Chapter 121: Locking Targets, Reaching an Agreement, and Conversation

The light turned on.

Will touched his burning cheek, and there were some star-like bloodstains on his fingers.

He raised his head with cold eyes and looked at the helpless middle-aged man, as well as the whip in his hand. More violent emotions than the destructive desire in the middle-aged man's heart began to ravage!

That was a very special whip. It was made of hard cowhide strips—

In some leather shops, they will tan some particularly hard cowhide. This kind of cowhide is used to make the bottom of some leather goods, or supporting surfaces. In short, it will be much harder than those soft cowhides.

Some cut-off waste materials, about less than one centimeter square, these waste materials have no high price and no practical use. Enio's father got some back, tied them together, and then wiped the oil.

It is very handy to use it to beat people. One whip on the body is a few ridges with blood beads. Every time he can use this thing to whip Enio, he can whip Enio until he jumps up.

He has always cherished this whip. In his dark and miserable life, this whip is the only light in his life!

The light that can save him!

When he waved the whip, the kind of relief from the bottom of his heart could make him forget all his troubles!

But this has a premise, that is, the person being whipped is Enio, or his mother, not anyone else.

Like the current situation, not only did he not feel relaxed

He was so terrified that he even ignored why a stranger had appeared in his home.

Enio's father didn't know what to say.

Sorry?

He didn't know.

Wei De stood up, snatched the whip from his hand, and lashed it hard across the other man's face; Enio's father, who had already been stunned, suddenly snapped back to reality.

He turned his head and wanted to run outside, but two burly men who had entered from outside blocked his path, and they even closed the door.

When he looked back again, there were two more people beside Wei De.

"Hold him down..." Wei De rubbed his cheek again, his eyes filled with the urge to kill!

After a series of "I don't know," "I'm sorry," and "Spare me," Wei De finally vented the anger in his heart and handed the whip to his subordinate beside him.

Unexpectedly, this whip was exceptionally easy to use and very handy to swing; he planned to take it back as a collectible.

Enio's father had no relationship with Wei De, so he was naturally unscrupulous when he struck; his head and face were the places he took care of the most.

Enio's father's hands were whipped until they were a bloody mess; he tried his best to protect himself, but he could only sacrifice his hands.

He lay on the ground, on the verge of death, but Wei De had also obtained what he wanted.

Some time ago, after Enio went out, he never came back; some people said they saw him join some street family, which let Wei De know who to take revenge on.

He didn't kill Enio's father, not because he was soft-hearted, but simply because he didn't want to continue causing trouble.

Last time he killed the girl Kent was keeping, Lukaer found him very quickly; having no other choice, he had one of his subordinates take the blame.

Spending 12,000, intentional homicide became manslaughter, and his subordinate didn't have to bear full responsibility, receiving a two-year prison sentence—the lawyer persuaded the jury to believe that they were in a dispute, and the girl accidentally fell from the balcony because of excessive movement.

Wei De's subordinate actively cooperated with the police's work on one hand, and actively compensated on the other, winning the forgiveness of the girl's family who hadn't been in contact with her for a long time; in the end, the judge referred to the jury's opinion, believing that this was just an accident, and his subordinate also actively repented and compensated.

In the end, he was only sentenced to two years.

This also let him know that Lukaer's people had been watching him.

Sure enough, less than three minutes after they left, the people Lukaer arranged entered the house; they called an ambulance and sent Enio's father, who had already fainted, to the hospital.

After learning the situation, Lukaer didn't make too many arrangements, letting them prepare materials to continue pursuing Wei De's responsibility.

If he is willing to find someone to take the blame, let him find someone to take the blame; anyway, the one who will feel the pain in the end is himself.

But this time, it also let Lukaer know Wei De's next target—Enio.

What made Lukaer feel even more incredible was that the boss of the "Lans Family" that Enio joined was the boss Lans who had chatted with him several times at the labor office!

The next morning, Lans drove to the pier; President Scott had already come over early, he hadn't slept well all night, and had been thinking about the words Lans said to Woen.

Especially the sentence, "People won't remember who walked across the bridge, but people will definitely remember the person who built the bridge," he felt as if his soul had been baptized!

Yes, no one will remember who walks across the bridge every day, but as long as people walk across the bridge, they will think of the person who built this bridge.

In the federation and even other places, this kind of thing is very common, and he also hopes that he can become a person who builds bridges, rather than a pedestrian passing by on the bridge.

He has the ability to build bridges, and he needs people to remember him.

Under Woen's introduction, the two shook hands in a friendly manner, "You look very young."

"Thank you!" Lans didn't mention his age, "You look young too."

President Scott laughed when he heard this; for an old man, saying he is young is the best thing to hear.

"Please, let's go to my office to talk." He asked his secretary to send over three cups of coffee, as well as small snacks.

After the three sat down and the coffee was delivered, President Scott talked about the issue of illegal immigrants paying membership fees.

"After I went back yesterday, I have been thinking about this problem; it indeed has high executability, but it also has some additional problems."

"All the benefits and help we can provide to members in the federal union system are based on the premise that the members are federal people."

"For example, we will help workers fight for the legal rights they deserve from capitalists, or we help workers solve the legal problems they encounter."

"Illegal immigrants do not belong to legal federal citizens or residents; if they encounter these problems, it is very difficult for us to come forward for them."

"Lans, you should have understood that in non-criminal litigation, because illegal immigrants do not have various basic rights, the court can refuse to accept the case."

From a judicial perspective, illegal immigrants are actually "non-existent" because they have no entry records and no identification; although they exist in reality, they do not exist judicially.

Whether it is the union or other social security, they have no way to file a claim against certain people or companies for a mass of air.

As long as the other party's agent lawyer points out the illegal immigrant status of these people, the court will terminate the litigation procedure.

"What I said is precisely the most important work content of the union; in other words, even if they pay the membership fee, we cannot do anything for them."

President Scott's attitude was very upright; he didn't fool Lans into paying money immediately, nor did he refuse, but brought out the problems he thought of.

After listening, Lans nodded in agreement, "Yes, President Scott, your view is completely correct; before they obtain legal status, the role of their membership fees is indeed not as great as that of local workers."

"However, President Scott, perhaps we have had a wrong point of view from the beginning."

"The purpose of letting illegal immigrants pay membership fees is not to let them enjoy all the obligations and rights that local members have, but I hope to obtain at least a guarantee of fairness and justice in the conflict between the pier and local workers, at least in this area of the pier."

He talked about what happened yesterday, "If we hadn't taken action, then Jamie's clothes and money would have been stolen, and that would be that."

"No one could provide him with help, but if he paid the membership fee, then the union could appear in time to stop this bullying and provide Jamie with some help, then the membership fee he paid would become meaningful."

"Help him ask Qiangni to return the money and clothes that were stolen, and maintain his most basic human rights as a dock worker when working at the pier."

"This is what they want!"

"A working environment that is not bullied and is peaceful."

President Scott thought seriously for a while; he knew the situation at the pier better than anyone else, this was his territory, and he knew what Lans said made a lot of sense.

He glanced at Woen, and Woen also looked at him; the two old partners quickly completed the exchange in their eyes.

Woen pushed his hair, and this action served as a sign for him to speak, "Lans, the conflict between local workers and immigrants is not so easy to reconcile, and... you know, we can't watch these people every minute and every second."

His original intention was that the union wanted money, but didn't want to interfere too much in the conflict between local workers and immigrants and illegal immigrants.

Letting local workers bully illegal immigrants is itself a management method.

Only by transferring pain will people feel less pain.

Just like Enio's father, he transferred the injustice and cruelty of society toward him to his wife and children through domestic violence; the pleasure obtained from abusing his family would make the scars left on him in society heal earlier.

Dock workers are also like this; they are exploited and oppressed, but if they can bully others in this process, it gives them a feeling that "there are still people worse off than us."

And by treating their lives and current situation as an "abuser," they will feel much more comfortable.

Those exploitation and oppression seem not to become unbearable things.

Seeing Lans frowning, considering that he would still have to pay this money in the end, Woen continued to explain, "Lans, you are in dock labor, you should know better than us how boring and painful these jobs are."

"People need to vent!"

This is perhaps the saddest part for immigrants; they raised the class of the social underclass, becoming the negative first floor, below the first floor.

Woen's words were cruel, but they were also facts.

With these punching bags, the situation of the workers at the pier was much better, and it was also convenient to manage—

If you don't do it, there are plenty of people willing to do it; pack up your inexplicable arrogance and go to your post to work, or pack your things and get out of here, choose one!

Then they make compromises and go to vent their emotions, a perfect management system!

This is actually a vicious circle, because this choice is equally effective for illegal immigrants and immigrant workers.

If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will; they can endure humiliation and bullying better than you.

"This is an unhealthy management system!" Lans emphasized.

President Scott immediately responded, "But it is effective, and efficient!"

Fact!

Lans thought for a moment, "Change a way of thinking, what if we provide other ways to vent emotions?"

"For example?" President Scott became a little interested.

"Dock Workers Club!"

The Dock Workers Club opens once every two weeks, with all kinds of food and affordable goods, as well as entertainment projects; it is indeed a good place to reduce pressure and vent emotions.

But it only opens twice a month, and as the union cuts funds, the Workers Club has gradually become less interesting.

President Scott shook his head, "Every time we open it, we have to lose a large sum of money, two or three hundred when it's low, and four or five hundred when it's high."

"So it's hard to take care of your idea, Lans."

Lans rubbed his temples, "I have a proposal, President Scott."

"Please speak..."

"Contract the Workers Club to me; I will solve the problem of the workers' pressure, and you are responsible for ensuring that my people will no longer be bullied; we will jointly form a discipline patrol team to avoid this situation."

"Your people?" President Scott caught a detail.

Lans nodded, "Yes, my people, people wearing blue work uniforms."

He no longer insists that all illegal immigrant workers receive fair treatment; this is indeed not very realistic, at least not realistic at the moment, so he will not take care of those who are not united around him.

President Scott and Woen looked at each other for a moment, and Woen asked, "How do you plan to run the Workers Club?"

This actually meant agreeing to Lans's conditions, and Lans showed some smiles, "Of course it is..."

The conversation was very pleasant; in the end, they didn't need to pay any more bills for the club, and of course, they wouldn't get any profit from the club.

Lans guaranteed that the club would be open for a long time; from Monday to Friday, it would be open for two hours from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM.

On weekends, it opens from 2:00 PM to 11:00 PM, and there are no days off, even on holidays.

They handed over the management rights completely to Lans; in order to ensure that Lans wouldn't mess around and that he could run the club well, he needed to pay 5,000 into the union's account.

If he couldn't fulfill the contract, then this 5,000 would belong to the union.

The two sides quickly signed the contract, and Lans represented the office and paid the membership fee to the union.

It was not according to the work card, but according to the card number of the illegal immigrants registered in the office; Lans would also send people to join the union's work system to patrol the entire port pier at any time.

If someone mixes in a set of clothing and then doesn't continue to be affiliated with the office, then if discovered by the patrol team, they will be given corresponding punishment.

Ensure not one more, not one less.

After all, Lans paid for these people and their identities; if someone impersonates, it is equivalent to stealing Lans's money!

After talking, he signed a check for the money and gave it to President Scott, and President Scott also accepted it; it could be seen that he was very happy now.

Even if nothing was accomplished in the end, just creating a profit of 3,000 more was a good thing.

The Workers Club is not far from the union office; judging from the shape, it should have been a large warehouse in the past, which was transformed into a club.

The person in charge of the club took Lans in for a tour; the area is very large, and the things are very complete, but some things have already been eliminated.

Lans already had some plans for transformation in his heart; after he let people leave the keys, he planned to go back.

Just out of the pier, a police car blocked his way.

Through the car window, he seemed to see Officer Lukaer in the police car opposite; he smiled and greeted, "Wait a moment, I'll reverse the car."

Officer Lukaer looked at the smiling Lans; it was a bit difficult to connect him with the name "Lans Family."

However, in these years, he could be considered to have seen all kinds of criminals, and even gang leaders, and it was no longer so easy to be startled.

At this time, looking at Lans's gentle and humble expression, he had an indescribable feeling.

"No need, I came specifically to find you, come down and chat?"

Lans was stunned for a moment, but still agreed; after he parked the car, he came to the shore of the pier with Officer Lukaer.

The wind and waves pushed the reefs and concrete on the shore, which seemed not to reflect the violence of the sea at all; seagulls circled above the port, occasionally landing on the sides of some warships.

The busy and quiet port, as well as the boundless sea, always gave people a refreshing feeling.

"Lans Family?" As soon as Officer Lukaer opened his mouth, he said a very wonderful word.

Lans couldn't help laughing, "You've heard of it too?"

Officer Lukaer curled his lips, "I inquired about it; you have been very popular in this area recently; it is said that you personally broke a worker's arm here yesterday morning."

Lans responded unhurriedly, "This is slander, it is defamation."

Lukaer was also laughing, "Your appearance is very deceptive, Lans."

"But you don't have to worry too much; I came to find you today not because of what you did yesterday morning, but because you are going to have a big trouble."

"How much do you know about the Kamila Gang?"

Lans roughly knew what had happened, "A gang of imperial immigrants; they were already a famous criminal organization in the empire before, and later developed to the federation."

"Different from other immigrant criminal groups in the federation, the main criminal business of the Kamila Gang is kidnapping, extortion, and blackmailing imperial immigrants..."