stuffed the rest into his pocket. "I don't have your contact information, so I could only ask Officer Braiden to contact you."

Lanse patted his head. "I forgot about this. Do you have paper and a pen here?"

"Yes."

Lanse wrote down a phone number for him. Because they were about to move to a new house, the previous phone would no longer be used. At the same time, he also left him the phone numbers of both companies.

"Sometimes if you can't reach me, you can ask them to pass the message to me. I will know."

"Then... you..." He looked at Mr. White, signaling him to state his purpose for finding him.

Mr. White reacted after a while. "I'm a bit embarrassed to say it, but I want to borrow some money, Lanse."

"Borrow some money?"

Mr. White looked back at the pitch-black window. "My wife is sick, and I need to get her medical treatment."

Lanse didn't ask if the previous two hundred dollars had been used up; he just inquired about Mrs. White's situation. "What happened to her?"

Mr. White looked very calm. "She stepped into empty air when she went to the basement, fell down, suffered multiple fractures, and is on the verge of death."

"The money you gave me before has been used up. The doctor told me that if I can't pay the remaining money, they might stop the treatment."

Lanse was puzzled after hearing this. "Don't you have insurance?"

Mr. White shook his head slightly. "She doesn't."

It was indeed a troublesome matter. "Is she in the hospital now?"

"How much do you need?" Lanse smoked while walking toward the back of the house. This was the front facing the street, and although the sun was not as intense as it had been in the past two months,

it was still somewhat dry and uncomfortable when it shone on people. There was a small grove behind the courtyard, as well as quite a few low shrubs, and it was much cooler under the shade of the trees.

What made Lanse feel a bit strange was that the lawn and shrubs in the front yard were trimmed neatly, but the backyard appeared somewhat messy.

Quite a few leaves had fallen on the ground, and some leaves had even started to rot, yet no one was cleaning this place.

Fortunately, the lawn here was not lush, otherwise there would be no place to step.

The cool air coming from under the shade of the trees made people feel comfortable, although he hadn't walked over yet.

"Wait!" Watching Lanse walk toward the backyard, Mr. White suddenly shouted. Lanse stopped his steps, turned his head, and looked at him somewhat strangely. He paused for a moment. "I mean we can go inside and sit to talk."

Lanse also glanced at the pitch-black house and frowned slightly. He just stood on the side without leaving that spot; there was also a bit of shade here.

"No, I have things to do later. Just tell me how much money you need."

"About three hundred dollars. Sorry, I will pay you back."

Lanse took a deep breath of smoke. "Listen, Mr. White, I will have someone go to the hospital to visit Mrs. White. This money is for Mrs. White's treatment."

"If you lied to me, you will get into trouble. I hate being defrauded or extorted. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mr. White looked as if he was a bit scared, nodding. "Of course, I promise."

Lanse stared into his eyes for a while, signed a check for three hundred and fifty dollars, and handed it over. "Use the rest to get some good food for Mrs. White, fruit, beef. Tell her that when the things I'm busy with during this period stop, I will go visit her."

Regardless of Mr. White's thousand thanks, Lanse returned to the car.

He looked at the back of Mr. White as he walked into the room, vaguely feeling that something was a bit strange.

A shadow flashed past the window on the second floor. When Lanse looked again, there was nothing. He rubbed his eyes; perhaps the sun was too bright and he was dazzled.

He didn't take this matter to heart, letting Mo Lisi go for a trip to see if Mr. White had lied.

If he lied and intended to use the matter of his identity to blackmail him, then the experts would continue to be puzzled as to why the water level of Angel Lake would continue to rise this year.

He had a simple meal at the company at noon. He found Xiao En and asked them to write a notice at the company entrance. The general meaning was that illegal immigrant workers registered at the Wanli Laowusuo must wear a uniform.

Of course, this uniform was free, but limited to the first set.

If they lost the clothes, then they must buy a new set themselves to work, and the price was one dollar per set.

This price was not considered expensive, but it was definitely not very cheap either. Compared to the alleys at the entrance of the port area, those clothes stolen from who knows where that only cost twenty or thirty cents each, one dollar per set was indeed not cheap.

Over there, one dollar could buy at least three pieces of clothing!

But considering that one set would be issued for free, some people who had just seen this news were still quite happy. This measure would be implemented starting from the middle of November.

Lanse simply talked about his thoughts with others. Given their blind trust in Lanse, they all thought there was no problem with this.

After eating and sleeping for a while at noon, at around two o'clock in the afternoon, Lanse arrived at Director Du Ke's office.

Seeing this old man this time, he appeared even more haggard.

Clearly, from the outside, he looked no different from the past, but one could just feel that the twilight air on him had increased, and he had also become somewhat... decadent.

"Lanse, please sit." Director Du Ke used "please." He looked at the assistant. "Pour us some wine."

The assistant walked to the bar, and Lanse sat on the sofa, right opposite Director Du Ke. "You don't look very well. Did something bad happen?"

Director Du Ke sighed heavily. "More than just not well?"

The assistant walked over with two glasses of wine. Both of them said "thank you." Director Du Ke picked it up and took a small sip. "I encountered a big trouble, for which I might lose a large sum of money."

"Actually, money is a small matter. What really hit me is the attitude of the federal people."

"I don't know who to believe, and who can provide me with some help. I thought about it, and finally thought of you."

He looked at Lanse, and Lanse maintained a reserved smile. "If even a big shot like you can't solve it, then a small fry like me has even less of a way."

Director Du Ke didn't speak and took another small sip of wine. "Let's talk about my trouble first."

"Please speak."

He roughly explained the ins and outs of the matter. "That rainstorm was too big. They were just delayed on the road for a while, and the wine was transported away."

"Lanse, this matter, including you, only four people know. I hope..."

Lanse immediately promised, "No one else will know." The light in his eyes flowed endlessly. He didn't expect that batch of wine to be Angel Lake's, and it was mortgaged to Director Du Ke.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, but it wasn't good to laugh out loud at this time, so he could only hold it in. "So your problem now is, they want this batch of wine, but you can't produce it?"

Director Du Ke nodded forcefully, finished the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then looked at the assistant. "Give me another glass."

The assistant was a bit hesitant. "This is your fourth glass this afternoon."

"Go pour it for me." He rarely increased his tone. The imperial people particularly liked to pay attention to upbringing; perhaps this was where he lost to the federal people—the federal people were more shameless.

The assistant had no choice and poured him a little more, but only a little, not much.

Lanse leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, thinking. No one urged him, but obviously, as time passed, Director Du Ke began to gradually become disappointed.

But thinking about it, it was also true. For such a matter, how could a young person like Lanse solve it?

Just when he intended to say "Thank you for coming, although you didn't help, thank you for keeping me company for a while, it made me feel better," and end this conversation, Lanse suddenly said, "Actually, from my perspective, this matter is very simple to solve."

"Since that batch of wine didn't exist from the beginning, then just let it continue to disappear."

Director Du Ke suddenly gained some spirit. "Can you tell me in detail?"

He looked at the smile on Lanse's face and subconsciously said, "I will pay you some price."

Originally, Lanse intended to provide him with this idea for free. After all... he had already received four hundred and sixty thousand. Logically speaking, Director Du Ke had already paid this money.

But now that he took the initiative to give it, Lanse couldn't refuse, right?

That would be unreasonable instead.

However, he didn't ask how much money either. More is not too much, less is not too little, but Director Du Ke definitely wouldn't give too little.

"Director Du Ke, thank you for your generosity."

"Since they transferred the empty warehouse to you without responsibility, then you can also transfer the empty warehouse to them without responsibility."

Looking at Director Du Ke's puzzled eyes, Lanse lowered his voice slightly. "After transferring the ownership, set a fire..."

"You know, wine is flammable. You only need to pay for some empty bottles."

Director Du Ke's eyes went from puzzled to terrified, taking less than two seconds.

The assistant also looked at Lanse in shock, as if saying, "You are definitely crazy..." ===== CHAPTER 103 =====