Chapter 120: Picking Up People, Dinner, Discussion, and a Whip

Today, Mr. William (Patricia's father) is coming back from the state government, and Patricia said her mother suggested that everyone have dinner together tonight.

Lanse had no objection to this, and he now had some ideas to talk to Lawrence about.

So he rejected Wo En's suggestion about President Shi Diwen wanting to meet and talk to him at night, and drove directly to the train station.

And at 6:40, he waited for Mr. Lawrence.

Lanse honked the horn on the side of the road, and he immediately noticed the situation here, and also saw Lanse getting off the car.

"They asked you to pick me up?" William handed his luggage to Lanse while beating the dust on his body with a towel.

The dust at the station was too big, and many tiny dust particles were stained on the dark wool clothes. These gray little dusts were particularly conspicuous on the dark clothes.

Lanse put the luggage into the trunk, opened the car door for him, "Pat never asks me for anything, so she opened her mouth, even if the President wants to see me, I told him to talk to me tomorrow morning!"

William was not rigid at all, he laughed and said, "I hope the President can forgive me."

The two got into the car, the car drove on the road, and William took the initiative to talk about the situation of Barbara's birthday party, "Did they trouble you?"

Lanse was a bit strange, "It seems that everyone feels that they will trouble me."

William shrugged, "The situation of our family is very special. In this big family with many members, everyone hopes that they are the most amazing one in the family."

"And... my grandfather has seven children, so many times it is not entirely for ourselves, but also for our parents."

"They care more about their status in the family. People might be like this when they are old."

Lanse was very curious, "Why do you and Mrs. Lawrence only have... one child, Pat?"

This topic made William laugh, "Because I have had enough!"

"At that time, twenty-odd brothers and sisters of us were on a farm. This was simply a disaster!"

"I don't hope that my children are the same as I was then. Although it is lively, it is also suffocating."

"And she is one in our family, but in the whole family, there are still many brothers and sisters, she is not lonely at all."

The two chatted and soon came to the community where Mr. Lawrence's family lived. The security guard at the entrance of the community already knew Lanse. Although he felt that he was not worse than Lanse, just not as handsome, not as energetic, not as young, and had no car, no money, but he had a positive heart, and a more mature age!

He is working hard to strive to become the security captain. He is not the kind of person without pursuit.

Unfortunately, he has forever lost the opportunity to pursue the beautiful Miss Patricia.

"Good evening, Mr. Lawrence, Mr. White."

Lanse registered at the community service company, so the security guard knew his name. As a stranger who was not so familiar, he wouldn't call Lanse's name directly, but used his surname.

"Good evening!"

Lanse took out a pack of cigarettes from his briefcase, the kind that cost 99 cents a pack, and handed it over, "I am quitting smoking, maybe you are willing to help me with this small favor."

The security guard was stunned, but immediately his face was full of smiles, "Of course... I mean I am very happy to serve you, Mr. White. Thank you for your generosity, I will open it now."

He ran over, patted the button hard, the pole rose, and he took off his hat, "I wish you a pleasant evening."

Lanse raised his hand, smiled, and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

William was quite interested in Lanse, "Sometimes you don't look like a young man at all."

"How should a young man perform?"

"Impulsive, flamboyant, reckless, rash, and often stupid. You are different from them."

Lanse parked the car on the side of the road and pulled the handbrake, "If you have suffered enough, you will be more mature than others. In fact, I envy those peers more, at least they haven't suffered so much."

William was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of appreciation, "A conclusion full of wisdom!"

The two got off the car, Lanse helped carry the luggage, and the two just walked to the door, and the door opened.

Mrs. Lawrence and Patricia stood inside the door, "Welcome back, dear, we have prepared a sumptuous dinner."

"I hope it is something I love to eat!" William kissed his wife on the face, and then hugged his daughter.

Lanse carried the box and walked up the steps. Mrs. Lawrence also gave him a short hug, "Thank you for running for us, come in quickly, we can have dinner."

Lanse said thank you, and then squeezed Patricia. The little girl rolled her eyes and followed Mrs. Lawrence back to the room.

The table was full of sumptuous dinner. The two-centimeter-wide thick beef square was the main dish today, stewed with small potatoes and small tomatoes, and added some spices.

And there was a fish that Lanse didn't know the name of. It should be a sea fish. Federal people don't like to eat freshwater fish because freshwater fish often have many thorns.

And some hand-grabbed small lamb chops, vegetable salad, soup, and a little macaroni and bread.

In short, it is very sumptuous.

There will be no too serious content on the dining table. William talked about what he saw and heard in the state government.

Although various intercity and intercontinental transportation tools are very common in this period, people don't go far away so often. These things that are very ordinary to local people in the state government are said in the mouth of Mr. William, which makes Mrs. Lawrence and Patricia feel interesting.

After dinner, knowing that Lanse wanted to talk to himself from Mrs. Lawrence, William took Lanse to the study.

Mrs. Lawrence sent black tea and three plates of pastries before leaving. It must be said that Mrs. Lawrence is definitely very capable in cooking and pastries.

William picked up a small cookie and signaled Lanse to taste it, "Cookies with meat filling, you must have never eaten it."

Indeed not. Lanse picked up a piece. The cookie was thicker than ordinary cookies, and he could see a stream of oil seeping out from inside.

William ate it in a few bites, patted his hands, and shook off the residue on it, "She originally wanted to make a fresh meat pie, but she did it for the first time. Under the interference of some unknown factors, it became a huge fresh meat cookie."

"But we tasted it and felt the taste was not bad, so we made some suggestions, so you saw its evolutionary body now."

"People in the community like this kind of fresh meat cookie, but not everyone can do it well!"

Lanse tasted it, and the taste was indeed good, "Very delicious."

"Then...", William leaned on the chair, "Emily said you have some things you want to talk to me about."

Emily is Mrs. Lawrence's name. Federal women will change their surnames to their husband's surname after marrying their husband.

Her name is now Emily Lawrence.

"Yes."

Lanse nodded, took out a cigarette, and handed it to William. William took the cigarette and said with a smile, "You just said you were quitting smoking."

Lanse showed an indifferent expression, "Failed now!"

Both men couldn't help laughing. After the cigarette smoke began to linger, Lanse said, "I have about 3,700 work cards in my hand now."

"These work cards represent 7,400 jobs, and also represent at least 3,700 illegal immigrants working for me."

"I plan to expand this number."

Lanse and William didn't talk about the immigration bureau, because they both knew very well that the Federation cannot do without these cheap illegal immigrants at this stage.

To some extent, illegal immigrants have no human rights, and like the little cotton-picking experts in the cotton fields in the past, they are an indispensable part of economic development.

Perhaps one or two illegal immigrants were reported, and the immigration bureau would manage it, but when thousands of people gathered together, they didn't dare to manage it.

William understood his meaning, "You mean you want to help them change from illegal immigrants to legal immigrants?"

"I am not very sure about this, because in fact, so far, there has been no further news from the Presidential Palace."

"You know, no matter what the President promised before the election, it is possible that it is his practice to obtain votes."

"Now he has been re-elected, he may not necessarily fulfill those promises, and the anti-immigration protest didn't pass long ago. If he does this now, it will only make him very passive."

"Even if this policy is to be implemented, it will not be implemented within a year or two."

"They will drag it out. Maybe it is possible to solve it in the last two years, but these two years won't work."

"They made a deal with the Liberal Party, perhaps this is also in the conditions."

The staunch supporters of the Liberal Party are these people—landlords, farm owners, and even former slave owners.

They will definitely favor the great landlord and great farm owner class in various policies.

And illegal immigrants without human rights are obviously of great help to these groups. They can use illegal immigrants like they used slaves in the past.

In order to obtain the continuous support of these people, they will definitely find ways to keep illegal immigrants in their current state.

They have not done this kind of thing for the first time. Several times in history, they said they would give illegal immigrants a legal status, and then forced them to build railways, dig tunnels, and build highways.

After the repairs were almost done, these illegal immigrants disappeared, and then some honest ones were selected to let them become Federal immigrants, and then the next cycle was opened.

"Is there no way at all?" Lanse asked.

William shook his head, "There is no way at all, unless some... political movements occur, forcing the state government to pass local forms to realize the granting of legal status to illegal immigrants."

"This situation is rare. Judging from the current social situation, it basically won't happen, and even if it happens, it may not be really solved."

"And this status is only legal within the state. Once you leave the local area, they are still illegal Federal citizens."

"But this is not necessarily all right. Perhaps the President, hindered by the words he promised, might have some changes in policy."

"However...", William flicked the cigarette ash, "It is never a bad thing that you hold such a huge force in your hands. Maybe you can use it sometime."

At this time, William already had a vague idea in his heart. If Lanse really had these people in his hands one day and could become Federal residents with voting rights.

Then his running for congressman seems not to be a joke.

At the same time, a middle-aged man in his thirties cursed and came out of a basement. He lost another two dollars.

He worked as a temporary worker for a week and earned 4.5 dollars, but it was gone in one night!

Gambling kills people!

He looked at his hands and wished he could take a knife and chop this hand off!

Every time he lost money, he made various vows. If he gambled again, he would be a bitch-born.

But as long as he got his salary, he wouldn't even go home and would go to a nearby casino to play a few hands.

It's not that he didn't win. He also won.

He won 11 dollars at most, and after being chic for two days, he returned it to the casino with interest, but at least he won.

This also made him more convinced that he lost money just because of bad luck for a while, and he could also win when he was lucky.

In this way, he would play when he had money, lose when he played, and regret when he lost, but he would still come next time he had money.

He scolded himself for a while, scolded the gambling table for a while, scolded the casino for a while, and after scolding, he didn't seem to be so angry anymore.

Just when he was about to walk out of the alley, two people suddenly blocked the alley entrance.

He was stunned for a moment and turned around immediately, but the back was also blocked.

A person who looked fair-skinned and gentle walked towards him, "Do you know Kent?"

The gambler swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "I know, sir, but I haven't seen Kent for a long time."

Will stood at a distance of about one meter from him, "I heard people say that you have been playing in his casino, at the end of September, early October, what happened in his casino?"

The gambler was a bit scared, and time had passed for so long, he couldn't remember at all, "Sir, I don't know."

Will stared at his eyes, "No, you must know, think about it carefully."

The gambler was about to cry, "I really don't know, sir, I am just a small character, let me go!"

Will stared at him for a while, signaling that he could leave. The gambler didn't dare to believe this was true. When he turned around tremblingly, Will picked up a wooden board on the wall in the alley and pulled it towards the gambler's head!

The wooden board was pulled to pieces directly, and wood chips flew everywhere. He was also pulled to the ground by huge force, and half of his face had no feeling, swollen and numb.

He retreated to the corner of the wall, Will tore his collar, "Remember now?"

"If you still can't remember, we have a whole night to let you remember..."

Ten minutes later, Will put the torn collar back on, sorted out his dress, and entered the car on the side of the road.

After being seriously injured, the gambler finally remembered what happened during that time—

"Sir, I remember, someone was lending money in Kent's casino, and then... they seemed to have a small conflict, a few people were detained by Kent, and I don't know about the rest."

He told Will the name of one of the people he knew, Enio, Imperial immigrant.

At 8:30 in the evening, Enio's father dragged his tired steps back to the downstairs of the apartment building.

It was another day when nothing was sold. He didn't quite understand why his colleagues could easily sell those products, and even open several orders a day.

But when it was his turn, he could only sell two or three pieces a month. Sometimes to keep his basic salary, he had to buy a part of the products himself.

He had already read dozens of inspirational books on how salesmen become CEOs of listed companies, and also bought many books on sales eloquence or how to become a successful salesman.

He could recite these books and scripts, but he still didn't achieve success.

On the contrary, buying these books emptied all his savings.

He wanted to be a winner in life, wanted to realize his Federal dream, and wanted to let everyone who looked down on him open their eyes and see how he became a successful person!

But every day, the cruelty of reality made him feel painful. He didn't understand why success was so cruel to him.

The manager on the first floor of the apartment glanced at him sideways and took back his gaze. Before, he would greet Enio's father. At that time, they had just moved in.

He always dressed like a white-collar elite—shirt, tie, trousers, leather shoes.

But now, the manager had recognized the true face of this guy. He was a loser.

Taking the rickety elevator to the floor where he lived, he hugged the paper box on the ground, which contained the products he needed to promote, and also his Federal dream.

When he returned to the door, he prepared to take out the key, but he found that the door was actually ajar, and then a burst of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

Enio, this little bastard must have come back!

A destructive emotion brewed, erupted, and exploded in his body!

His whole temperament changed. He pushed the door open and put things on the cabinet by the door.

The room didn't turn on the lights. He didn't care. He was too familiar with this place and could walk the right way with his eyes closed.

He took the cowhide whip hanging at the door. He wanted to let Enio know well who was whose father!

With a turn, he saw someone sitting in the dark with his back to him. It must be that little animal. The more angry he was, the calmer he was. He walked over with the whip in his hand, and then waved it hard...

The scream was not made by Enio, because Enio was eating delicious food and was happy with his companions.

The scream was made by Will. Not turning on the lights was to avoid scaring people away, but he never thought that before he did anything, this person gave him a whip... ===== CHAPTER 121 =====

The screams were coming from Wei De, and he didn't turn on the lights so as not to scare people away, but he never expected that before he could even do anything, this person would give him a lash of the whip right off the bat...