Chapter 1121

"... We have already negotiated some orders for reconstruction work with the Slades, and these orders can soon begin to be executed."

"The committee gave a rough cost estimate."

In the room, Senator Cleveland sat on the sofa in a very relaxed posture. His hands were pressed naturally on the armrests, looking non-aggressive, not serious, and his face was full of smiles.

"A super order of nearly forty-five billion. We can eat about twenty percent of it, which is an order of nine billion."

"The profit is twenty-five percent. After deducting some extra public relations expenses, the final profit is between eighteen and nineteen billion, or possibly more."

The gentlemen in the room all looked very excited. Pushing the Federation to join the war, pushing the Federation to place bets on the Slade side, letting more young federal people die on the battlefield in foreign lands—what is the purpose? World peace?

Stable order?

International relations?

No, in the final analysis, it is still profit.

This is a super business; international war, international politics, they are all part of the super business.

Just like the reconstruction cost of multiple cities in Slade, this is just the beginning. Next, there is the reconstruction work in Dantela, as well as a series of subsequent things like stationing troops in Dantela, and the resulting expenses and profits.

The cost of the entire reconstruction may exceed one hundred billion. Such a huge bill—two countries, including their allies, certainly cannot afford it, so they can only use other ways.

A part of this will be in the form of loans. The federal government lends money to the two governments in the form of loans, but this money will always remain in the federal account and not move—

The reason is simple: the money is lent to them to pay the federal bill, so it is still in the hands of the federal people, but they have to bear a loan for this and also consider the interest.

Because they cannot pay back this money in a short time, the federal government has signed some unequal treaties with them, but on the surface, it doesn't look so excessive. This is to let the people of the two countries accept this result.

Federal goods will enter these countries, and even the entire continent, under the standard of "zero tariffs" or "extremely low tariffs."

The federal economic development driven by these things will continue to ferment in the next ten to twenty years.

A picture of a beautiful future is finally presented to everyone through the way of war.

As the largest political group currently in Congress, Senator Cleveland and the others have also obtained their own results.

A huge order with a profit of about two billion in the early stage. This order will be split into many parts, and everyone in the political group will get their own share.

Perhaps this is the reason and purpose for their enthusiasm. Who can refuse these benefits? Everyone's face is full of smiles; perhaps this is the essence of upper society.

As for how to divide this money, of course, it must be according to everyone's importance.

Lansi stood by the window, holding a glass of sparkling wine, looking at the scenery on the street through the blinds. His gaze was locked on several people waiting for the bus on the sidewalk across the road.

The federal public transportation system is rising rapidly. The rapid economic development requires capitalists to have workers enter factory workstations quickly from all corners of the city.

Previously, public transportation or private transportation only existed on some main roads, but now, more places have begun to have bus lines, and more buses have begun to appear.

They are bigger, faster, and stronger.

There is a new bus stop across the road, but among the few people standing there, two or three have waited for several buses without leaving, still standing there, and no one knows what they are waiting for.

"Lansi."

The voice of Senator Cleveland coming from behind made Lansi withdraw his attention from those bus-waiters who were not waiting for the bus. He turned around with his wine glass and looked at Senator Cleveland. "Mr. Senator?"

Senator Cleveland said with a smile, "There is also some of your work to do here. In our negotiations with the Slades, we mentioned the protection of the legitimate rights and interests of federal enterprises and workers. I will give you a new job, and I hope you like it."

"It can bring you about one hundred million in profit in the next five to ten years."

Everyone around looked at Lansi with envious eyes, but some people just maintained a decent smile. One hundred million in profit in five to ten years is an amazing amount of capital in the eyes of ordinary people.

But for Lansi, for those who know Lansi, the benefits he sends to Congress every year are about one hundred million.

In other words, the money he earns every year, even if it's not more than this, won't be much less.

So this business with tens of millions of profits every year is just a small business for Lansi.

However, it provides Lansi with an opportunity to increase legal income, increase tax payments, and increase social influence.

Criminal business alone cannot achieve these, but this business can.

Why can enterprises kidnap the federal government, and even kidnap the entire society? Especially those super enterprises—because they have enough employees. When an enterprise encounters trouble, the shareholders, the board of directors, the true masters of these enterprises haven't started to worry yet, but the employees have started to worry first.

Once an enterprise closes down or goes bankrupt, it means that a large number of employees will lose their jobs and flow into society.

If they are young, it's slightly better; they have higher risk resistance. But what about those old people? Forty, fifty—without competitiveness, and at the same time, it is exactly when a family needs a stable income the most. Plus the federal enterprise gold plan, these people will suffer more terrible losses than the shareholders and the board of directors.

They will be the first to make trouble!

Demonstrations and protests, forcing the government to solve problems unreasonably—such things have happened many times during the depression in previous years.

Senator Cleveland still values Lansi's role and value very much. He is adding some shells to Lansi that can serve as "bulletproof vests."

Lansi raised the wine glass in his hand. "I am very happy to do something for the Federation."

This counts as agreeing to this job.

In fact, Tom had already revealed this news to him before he entered the room. At that time, he would set up a security company and hire some federal veterans.

After all, the war is over, and the Federation does not need to maintain such a huge group of soldiers, and other countries are also very worried.

Millions of active-duty soldiers will make all countries feel uneasy, so they can only reduce the army.

But reducing the army is not an easy thing. So many soldiers who have received professional military training, young people, directly entering society may trigger a series of problems. After the federal government, Congress, and the Department of Defense communicated, they thought it was important to arrange a job for these people.

It is a transition for them to return to society, a step.

It's not just Lansi's side; other companies will also be inserted with many such veteran workers. From one aspect, this is actually a kind of social welfare.

Senator Cleveland nodded, and then talked about other things, while Lansi turned around again and looked through the window at the station and coffee house across the road, looking at those people who looked up from time to time and had been there for an hour or two.

Someone is tailing.

Just don't know if they are tailing him, or tailing others.

Lansi knows someone is tailing him, especially recently. This feeling is very obvious—the Federal Bureau of Investigation, or someone else.

Including that he has heard that the Perez family also intends to attack him once.

You can't always let these people do this unscrupulously, even if they might come from federal government departments.

Lansi put down his wine glass, left the room from the side door, and coughed when he walked into the corridor.

Many people sitting or standing in the hall outside the corridor stood up immediately and looked towards the door.

They are all roles like attendants and assistants to the gentlemen in the room. They are not qualified to enter the room and can only be outside the room.

Seeing that it was Lansi, many people nodded and greeted with smiles, then sat back, or went to do their own things. Allen in the crowd walked over quickly.

Lansi took him to a corner. "There are a few people tailing here across the road. They should be tailing this building. Arrange for people to detain them."

Allen nodded seriously. Now, besides worship, he has no other emotions for Lansi!

Even the most outrageous dream he had ever had was not as outrageous as what he is experiencing now. He actually came here to participate in such a social activity!

Although he is not qualified to enter that room at all, just being outside the door is something that 98% of the people in the Federation cannot do!

Who the fuck can stand here so simply? Those people in the hall also had some simple exchanges with him. When they heard that Allen was Lansi's attendant, they all showed friendly smiles.

They didn't look down on him or alienate him just because he actually didn't have any specific "social label," but instead stuffed him with many business cards.

The word "connections" appeared in his cognition so concretely and vividly for the first time.

Being able to walk to this step as a gang leader, he doesn't know how much Lansi paid, but he knows this might be the only one! He must complete the things Lansi entrusted to him perfectly.

"Don't be so nervous. Detain these people, then stuff them into our car, and talk about it after the meeting."

"Don't make too much noise. They might have accomplices. Observe carefully and do it now."

Allen nodded and left the hall with quick steps. Others didn't show curious or inquisitive expressions about his departure. Maybe this "Mr. Lansi" has something important? After Allen walked out of the hall, several Lansi family members gathered outside the building saw Allen, and someone threw away their cigarette and immediately greeted him.

"Boss gave me a task. There are a few people tailing across the road. Detain these people and stuff them into our car."

"Don't make too much noise. Quietly."

"Also, call some more people from the company, just in case."

Allen chose a suitable position himself and began to observe the situation across the road. He soon discovered those people Lansi mentioned.

Clearly, two shifts of buses came, but they just wouldn't get on the bus. There were also people in the coffee shop who didn't drink coffee, and the newspaper in their hands had been read for more than ten minutes without even turning a page.

Including three cars on the side of the road that looked a bit suspicious, the driver sat in the driver's seat, his gaze constantly looking at the building here, not leaving, nor getting out of the car, just sitting in the car.

Soon the company came with another batch of people. After the manpower was complete, Allen began to command them.

They came to the station as passengers, locked onto one of them, and after the new bus left, they were already scattered around that person.

When this person noticed something wrong, the gun barrel was already against his waist.

The guy in the coffee shop was the same. Two people came to his side, then revealed their pistols, and he had to stand up and follow these people away.

In a very short time, all the people Lansi thought had problems were taken away.

And those cars parked on the side of the road—pedestrians on the side of the road suddenly walked to their side, then looked at the pitch-black gun barrel, and finally chose silence.

They were searched, then quickly stuffed into the car that drove over, and then made a U-turn, parking on the side of the road near the house.

Lansi, standing in the room upstairs, witnessed everything. He saw with his own eyes his people cleanly and neatly detain those tailing people, and only then did more smiles appear on his face.

This "spoils-sharing meeting"—in Lansi's heart, this is a political spoils-sharing meeting. Everyone has paid so much, for so long, and when it comes to realizing profits, then naturally, they have to share the spoils.

A group without "spoils-sharing" or "dividends" is an unhealthy group. The more super enterprises there are, the more they emphasize dividends, and they will even hold a grand event for this, letting more people know.

If people are not allowed to see those naked interests tied to them, how can they attract more people to join?

Just like this group, if there were no annual interest delivery regardless of gain or loss by Lansi and other gold masters, why would they be the strongest political group in Congress now?

After the meeting, Lansi took the initiative to walk to Senator Cleveland's side. The Senator was a bit surprised and curious, and others took the initiative to avoid them, giving them some space.

"What's wrong?"

Senator Cleveland took out a cigarette and lit it. His smoking addiction has been a bit heavy recently, and he needs more than a pack of cigarettes a day. He has too many things to think about.

There was no one else around. Lansi said softly, "Someone has been tailing here. I had people catch them."

Senator Cleveland was stunned for a moment, then frowned. "Tailing?"

"Tailing me, or others?"

Lansi answered very honestly, "Haven't interrogated yet. There must be people tailing me, but there are several, and I'm not sure if they are all tailing me."

Senator Cleveland's eyes became a bit ethereal. For a moment, it was as if there was no focus. You can "see" him looking at you, but you can also feel that he is not actually looking at you.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face. "Then interrogate them, knock their mouths open, and ask whose people they are."

"Call me later when there is news. I have nothing to do tonight."

He patted Lansi's arm, although he didn't say anything, but he could show his loyalty to Lansi and this matter.

After coming to him, the people had almost left. Allen was originally sitting on the sofa, bored and crossing his legs. The moment he saw Lansi, he stood up immediately and quickly greeted him. "The people have been caught."

Lansi nodded slightly. "I saw it."

"Now we are going to deal with this matter."

Soon they got into the car, including those tailing people, and drove towards Lansi's manor.

Twenty minutes later, in a relatively secret basement of the manor, Lansi began to interrogate these people.

He actually knew that there must be people from the Federal Bureau of Investigation inside, and he also knew that it was possible that some people were not tailing him.

On the matter of dealing with the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Lansi didn't want to be so passive all the time. This might be a good opportunity.

The first guy to be interrogated looked to be in his thirties. The things he carried with him were all taken out and placed in front of Lansi.

It can only be said that this guy is not very skilled in his work. He actually carried a weapon with him.

Lansi picked up the pistol and looked at it. "Revolver. They always say this weapon can't kill people. Is it true?"

Everyone in the basement burst into laughter. Defensive revolver—the standard equipment of federal law enforcement agencies.

In the past, maybe they would really feel that using this weapon was because it was "kind."

But now they have more knowledge, and they have also learned to think for themselves. Maybe it's not because this gun is kind and can't kill people that law enforcement departments use it.

Is there another possibility: the public relations expenses of the manufacturer that produces it are the most among all suppliers, so the federal government uniformly purchased it?

Having such a pistol basically means they are law enforcement personnel.

Lansi put down the pistol and asked with a smile, "Whose people are you?"

"If we can communicate well, whatever I ask, you say, I believe we will get along very easily."

"But if you think your identity can help you, protect you, you can also try."

The guy sitting in the room was trembling slightly. Not everyone has that kind of awareness.

Watching a young man beside him take out a folding knife from his waist, the sharp blade flashing with a faint blue cold light under the light, he couldn't sit still...

Later, Lansi called Senator Cleveland.

"Already have results?", Senator Cleveland's tone couldn't tell anything unusual.

Lansi said "Hmm," "Some are within my expectations, but there are also some outside expectations."

"There are police people here, Federal Bureau of Investigation people, and some other... big figures' people."

Hearing Lansi say these complex relationships, Senator Cleveland couldn't help but laugh and say, "It seems we are highly concerned!"