Chapter 105: Do it now

That Director Du Ke will be a urinal, Lanse has a premonition.

If he really had the guts to lift the table and stop playing, he wouldn't have been blackmailed for hundreds of thousands back and forth without doing anything.

He always wants not to be implicated in these things, and then mix into the upper class, and then consider taking back the things lost in the process of rising.

But he ignored one point: the federal upper class is always just the federal people's, not the outsiders', not the immigrants'.

No matter how flowery they speak, just look at how many first and second-generation immigrants are in the Senate.

Think again, how many immigrants have become the federal president, and you will understand.

They are always shouting that everyone is equal, but they are doing unequal things.

This is actually like fishing. If you don't bait, how can you lure the fish over?

After the fish is lured over, you as the angler definitely don't intend to be friends with the fish, just thinking about feeding it; what you want is to hook it up.

The federal upper class is the same.

The more Director Du Ke wants to be decent, the less decent he will be in the end, but this has nothing to do with Lanse.

He has already given the optimal solution, violently lifting the table, and gently lifting the table, but Director Du Ke chose to lie down, having a daydream of "one day," so let him go.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep, even if you stab him until he bleeds.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of debt rights in his hand, some debt rights are easier to demand, and some are harder to demand. He will sort them out first, and then in order, put this money into his own pocket.

Just when he was looking at these documents, suddenly Yisen ran in with big strides and pushed open the office door directly.

Seemingly looking at him sideways, as if asking "why didn't you knock."

"Elvin was beaten at the dock, heard he fainted."

He has the best relationship with Elvin. At this time, his eye sockets are red. It's not that he wants to cry, purely because of anger, his eyes are red. He just wants to kill now!

Lanse paused for a moment, then got up and walked to the safe, opened the safe, put the documents in, and at the same time took out the pistol inside.

"Call people, let's go see..."

Some people heard that Elvin was beaten and all wanted to go. Lanse selected some of them, and everyone drove four cars and arrived at the dock in about ten minutes.

At this time, Elvin had already woken up, but the situation looked very bad, curled up on the roadside, his expression somewhat painful.

The people around him saw so many cars coming, first startled, but soon saw in the afterglow of the setting sun that it was Lanse and these people, so they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where does it hurt?" Lanse walked to his side and checked his situation. His cheek was swollen, there was a wound on his face, it should be a penetrating wound.

He covered his stomach, which made Lanse's expression somewhat solemn.

"My stomach..."

Lanse looked at Yisen. "Carry him to the car, let's go to the hospital." Saying that, he looked at the people around. "Who knows what happened, come with us."

Some people were afraid of causing trouble and took the initiative to step back, but some were not afraid of trouble, and several people wanted to come up.

Lanse pointed to one at random. "You come with us."

That person revealed some smiles on his face, but soon realized that he shouldn't laugh at this time, tried his best to maintain a serious nod, and got in the car.

There is a hospital not far from the dock, but it is not a well-known large hospital. Those medical groups all know that workers on the dock have no money and can't squeeze out any oil.

In New Jincheng, the best medical resources are concentrated in the Bay Area. That place is full of villas, full of rich people, and only these rich people are willing to pay countless money for their health.

After arriving at the hospital, Yisen carried Elvin directly to the emergency room. The emergency doctor checked it very responsibly, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Who among you can be responsible?"

A large group of people around gathered around, which made the doctor a bit scared. "Send someone who can be responsible to talk to me."

Lanse let them step back some distance, stood beside the doctor, and handed twenty dollars over. "What is the situation with my friend now."

The doctor didn't know what to do. Lanse inserted the money directly into his chest pocket. The doctor then reacted. "There is a good news and a..."

Twenty dollars made him feel good. He intended to play a small joke of good news and bad news with Lanse, but looking at Lanse's eyes that were about to kill, he gave up.

"Your friend's intestines might have some problems."

He originally wanted to say that he hadn't died in ten minutes, which shows that the internal injury is not heavy, but considering the appearance of these people, he still decided to tell the truth.

"So surgery is needed?" Lanse asked.

The doctor nodded. "We can do it here, but the surgery fee is not cheap. I want to know if your friend has social security."

Lanse shook his head. Elvin is still a black household until now, how could he have social security?

"About how much money?"

The doctor pursed his lips. "If our own doctors do it, it's about one thousand to one thousand two hundred dollars. If you want well-known doctors from those large hospitals in the Bay Area to do it, it needs about four thousand five hundred dollars."

The people behind Lanse all gasped. Just the one thousand dollar surgery fee had already shocked them so much that they couldn't speak.

Not to mention that the well-known doctor actually needed four thousand five hundred dollars, so calculating it this way, the fee for these well-known doctors is three thousand five hundred dollars?

Actually, they are not very well-known doctors, can only say they are slightly famous, have skilled surgical techniques, and at the same time are willing to come out to earn some money.

Those truly well-known surgical doctors don't lack this bit of money at all, and won't look for work outside.

Considering the outrageous surgery quality of this era, Lanse asked him to make an appointment for the so-called well-known doctor.

Then asked Yisen to return to the company and take five thousand dollars over.

The doctor almost laughed out loud when he heard this sentence!

Although the big head was earned by the outside doctor, this is also several hundred more than what they do themselves!

"No problem, sir, I will arrange it immediately."

He also doesn't ask if this person is an illegal immigrant or something, as long as there is money to earn.

At this time, Lanse finally had time. He looked at the young man who followed them over with a face of shock. "What is your name?"

"Alan, Mr. Lanse."

"Okay, Alan, tell me what happened?"

The young man roughly explained what happened. When someone heard that the guy named Hammer directly gave Elvin a punch and also gave him a kick, he couldn't help but give a heavy punch on the hospital wall!

The loud bang made the people around look toward this side, but soon moved away under some scary gazes.

"Good lad, you can go back." Lanse took out a twenty-dollar banknote and stuffed it into his pocket, but this guy didn't leave.

"Do you have other things?" Lanse asked, he is a bit irritable now.

Alan swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Mr. Lanse, I want to join your family."

Lanse paused for a moment, then smiled and grabbed Alan's back neck and pinched it. "Now you are already my family, go back and sleep, come to the office to find me tomorrow morning."

Alan was so surprised that his eyes were almost shining. "Mr. Lanse..."

"Call me Lanse."

"Lanse, I can stay here, I can help you a little bit, no matter what!"

Lanse didn't dampen his enthusiasm and let him stay.

Soon a doctor came over, also bringing two nurses. From this perspective, these four thousand five hundred dollars... are still very expensive!

But fortunately, Lanse had a large income recently, he can afford it.

The doctor simply understood the situation and judged that it was the same as the doctor here.

"If it is a ruptured spleen or other ruptured internal organs, he wouldn't have lasted until coming to the hospital. It is very likely that the intestines are twisted."

"Is the operating room cleared?" After getting an affirmative answer, and at the same time putting the money into the bag, the doctor shook hands with Lanse. "I will try my best."

Saying that, he entered the operating room.

The entire surgery lasted about forty minutes. When the doctor came out, he was smiling, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

He took off his mask. "His intestines twisted a few times because of external force. I opened his abdomen and straightened the messy intestines, then stuffed them back. He will wake up soon."

"Such a situation does not need special nursing. I told the doctor here about the precautions, and they will do as told."

"He will be able to walk or do some simple things soon, but if he wants to fully recover, it might take two or three months."

Lanse also revealed a smile and shook hands with the doctor again. "Thank you for your assistance, can you give me a business card?"

"If there is a need, I can contact you directly."

The doctor paused for a moment, but carefully looked at Lanse and those people around him, and finally decided to leave a business card, and at the same time said, "If it is a medical problem, you can find me, but don't bring trouble to me."

Lanse shook hands forcefully. "I promise!"

Two hours later, Elvin woke up from anesthesia. He looked at Lanse beside the bed and the angry Yisen, revealing a smile. "Sorry, I messed up this time."

Lanse shook his head. "Rest well, tell me his name."

"Hammer!"

A large group of people left like this, leaving Alan and another person to take care of him. Standing at the hospital entrance, Lanse lit a cigarette. "I know the best way is to go to the dock to wait for him tomorrow morning. This is a rational way, he can't run away."

"But from my personal emotional venting and emotional perspective, this grudge, I don't want to wait until tomorrow!"

The twenty-odd people around stood quietly, looking at him.

Lanse looked into each of their eyes, facing their gazes, and the hand holding the cigarette pointed vaguely. "Go mobilize our people, find out where he lives, where he is now, I want to see him before dawn!"

"Spend money if you should spend money, I don't care how many people you disturbed, and I don't care how much money you spent, I only care about seeing him!"

"Now, do it!" ===== CHAPTER 106 =====