Chapter 117: Seeking Justice and Meeting the Police Officer

After Jamie cried for a while, his emotions were vented, and he suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, and at the same time a bit worried, "Even if we don't want to forget it, what can we do?"

"You know, Federal people have prejudices against us."

It's not prejudice; it's discrimination.

Someone once tried to call the police after being robbed. As a result, the illegal immigrant worker who called the police refused to say where he came from and didn't have money to buy a ticket home, so he was sent to an immigration prison.

And that dock worker who robbed him didn't even go to a fast-track court. The police station ended the case with a reprimand of "don't give us any more trouble."

Not only do local workers discriminate against and hurt them, but even the police who represent justice discriminate against and bully them.

This also makes many illegal immigrants very desperate because here, even the police and the law are on the opposite side of them. They don't even have the most basic human rights.

Even those legal immigrants who have obtained immigrant status will be treated differently when facing many problems.

This country has never been as beautiful as it advertises to the outside world.

The person who first refused to compromise said a name, "Mr. Lanse, let's talk to Mr. Lanse."

Jamie was a bit uncertain, "Is this useful?"

"I mean, I'm not like Yisen and them, I'm not that familiar with him. Will he stand up for me?"

That person's voice was very firm, "We are Imperial people, that's enough!"

Meeting that firm gaze, Jamie hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Before lunch, they returned to the outside of the office. At this time, the office was still very lively. Many people came to ask about work clothes.

Many people were dissatisfied that the office only accepted work applications from illegal immigrants. They expressed that they were also willing to work at the office. This refers to those immigrants with legal work status or local workers.

Lanse had Xiao En appease everyone's emotions and began to think about this matter.

His original intention was to let these illegal immigrants have a sense of collective honor through unified work clothes, so that they could be more united around him.

But now it seems that just this kind of welfare has attracted some legal immigrants and local workers, which forced him to expand his thinking. Perhaps he could open another office.

However, there are also some problems here, that is, the labor dispatch work of legal workers is not as easy to do as that of illegal immigrants.

For illegal immigrants, they just need a stable income and don't care about a dollar more or less.

But local workers and legal immigrants have requirements for wages. If their demands on wages cannot be met, it is difficult to get a commission from them.

This is a very simple thing. They find a dock job themselves, 33 dollars. Lanse helps them find a job, also 33 dollars, but he wants to take away 1 dollar of their income. They definitely won't be happy!

But illegal immigrants are willing, let alone one dollar, they are willing to pay two dollars, as long as there is a stable job and a stable environment.

Now Jincheng is full of job opportunities everywhere. Lanse feels that even if he wants to do it, it is not now, but he can get along with these people, and one day it will be useful.

So he let Xiao En handle this matter, just telling everyone that he would consider it. As for when he would consider it and whether he would do it, that is another matter.

"... You don't know how ridiculous their expressions were!" Jeral said to Lanse with a full face of smiles about his situation when he left Mr. Bodun's house.

Mr. Bodun's family treated him as a cash cow. It was fine at first, but starting in August, they found various reasons to try to get more money from him.

Jeral's own salary was not very high, and he was exploited by them. By the end of each month, he only had ten dollars left.

Even so, Luo Bu (Jeral's cousin) often borrowed money from him, one or two dollars, and didn't return it after borrowing.

It can be said that the whole family was trying every means to suck his blood.

Fortunately, he finally left now, and Lanse has begun to be a little famous among Imperial immigrants, so Mr. Bodun is a person who knows the times, so he tried his best to keep him.

It was really impossible to keep him, so he let him go, and didn't say anything unpleasant, just told him that if he couldn't survive outside, he could come back again.

In terms of being a villain, Luo Bu still has a lot to learn from Mr. Bodun.

"... So, what should I do next?" Jeral longed for a new life, and here there was no exploitation by Mr. Bodun, no sarcasm from cousin Luo Bu, and no white eyes from cousin Nanxi.

He felt unprecedentedly good. Everyone was a good friend.

Lanse looked Jeral up and down, "Tell me first, what do you want to do?" In fact, he already had some ideas in his heart, but he still had to listen to Jeral first.

Jeral was a bit blank, "I don't know either, perhaps... you directly arrange a job for me?"

Lanse said some of the current work content, and the two discussed it. There was nothing Jeral could do.

Or rather, there was nothing he particularly liked. He came here hoping to work with everyone, not really to go somewhere else to be an ordinary worker after coming here.

The work left for Jeral to do seemed to be only those copywriting jobs, and he might not be able to do them well.

As for being a thug?

Looking at his delicate appearance that made it hard to distinguish between male and female, perhaps the person beaten by him would take the initiative to ask him to "be a little harder."

This made Jeral a bit frustrated. He thought he could do something for Lanse.

Looking at his somewhat disappointed expression, Lanse put forward some of his own ideas at this time, "I have an immature suggestion, perhaps you can consider it."

Jeral looked at Lanse, "You don't have to comfort me. I really can't do anything well. Why don't I clean for you? I'm good at this!"

At Mr. Bodun's side, he cleaned the hygiene. This was one of the costs of his boarding.

Lanse shook his head, "Why don't you listen to me first?"

Jeral quieted down, and Lanse gave him a path he had never thought of.

"You should be a star, Jeral."

Jeral's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears, "You mean a star?"

"Me?"

"I go to be a star?"

"God, I have never considered these!"

Lanse felt that this idea was very executable, "You are very handsome, handsome to the point of being beautiful. I know you might be a bit sensitive on this issue."

"But, Jeral, you can't deliberately avoid the advantages God gave you. You should bring your strengths into play."

"You know, the status of Imperial people in the Federation is very low now, plus the mental illness of that damn Emperor, the whole Federation is not friendly to us."

Jeral nodded, "What I learned is indeed the case. They always look at us with different eyes."

He has a legal status, but he still faces the same problems, being humiliated by some colleagues in a "joking" way.

One of the most excessive ones even asked him if he would scream like the opposite sex when having sex!

It made him furious at the time, but there was no good way, because the other party followed up with a sentence like "I'm joking, you won't be angry, right?"

He could understand the difficulty of Imperial people in the Federation.

Getting Jeral's approval, Lanse continued, "So we not only have to make ourselves strong, but also have to look for a window for Federal people to understand us. As a public figure, a star is a good breakthrough."

"They will be curious about your life, curious about your ethnic group, and these will become the opportunity to change the status quo of Imperial immigrants."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that you don't oppose this."

Listening to what Lanse said, Jeral suddenly felt that this seemed to be a good choice. He could also be considered one of the victims of discrimination, and he felt the same way.

"Can I really do something for all of us and change our status quo and environment?"

Lanse was very sure. An idol is a special kind of power. More importantly, this is a more advantageous "home-field mouthpiece." Those local Federal fans will speak for him.

However, Jeral also had his own worries, "But I can't perform, I can't sing, I can't do anything."

When he said these words, it meant he agreed, in fact.

"These are not problems. I will arrange for people to teach you. You are still very young."

"And I will help you find opportunities to get on the big screen. No matter what the final result is, at least we have tried, right?"

Jeral took a deep breath, "Lanse, I listen to you. I believe you won't harm me..."

Lanse was preparing to talk to him about his subsequent arrangements and ideas when the office door was knocked. Hailamu poked his head and looked at Lanse, "Something happened. I arranged for people to go to the yard."

The yard refers to the yard behind the house facing the street. Lanse nodded, called Jeral, and came to the yard together.

Jamie didn't wear clothes and was still only wearing a pair of underpants. His friend told him that only in this way could he let Mr. Lanse see how miserable he was.

After Lanse came in and saw Jamie's appearance, he frowned. Aierwen was not there, and Hailamu became the number one lackey, but Lanse didn't like him very much.

It's not that he doesn't like him as a person, but he doesn't like him always following him around. Hailamu's appearance of shaking his hair for no reason is too stupid, which will affect his image.

But Hailamu felt that his appearance of shaking his hair was very handsome. According to himself, there were girls who screamed because of his appearance of shaking his hair.

Lanse felt that it was possible that they were disgusted, not because they felt this action was handsome.

He brought a chair for Lanse. After he sat down, Hailamu lit a match in advance. Although he looked very stupid, he was sometimes not bad.

Lanse took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, "What happened?"

Jamie's emotions had stabilized a lot at this time. All the grievances turned into hatred. He gritted his teeth and told the whole story. Lanse listened quietly.

Jeral on the side couldn't stand it anymore, "Too bullying!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that Lanse was in charge here now, and he shouldn't speak. He retreated two steps with some embarrassment.

He was only sixteen, and Lanse wouldn't care about him. After giving him a look that everything was fine, he looked at Jamie, "A very infuriating thing. So what do you hope I do?"

Jamie didn't know what to say, but his companion pressed his hand on his shoulder, pressing him to bend down, "Mr. Lanse, please seek justice for us!"

Lanse nodded noncommittally, "Are you sure your description didn't deviate from the facts? You know, this is not a simple matter. If I want to seek justice for you."

Jamie also realized that this was the only opportunity for him to straighten his spine again. He even knelt on the ground, "I guarantee that every word I say is a fact. Please seek justice for me."

"Get up, I am not one of Kamila's people. I am no different from you. We don't need to be like this between us."

He thought for a while, "I will arrange this matter. Come over tomorrow morning before you go to work."

He looked at Hailamu, "Give Jamie a set of new work clothes and take him to the doctor to apply some medicine."

Lanse flicked the cigarette ash, "He used violence to hurt our brother, so let us use violence to make him realize his mistake."

"You are all my brothers. I want to let you know that even if we are far away from home, I will still take care of you and not let others hurt you without reason."

"We don't take the initiative to hurt others, but we can't be hurt by others. Remember this!"

After people left, Lanse found Enio, "This time I need someone from your side."

Enio was convinced by Lanse and had no objection, "No problem, what to do?"

"I plan to fix that idiot named Johnny on the docks tomorrow morning. This matter will definitely alarm the Port District Police Station, so I need someone to take the blame at that time."

"But you don't have to worry. I will handle the police station, and I will let Johnny give up the prosecution voluntarily, so he will probably be detained for a few days."

"As compensation, whoever does it, I will give him 10 dollars a day."

After Enio finished listening, he said, "I'll do it."

Lanse glanced at his arm, "If you are not afraid that your arm will break again and become disabled, then you go."

Hearing this, Enio flinched. What he is most worried about now is that his arm will be deformed, "I will go back and tell them. I believe everyone is willing to do it."

"It's best to be so. Choose someone stronger, someone who is not afraid of things, someone who is bold. Although it is very likely that he will be detained in the police station, the situation inside will not be very good."

Lanse's instructions were very solemn. Enio nodded and said, "I understand. I will handle this matter now."

Enio's group has seven people in total. Except for him and Mo Lisi, there are five other people, all of whom are working for Lanse here now.

He simply said it, and a person named Baker took the initiative to get this job. Lanse looked at him, about 1.8 meters tall, which is already considered a tall person in this era.

Not burly, but definitely not thin. It is the kind with meat.

Lanse patted his arm, "Are you afraid?"

He shook his head, "Everyone feels that it is our honor to work for you, Mr. Lanse."

"Call me Lanse!" Lanse emphasized, throwing a cigar to him, "We will go to the docks tomorrow morning, find the person who bullied us, and then I will break his arm. The police will arrive afterward."

"You just plead guilty. I will arrange everything else. They will probably detain you for three days to a week. I will give you 70 dollars."

"Too much, Lanse." Baker felt a bit much about this extra income, "You have already taken good care of us."

Lanse raised his hand to interrupt him, "If you don't want it, if such things happen again in the future, how will others take it?"

"You have paid some price for us. If you don't take it, others will think this is my problem, not yours."

"This is not a good habit, Baker. You should take it, and if someone asks you, you can also tell them that this is what you deserve."

Baker scratched his head about this, not quite understanding why he had to do this, but still agreed.

Lanse gave him 70 dollars directly, regardless of whether he would be detained for so long, and then let Hailamu prepare.

This stupid donkey face, although sometimes annoying, is really talented.

And Lanse directly made an appointment with Officer Felun, right in the coffee shop next door.

"This is for you, Mr. Lanse." As soon as Lanse sat down, the boss sent a cup of coffee and a plate of pastries. Lanse was a bit surprised and looked at him suspiciously.

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties, looking very kind, "Thank you for operating an office next door, which made our business much better. I don't know what I can do for you, so... this cup is on me."

"Thank you." Lanse raised his coffee, "It tastes good."

The boss didn't disturb too much and left quickly.

About ten minutes later, a police car stopped outside the coffee shop. The boss watched Officer Felun get off the car and was just about to greet him to tell the other party that his money for this month had been paid, but Lanse raised his hand in advance and said, "Don't worry, here for me."

"Three more cups of coffee, one to drink here, two to take away, and a large bag of donuts. I have to do this myself this time."

The boss smiled and went to make coffee. He felt that Lanse was a truly decent person, and communicating with him would have a very special feeling.

It's like... being respected!

Even if the coffee shop boss is a Federal person, he still lacks respect.

"Is there anything?" Officer Felun's partner was in the car and didn't come down.

He walked over holding his armed belt, and Lanse pointed to the chair next to him, and he sat down accordingly.

"I have something I hope you can help with tomorrow morning."

At this time, the boss brought the coffee, and neither of them continued to speak. After he walked away, Officer Felun asked, "What's the matter?"

Lanse didn't answer what it was, but took out a stack of money and counted 40 dollars, "An idiot provoked my people. I plan to give him a lesson, so as not to let him call the police and disrupt my plan, so you and your partner come over directly."

"Everything follows the normal process. People will definitely be detained in your precinct. You arrange for someone to take care of it."

"I will let that idiot choose to give up the prosecution within a week and solve it privately."

After Officer Felun finished listening, he smoothed his hair, "This might not be easy to operate..."

Lanse put another 10 dollars on that stack of money. Now it is 50.

Officer Felun looked and was stunned for a moment, "I don't mean this."

60.

"Lanse..."

70.

People's thoughts are sometimes so strange. He pursed his lips, "I..."

80.

He still wanted to say something to see if he could add more, but Lanse put a pistol bullet on the banknotes and looked at him... ===== CHAPTER 118 =====