Chapter 1223: Can't Leave and Investment

The seaside in the early morning was covered with a thin layer of mist. Some people who were good at playing with words said: This is a beauty wearing a thin veil.

Whether it was beautiful or not, Christopher couldn't feel it. Anyway, he was quite eager to leave quickly now.

Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, he took those who were willing to leave to the pier. Because they were going abroad, their other things had already been entrusted to others to bring back through other means. They themselves only carried personal luggage and some personal items.

Of course, to ensure that this trip was safe, there were also a few handguns. A few was a measure word.

These handguns were hidden in suitcases through professional smuggling methods. Unless someone knew how to open these secret compartments, they couldn't find these things at all.

Holding the already bought boat tickets, they came to the pier. There were some people gathered here now, but not many.

Christopher glanced at the watch on his wrist and compared it with the time on the boat ticket. He found a bench full of water mist.

The early morning in early spring at the seaside was always prone to fog. These water mists would wrap everything here. Clearly, it wasn't raining, but it made everything here look wet.

The bench was also like this, with a thin layer of water mist on it.

It would have to wait until the sun came out for the fog to dissipate, and the water mist condensed on the surface of objects would also gradually evaporate.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the bench. There were twenty minutes left; he couldn't always stand.

The others among his men stood around him, also protecting him.

Time disappeared bit by bit, crushed by a mysterious force. The second hand ran tirelessly on the dial. Sailors and staff also appeared on the cruise ship. They were making final preparations.

The ticket checker at the pier also started to prepare for work. Everything was like everything a normal pier morning should have: quiet, peaceful, except for the seaside, there were no other waves.

The closer it was to the boarding time, the more relaxed Christopher's mood became.

"We will definitely come back! I promise you this!"

"Going back this time, we are not escaping, but looking for a way to fight Lansi."

"The power he masters now is too strong. He doesn't even need to take action personally, and we are already very difficult to deal with."

"Our goods can't come in, the final payment for the goods sent out can't be collected, and we have to face difficulties from the police and the like. Continuing to stay here and be passively tortured is not something a truly smart person and hero should do."

"The most correct thing for us now is to return to Sumuli, integrate the power in our hands, make ourselves stronger, and then with a stronger posture, come to the Federation again and face Lansi directly."

"By that time, we will have the qualifications and power to face him, not like now."

The people around heard his explanation. Although they knew this was him finding reasons and excuses, every person's expression relaxed quite a bit.

Whether he was finding reasons and excuses or not, at least these words were passable.

Seeing that some tourists had started to prepare to board, Christopher also packed up his mood, stood up, and carried his suitcase, preparing to board.

It was also at this time that some police came to the side of the pier. They had a very clear purpose and came directly to the staff checking boat tickets and talked to them.

There were also some police scattered around. Their gazes were tightly locked on those passengers preparing to board, making some people very uncomfortable.

As a person who could "survive" many times, Christopher had a keen "sense of smell." He stopped his steps, sat back down, and let others disperse.

The police's "temporary inspection" made some people at the pier feel uncomfortable. They complained to the police, but there was no good result. If they wanted to board, they had to accept the inspection.

This time the police's attitude was very tough. Even if someone said their temporary inspection was illegal and they were going to sue them, the police didn't back down at all, which made these passengers have to accept the inspection.

More and more people gathered at the pier. The economic upward trend of the Federation not only brought many immigrants to the Federation but also made many people willing to go outside to venture.

The federal information they mastered was their advantage and strength. Recently, the best-selling books in major bookstores were no longer books like "Commercial Empire Starting from a Fishhook" or "Financial Miracle Behind Potatoes," and even "How to Knock on a Customer's Door (Heart)," which Enio's father liked to read the most, had disappeared from the sales list.

Replacing them were some books about how to do cross-border business. A book that had topped the list for the past six months came from a publisher called "Moon House," and the name was "Starting from a Boat Ticket."

The content in this book told the story of the protagonist, which was the person who wrote this book. He carried two sets of clothes to change and more than two hundred dollars, bought a boat ticket to the Tanfite continent, and used two or three years to gradually build a commercial empire that belonged to him.

It introduced in detail how he quickly found opportunities in Slade, and how he used his advantage as a federal person to start acting as a go-between for the Federation and these foreign businessmen, thereby obtaining introduction fees.

In the end, he changed from a person who helped others introduce business to a person who did business. It was said that he had already earned more than ten million, and was still making money!

People were attracted by these inspirational stories that seemed to be replicable, and cross-border trade also became a direction some people started to try. Who wouldn't hope that they would become rich overnight?

It was just that readers would never know that the author of this book actually didn't earn ten million, and a large part of the money he earned wasn't earned by doing business, but earned by writing books.

In this era where it was very difficult for people to expose lies, too many "biography-type" liar authors wrote some things randomly and made their own value multiply.

People liked to read those inspirational books, fantasizing themselves as the protagonist in the books, and in this surging era, easily earning countless money.

Reading inspirational books would be addictive, but people didn't know this point.

However, there were some things in the book that were said well.

That was that Slade was full of opportunities everywhere now. As the victorious nation, Slade obtained enough war reparations.

The war destroyed their homes, a large number of cities were waiting to be rebuilt, and people's living standards urgently needed to be improved. These were all opportunities for cross-border trade.

More importantly, Slade people also realized that the "new world order with the Federation as the core" was being established. They weren't willing to be just a supporting role in this new era, and they had seen the power of science.

The entire world started to learn the "Federal Model," which was to revitalize the country through science and technology. They were developing science and technology, developing a capitalist society, hoping to make themselves the second Federation. Even if they couldn't catch up with the Federation, they couldn't fall behind too much.

This made them need more talent, and it wasn't necessarily that kind of high-knowledge talent, but also some middle-lower level "talent."

This was like a gold rush. People crowded to run to the west, and now people with ideas started to crowd to go abroad to find opportunities.

There were many such people at the pier, a simple travel bag, carrying one or two hundred dollars, and started to fantasize about their future brilliance.

Those police finally stayed in the boarding passage. They checked every person's passport and suitcase passing by. Only after passing the inspection could they board the boat.

It wasn't just here at one place. He looked at several other boarding gates in the distance. Every boarding gate had police.

This made Christopher even more uneasy. His gaze turned on the cadres beside him and finally stopped on a relatively obedient cadre. "You go and see if you can board."

The two looked at each other for a moment before the cadre pursed his lips. "Okay, I hope everything is normal." He unwillingly dragged his suitcase and lined up with those passengers preparing to board, coming to the ticket checking place.

After he handed the boat ticket to the ticket checker, the police officer asked to see his passport. "Please show your passport, sir."

The gazes of the two police officers were like small knives, giving him a sharp feeling. He looked at the police officers looking at him around, and finally took out his passport.

The police officer who checked his passport looked at it for two times and didn't return the passport to him like others, but put it directly into his pocket. "You can't board, sir."

This cadre immediately started shouting, "Why don't you let me board?"

"What crime did I commit?"

"I am a foreigner!"

The police standing in front of him shook his head. "You are suspected of a smuggling case. Before the case ends, you are not allowed to leave the Federation..."

The cadre's voice, which was originally a bit high, stopped abruptly as if someone had pinched his neck. His face was a bit flushed. Just as he was preparing to leave, two police officers didn't know when they came behind him, one took over his suitcase, and the other's hand was pressed on his shoulder.

"The smuggling case needs your cooperation in the investigation, sir. I hope you don't resist..."

The cadre looked at the police officers around and looked at Christopher in the distance, finally choosing silence.

Watching his cadre being sent to the police car by the police and transported away, Christopher's body was trembling slightly, angry, fearful, various emotions mixed together.

He felt that he was like a mouse in a silo, and that cat was gradually approaching him!

"Fuck!" He cursed in a low voice, turned around, and walked outside the pier. "Fuck!"

His gaze looked around. It seemed that every passenger at the pier was looking at him, or shifted their gaze before he looked at them. That feeling of being focused on by gazes gave him a strong sense of being peeped at.

He kept looking for the person peeping at him in the crowd, but there was no good way.

"They mastered our whereabouts, or someone betrayed us!" Walking outside the pier, he threw his suitcase into the trunk.

During this period, his face had never looked good, and there was also an extreme helplessness in the depths of his heart.

He didn't understand what Lansi was trying to do.

But now he knew that if he didn't run, in the end, he would be "squeezed" into a cookie.

"What now?", his brother-in-law asked.

Christopher, sitting in the car, bit his finger. "Find a snakehead, we'll go back through their boat."

There was a long way from the west coast of the Federation to Sumuli, but they very likely wouldn't go directly to Sumuli but would dock in the coastal area of Slade, and then return to the edge area of Sumuli through other means, such as trains, and finally take a boat back to the island.

The car started. Christopher was sitting in the car looking at the scenery on the sea in the distance, but what he was thinking about in his head was Lansi.

What was he doing now?

Lansi was chatting now.

Chatting with the governor.

The development of the west coast over these years wasn't as good as the east coast.

The east coast had the important economic and political centers of the Federation, which made economic development relatively concentrated on the prosperous east coast.

The immigrant groups of the Federation first gathered on the east coast to take root. This was the "Old Federation" in the traditional sense.

While the west was a living circle composed of indigenous people who were driven away. In the eyes of the old federal people, the vast and magnificent western region became synonymous with poor mountains and bad waters.

And there lived many "primitive people," which was a representative of the harsh environment.

After the east developed, people gradually had the idea of developing to the west, and with the "Gold Rush" promoted by the federal government, the Federation started to truly develop the western region.

Of course, the fate of the indigenous people definitely wouldn't be too good in this process. In the end, the industrious federal people harvested the indigenous people while establishing emerging cities one after another in the west.

The land here was very cheap, and the tax policy was also good. Indeed, some cities developed quite well, but not all cities were like this.

Picking a few cities along the coast of the east coast would be very good, but the west coast was different. Many cities had no fame, and the level of economic development always couldn't go up.

Although every state had some development plans and ideas, wanting to truly realize and verify them might still need a period of time.

Lansi came here this time to talk about investment.

As one of the biggest donors of the Social Party at present, he already possessed many invisible privileges.

The west coast had cheap land and cheap labor relative to the east coast. The most critical thing was that the flexibility of the policy here was very large!

Some states could even constantly modify local laws for investors or local consortia to cooperate with their development. This wasn't something that was easy to do in the east.

Although Likai State could also do this for Lansi, Lansi couldn't put all his eggs in one basket.

Strengthening investment in all three states and strengthening control over these three states could bring huge economic benefits to Lansi while also gaining great political influence.

"Jeffery talked to me on the phone before. He talked about your interest in investing on our side. I was thinking about when to call you and invite you to come over to understand, but I didn't expect you to come first!"

The governor was a fifty-five-year-old... middle-aged and elderly person. He looked very spirited, had a good complexion, and his body was also very healthy.

Just from the appearance, he was at most forty-seven or forty-eight years old. People with money and power could always enjoy the most beautiful world and time, no matter when or in any world.

The sweet-smiling little secretary put coffee and some fruits on the table. She bent down sideways to Lansi, and the skirt wrapping her round buttocks seemed to be giving Lansi a hint.

Lansi just glanced at it and withdrew his gaze. He said thank you, then picked up the coffee and took a sip. "Good coffee."

After he put down the coffee cup, he continued, "I am very optimistic about the future development of the west. The economy of the Federation is growing at a speed that exceeds what we can judge. This growth will continue for twenty years or even longer."

"More and more talent and capital will concentrate in the Federation, and the entire commercial environment of the Federation will usher in a big explosion."

"The east is already crowded with old-brand consortia and capital power. For new immigrant capital groups, it's not a good choice."

"The west, which has more space and original ecology, will become their first choice, and with the big explosion of local capital, the competitive pressure in the east will become greater and greater, and more people and capital will choose to move to the west."

"Before they do these things, I can invest in some industries and land here first. When they come here, I believe that my investment today will return to me dozens of times, hundreds of times!"

The governor's face was almost blooming with a smile when he heard these words from Lansi.

Any state governor faces the same problem—if you want to continue sitting in this position, you have to let the local voters see your value!

The federal governor and the federal president are not quite the same. The term of office of the federal president has a time limit, but the governor doesn't have this concern.

Maybe some states have regulations that don't allow the governor to do this job for too long, but they can also immediately return to the stage after resting for a round.

But there is also a considerable part of states that don't limit the governor's term. As long as he wants to do it and the voters support him, he can keep doing it.

Voters are the foundation of politics, although they are only at the bottom of the political ecology. Perhaps this is the trick of the federal government's rule.

Improving the employment rate and increasing income are the best answers that governors can give to voters.

This is a simple thing. When the number of people with jobs starts to become more, the consumption ability of the market will be stronger. One hundred dollars in a person's pocket is just a piece of paper symbolizing currency meaning.

But as long as it starts to circulate in the market, one hundred dollars can drive more material flow and produce more value and upward development!

The governor leaned forward a bit, his elbows pressed on his thighs, which made him lean forward, but didn't have aggressiveness and invasion. "Then... Mr. White, let's talk frankly, what can I do for you?"

"And, what projects do you plan to land locally?"

As long as it wasn't too outrageous, the governor would accept all of Lansi's requests.

After all, the economy is the core that the bottom society of the Federation cares about the most! ===== CHAPTER 1224 =====

After all, the economy is the core concern of the federal underclass!