Chapter 1139: Incomprehension, Understanding, Becoming, and Carelessness

Incomprehension, Understanding, Becoming, and Carelessness

When Roland was very young, he encountered a matter. When he was in school, things were always being lost in the class, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't find who had taken the classmates' things.

This made the parents very dissatisfied, and the students were the same. After losing things continuously several times, the school claimed that they had caught the "thief," a student who looked very ordinary, a bit introverted, and a bit cowardly.

At that time, Roland was not yet a director, just an ordinary student. He didn't think this person was a thief; he didn't even dare to look into others' eyes when talking to them, so how could he be a thief?

Because there was a huge push of dissatisfaction from many parents, at the school assembly, they publicly "executed" this student. The principal, the board of directors, and the class teacher all came together, took out all the things he had done, said them, and gave a very severe punishment: expulsion.

The Federation is not a society of independent individuals. To put it more colloquially, things and things, people and people, are connected.

And this kind of connection is actually very tight. Some people might not feel so, that is because they don't have this tight line.

To give the simplest example, a student with power and influence wants to go to an elite university. Even if he doesn't let his family come forward, the school, including his parents' friends, will be very willing to help him write a recommendation letter, recommending him to the elite alliance colleges.

But an ordinary child from an ordinary family cannot do this, so in his world, this world is "simple," but in fact, it is not.

That introverted student was expelled, meaning he could almost find no school to attend in the local area. No school could withstand the huge pressure from the students' parents—you damn want to recruit a thief into my child's class?

Are you living too comfortably?

These students' parents making a fuss was also very astonishing. Private schools were even less likely to accept such a student who had no power, no influence, and was morally corrupt.

After this matter ended, the theft events in the class completely ceased. People were celebrating; the thief was driven away, and justice returned.

Later, in an accidental event, Roland knew that, in fact, that introverted student was not a thief, but the school, under pressure and unable to find the "master thief," directly picked a child from a family that was easy to bully and used this extreme "warning" to solve this problem.

The result was indeed as they had expected and needed: perfectly solved. Theft no longer happened because the real thief was scared.

He didn't dare to guarantee whether his next theft would be discovered, nor did he dare to guarantee that he would be luckier than that unlucky guy.

Later, in his work, Roland met that introverted classmate. He lived very miserably.

In the conversation, he knew that because he was expelled by the school, his father felt very ashamed, had a fierce quarrel with his mother at home, and then drove them out.

Then his mother soon abandoned him and ran away with another man, while he directly flowed into society.

Later, he did many things, struggling to survive.

What left the deepest impression on Roland was that this introverted classmate who was wronged really became a thief, a criminal.

It was also at that time that he had some deeper insights into life and society.

Sometimes, whether it is the truth or not is not important at all to many people; what is important is the result.

He is a bit restless, sitting down, then standing up, clenching his hands into fists for a while, then combing his hair and walking back and forth.

Finally, he seems to have made some kind of decision, picked up the car keys, and left the investigation bureau. He needs to go to a safer place to make a phone call.

Ten minutes later, after driving around the city several times, he came to a small hotel that looked like it had no one and was easy to observe. He asked for a room with a phone and then sat there.

Next, he kept observing the surroundings of the small hotel, ensuring that there was no one who looked like they were tailing, before he dialed the phone number in New Jincheng.

First, he had people figure out the situation of the guard's family, and then he made a phone call to the bank.

"Help me check a few accounts; they should have had capital dealings with this account..."

He gave the other party that personal information, including one that was the guard's own account.

He could know what the guard's family members were called and had his account, but he couldn't determine what the accounts of the guard's family were. He could only do it through some other means.

As the person who earned money in the family, his account would definitely have some dealings with the accounts of his family members. This is the clue.

The other side of the phone was a bank staff member, who was also a person from New Jincheng, just like the guard.

Director Roland had had a few transactions with this bank employee, which could also be considered a cooperative relationship. The other party helped him obtain some intelligence news about bank accounts, and he, in turn, gave the other party a fee.

"Investigating a case again?", clearly, this bank employee thought it was the same as in the past; he was working with justice.

Director Roland answered a few seconds later, "Yes, investigating a case."

"Give me half an hour; there are too many cabinets in the archives."

After putting down the phone, Roland kept smoking, smoking continuously. He always wanted to be a just, positive, hero-like figure.

He wanted to bring sunlight and justice to the world, but he always faced some difficult choices.

Sacrificing himself, and sacrificing a person who made a mistake and was not innocent, he chose to protect himself.

He knew very well that only he could bring the power to change the world, while others couldn't.

They would only make this world more turbid.

Twenty-something minutes later, he made another phone call. The other party had already queried the information, "Among the five accounts you gave me, three have been used frequently, and two of them have had transfer records with the account you provided, using transfer checks."

"One looks relatively frequent, with transfer records every month, and another account has only had three transfers in, and the amounts are not large. The largest one is ten yuan."

Hearing this, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, the intelligence you provided is very important."

"After the case ends, it's still the old rules."

The bank staff member laughed after hearing it, "I trust you."

The old rules he spoke of were actually that after the case ended, some expenses had to be reimbursed by public funds, including the "consultation fee" paid to him, so it would be settled at that time.

It's not much, thirty or fifty yuan, and the most it never exceeded one hundred yuan.

Like today, where the work is relatively simple, Director Roland usually gives him twenty yuan.

Making a phone call, half an hour, earning twenty yuan, it's already a lot.

Comparing the account numbers with the information in his notebook, two accounts, one was his wife's, and one should be his son's.

Director Roland appeared a bit struggling at this time, but finally gritted his teeth.

In the past, he didn't understand the school's approach, but now, he understood.

He made a phone call home, and the person answering was his cousin.

"Help me transfer fifty thousand yuan to this account, using that independent account."

His cousin was stunned for a moment, but still agreed. Those accounts were all Director Roland's own, and the right to use them was in his cousin's hands. Anyway, it was all Roland's own money.

After his cousin recorded this account number, Director Roland asked casually, "How is he doing after entering school?"

Talking about his son going to school, he was still a bit dissatisfied, but fortunately, the matter was finally perfectly resolved.

"Very good, it's just... you know, they don't know who his father is, classmates might be a bit curious, sometimes excessive curiosity will hurt him."

In this society, single-parent family is not a good term, especially a matrilineal single-parent family, which often represents weakness, marginality, and can be bullied by others.

Although such things don't happen often in private schools, it doesn't mean they won't happen. Fortunately, Director Roland's cousin has already gone a few times and temporarily solved this problem.

They tried to bully that guy, and then were "repelled." Before re-evaluating and getting satisfactory results, they won't bully this person again.

Hearing this, Director Roland sighed. In his life, perhaps the one he owes the most is his wife and child.

However, everything will get better. After he completes his plans and goals, becomes a true big figure, and doesn't need to hide anything anymore, he will bring them to his side and let them enjoy everything they should enjoy.

The current dormancy and forbearance are all for the happy life in the future.

"I can't take care of them much, you help me take care of them more."

"If there are any problems, call my office phone. If you need money, there is money in those accounts; you can use it directly."

After they chatted for a few more words, under Director Roland's urging to transfer money as soon as possible, they ended the call.

Director Roland's cousin, who put down the phone, although he didn't understand why his brother, who was already a big figure, wanted him to do this, he had been accustomed to listening to instructions over the years.

He could also be considered one of those brainwashed by Director Roland's ideals, and he began to transfer money for the account.

However, the bank gave him feedback that there wasn't enough money in that infrequently used account to transfer fifty thousand yuan. He didn't care much either, earned forty-nine thousand eight hundred yuan, and the remaining two hundred yuan was transferred in using a commonly used account.

After doing these things, he didn't tell Roland and continued his work.

After coming out of the hotel, Roland immediately drove to find Lanse. He wanted to face Lanse again, a real face-to-face, not like a few days ago.

Lanse didn't hide. He had already obtained quite a few industries of the Perez family, not just occupying them, but also property documents. Although the fattest piece of meat was eaten by Director Roland, he didn't get less.

And even if some property documents were not there, he also let the bearded director arrange to make some real fake certificates as soon as possible.

Next, it was to check these assets and then take over the other party's business.

"I don't operate bars and sell alcohol myself."

"What is said to conform to what those people want to hear is that I don't do illegal business!"

In the room, there were local police and some local gang leaders. After the Perez family was destroyed, a large vacuum zone was left, and not just here, other cities would also have a round of new "sweeping."

Lanse wouldn't fight for territory with these local gangsters because there was no need. Fighting for territory required a large amount of manpower, and the Lanse family was currently not very convenient to continue expanding. And now, regardless of what business's income, it was not as good as selling alcohol, so why pay greater costs to do those thankless things?

So he didn't occupy these territories, let them out, and let local gangsters and even police do them.

When the bearded director heard this sentence, at first he couldn't help but laugh twice. This laughter was like an infectious disease, soon making others unable to help but emit laughter, and finally connected together.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. The bearded director even laughed until tears flowed out.

This was the funniest joke they had heard this year. Lanse and the Lanse family didn't do illegal business?

And Lanse said it himself. Was there anything funnier than this?

Looking at them laughing until they couldn't catch their breath, Lanse bit the cigar and took a puff, crossed his legs, and asked slowly, "Is it very funny?"

One sentence made the laughter in the room suddenly stop abruptly. Everyone's expressions froze, and some appeared a bit painful.

If this sentence was asked by someone else, they would answer "very funny" with a smile, but this sentence was asked by Lanse, so they didn't dare to laugh.

You laugh?

The Perez family was the last one to emit laughter. Look at how they are now.

Looking at these people whose complexions had turned red and purple, Lanse had a bit more relaxed smile on his face, "Fine, it is indeed very funny."

Laughter rang out in the room again, but it was no longer as pure as just now, with some complex things added.

After Lanse also laughed for a while, he raised his hand to signal people to stop, and the laughter stopped quickly.

He was like a top-tier music conductor; everyone's emotions, their behaviors, and actions were all under his control.

"This is relatively official talk. To put it more directly, I actually don't look down on these businesses, or rather, my business is too big. Although these businesses make money, I am not willing to fight with you for business."

"I also chatted with Hull about this matter before. The local market, the business of local people, should be in the hands of local people."

"But we finished off such a huge behemoth as the Perez family; it's impossible not to take any benefits. Then we are really stupid, not fake stupid."

"My requirement is very simple: the Perez family's territory, power, and anything they left behind, I don't want any of it, but the alcohol sold in the bars in their territory must be taken from me."

"Just like what I just told you, I don't sell alcohol directly, but I do wholesale."

"By the way, I have a Ministry of Defense license. The business I do is legal. Transport the alcohol over and hand it to you, but what you do has nothing to do with me. Whether it is illegal or not, I don't care. Understand?"

These gang leaders and police only then understood that Lanse wanted the entire city's alcohol market.

They were shocked by Lanse's big appetite!

At this time, as Lanse's relatively close partner, the bearded director asked a question that his gang friends were very concerned about, "Then the price of this alcohol..."

It's not impossible to take goods from Lanse. Anyway, taking goods from anyone is taking goods. What they are worried about is the price issue.

If the price of alcohol on Lanse's side is clearly not very reasonable and exceeds the "market" by quite a bit, they won't take goods from Lanse's side, even if they will have conflicts with Lanse.

After all, interest is the eternal theme, not others.

Lanse shook the cigar in his hand, "It will be seven percent lower than the market. I can guarantee that our quality is the best in the Federation, and our price is also the most beautiful in the Federation!"

"But!", his tone turn made people's just-relaxed emotions be lifted up again.

"Some of my game rules are clearly more than others."

"The five percent profit I let you have is the profit I let you have as friends. You recognize me as this friend, so I let out a part of the profit to you, and everyone makes money together."

"And there is another two percent, which is the welfare for Hull and local police and other system people. I will have people watch this money."

"As for how to divide it, it has nothing to do with you. I will talk about this with Hull and other people who will intervene locally later."

The bearded director was stunned. Lanse had only talked about the club before and hadn't said there were other monies?

After a shudder, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He didn't know how much that was, but he knew it was a lot!

His eyes also became fanatical. No wonder he heard some people say that those who have cooperated with Lanse all say Lanse is good, including those ordinary people, citizens, and those in New Jincheng.

Even if it were him, he couldn't say Lanse is bad!

Is this still a person?

This is God!

Whoever can lead him to make a fortune, whoever is God!

The benefits of doing this are also obvious. At least in a short time, these people will all stand on his side, whether it is gangsters, local law enforcement agencies, or even the mayor's side.

There are some other cities around, and Lanse will also go to talk to them, hoping they can be sensible.

The gangsters have no opinion either. Under the condition of reduced cost of goods, the selling price remains unchanged, which represents more profit. Taking out a part that was originally agreed upon to hand over to the police side, they are also willing.

After all, doing business to make money, the most important thing is stability and continuity.

Everyone got what they wanted. At this time, the room door was knocked, and Lanse's men walked in from outside. He walked to Lanse's side, bent over, and said, "Roland is here, saying he wants to see you."

Lanse nodded slightly, put the cigar on the rack of the ashtray, and then got up to tidy his clothes, "A friend came outside; we need to chat alone."

"If you don't have any other matters here, then disperse."

"Of course, if you have any problems with the distribution of territory among yourselves, it's best to sit down and talk. After all...", he pointed to the ceiling, "The situation has become a bit severe recently. If it can be solved peacefully, it's best to solve it peacefully."

"First like this, see you later!"

Everyone stood up and sent Lanse to the door. Just at this time, Roland, who couldn't wait, took the initiative to walk over and saw Lanse surrounded by stars and the moon here.

There was a distance of more than ten meters between the two, and they stared at each other like this, neither of them avoiding!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1140 =====