Chapter 1241: Arrangement and second attempt at negotiation

President Luo Bote handed the signed document to his chief of staff, then looked at his son who was walking in from outside.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and soon the irrelevant people in the room left the room. His chief of staff also very thoughtfully helped him close the office door.

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote walked to the opposite side of his desk and sat down. He noticed that President Luo Bote, his father, had his eyes on the pass on his chest, which made Mr. Zhong Luo Bote have some smiles on his face.

He pursed his lips, looked down at the pass on his chest, and touched it twice with his fingers, "It looks decent."

It was written with his position—

Director of the Federal National Security Bureau!

President Luo Bote's gaze fell from that pass onto his son's face, "I hope you can perform at least a passing grade in this position."

He paused for a while, "Are you busy over there?"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote leaned forward and lifted the cigarette case on the president's desk, took a cigarette from it, and then lit it for himself, without being polite at all.

President Luo Bote was not angry about his unasked-for behavior. After all, they were father and son, biological father and son. In the absence of outsiders, there was no need to say hello for such small things.

He placed the desktop lighter in front of him, looked at it for a while, and then tilted his head and lit the lighter.

That was a copper lighter inlaid with silver pieces, and the content of the lighter was the moment Mr. Luo Bote took the oath!

When someone pressed the lighter switch, the "little silver man" Mr. Luo Bote standing behind the podium would raise his arm, and then the flame would gush out from his fist.

These desktop lighters could indeed be seen as the artistic crystallization of federal small crafts. In some foreign-related occasions after President Luo Bote took office, he gave some similar lighters as part of state gifts to those diplomatic visitors.

This also made the already popular desktop lighters explode again. Now almost all desktop lighter manufacturers had received amazing orders.

Capital and politics sometimes completed collusion inadvertently. Some foreign customers had ordered a lot of desktop lighters. Under the promotion of the Federation and President Luo Bote, it had become a symbol of an era, and even one of the symbols of the Federation!

"Basically busy, I have recruited enough people, recruited some from the military, and then dug some people from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and also got some people from the Ministry of Justice, and our own people."

"The basic structure of the Security Bureau is almost complete. Next is to find a few big cases and completely make our name in the Federation."

President Luo Bote nodded, "Very mature idea, how do you consider it?"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote took a puff of his cigarette, his crossed legs shook, "Find some big cases. If we deal with Lan now..."

When hearing this suggestion, President Luo Bote immediately shook his head and interrupted his words, "Now is not the time."

"Although I often say Luo Lan is a waste, in fact we all know that Luo Lan's ability is worth affirming."

"He couldn't handle Lan. Even with our support, he couldn't handle Lan. Do you think you can handle Lan?"

"When the Security Bureau is just a grass-roots creation and hasn't been verified?"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote instinctively wanted to refute President Luo Bote's words. He didn't think he was worse than Luo Lan. In his eyes, Luo Lan was indeed a waste.

But his old man said so, he couldn't refute his old man's words and make him lose face so much.

And after he calmed down and considered it seriously, this matter was indeed very tricky if he put the target on Lan from the beginning.

"Luo Lan told me before that this person Lan White is different from ordinary gangs from the beginning."

"He never reaches out to those ordinary people, and he never engages in malicious low-level criminal acts to seek benefits for himself."

"He doesn't blackmail the public, doesn't collect protection fees, except for selling alcohol, and murder cases we can't get evidence for, he almost never does illegal things."

"You want to investigate his criminal evidence to accuse him, basically there is no possibility. Instead, it will make him vigilant, or even counterattack."

"Many people outside are questioning my decision to let you be the director of the Federal Security Bureau. You don't have any particularly outstanding resumes in politics or in law enforcement departments. They think you can't be competent for this important department."

"Because you are my son, you can wear that certificate. I actually hope you can make everyone shut up through your own efforts!"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote had been smoking stuffy cigarettes. He knew this.

President Luo Bote had been active on the political stage before becoming a presidential candidate, but as his son, Mr. Zhong Luo Bote was clearly not so active.

He was not so keen on political things, nor was he very good at it, so he had been dealing with the dark side of the family.

For a person who does dirty work, it is best for him to hide in the sewer for a lifetime and not come out. As long as he stands out and is exposed to the sun, there is a possibility of being seen by people, and seeing the dirty things he did.

This made him indeed have no resume that could be taken out and known by people. It was normal for people to doubt his ability.

Before, President Luo Bote didn't consider that he would have a chance to become president one day, so he didn't make any preparations.

Now the sudden opportunity appeared in front of him, and he didn't have time to prepare so many things for his son, but fortunately he was the president. He nominated a director, and everyone still gave him face.

As long as Mr. Zhong Luo Bote made some achievements, then people could accept the reality that Mr. Zhong Luo Bote was also a capable person.

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote smoked two stuffy cigarettes, "I know, I actually have some plans."

"I have selected ten serial murder cases that have not been solved from across the country, and plan to investigate secretly for a period of time. If I can solve a few of them, I can stand firm in the federal political arena."

President Luo Bote nodded with relief, "It's good that you can have such an idea. I will fully support you in solving these cases, no matter what you need, including some privileges."

He paused for a while and warned again, "Lan and Senator Cleveland and these people, don't touch them for the time being. Before we figure out how much news they have mastered about us, don't easily do anything to them."

"I'm not afraid of them, just if we tear our faces in advance for these small things, it won't do us any good."

"This four years is just the result of my compromise with them. After the next four years...", Mr. Luo Bote twisted his head, "I will let them understand whose Federation the Federation is!"

This was work, and it was over after chatting for a few words. President Luo Bote's attention quickly shifted to his grandson, "How is that bastard recently?"

If it weren't for Little Luo Bote messing around, they wouldn't be so passive like now!

During the general election, when Senator Cleveland hinted that he seemed to know something, President Luo Bote was really scared into a cold sweat.

So much campaign funds were invested in him, and the interpersonal relationships of the party's high-level had been used. If he couldn't become president because of Little Luo Bote's rotten things, I'm afraid he would even have the heart to commit suicide.

But fortunately, everything passed smoothly, and he became president. He had already signed a pardon order, and the object of the pardon was Little Luo Bote.

Once his case was implicated, he would immediately make this pardon order take effect, letting his grandson avoid dragging him down.

As for whether the next president would turn over the old account after his term, it was no longer within his consideration.

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote curled his lips, "Still the same, eating, drinking, playing, playing with women, hanging out with his friends who have no progress, and can't see anyone every day."

Little Luo Bote was originally a member of a political family with good prospects, and he was also a character with some weight in the political circle.

Now he was upgraded to be the president's grandson. People who couldn't flatter President Luo Bote and Mr. Zhong Luo Bote would turn to flatter Little Luo Bote, who was easier to talk to.

For this young man, it could only be said that the world had become more beautiful. There were people scrambling to pay for him, and countless girls were willing to sleep with him, no matter what he asked them to do.

Everything best in the world surrounded him, how could he go home on time every day?

Either messing around in bed with a few girls, or drunk on some bed because of drinking too much, this was his life now.

President Luo Bote considered for a while and said, "Before, I didn't think I had a chance to sit here...", he reached out and patted the armrest of the presidential chair, "So when I handled some problems, I handled them according to the 'family model'."

"But now I sit here, and we have the opportunity to leave more important political heritage to you, to that bastard. Some things need to change."

"He can't mess around like this anymore. He has to take on the responsibility of being my grandson, take on everything we are about to pass on to him!"

"Find something for him to do, no matter what, he can't be like this anymore."

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote nodded, he pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, "Let him accept a period of training in the army, maybe it will make his situation better?"

President Luo Bote nodded after listening, "A good idea, it can not only let him get certain exercise, but also let him leave here in a short time, so he won't make mistakes."

"Go and do this well."

After a while, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote shook his head, "No, I just came to see, and by the way, tell you that the Security Bureau has started to hang up and play a role."

President Luo Bote glanced at his watch, "I have another meeting later, so I can't let you stay here for too long. After going out, call everyone at the door in, then..."

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote immediately stood up holding the armrest of the chair, "I'll go immediately."

Not long after, the people waiting outside the door returned to the presidential office and continued the work they hadn't finished before.

And Mr. Zhong Luo Bote left the presidential palace smoothly, and no one even checked his pass, nor did anyone check whether his car was loaded with things that shouldn't be loaded.

This is the special feature of privilege!

After he returned to the Security Bureau, he called his subordinates over and explained the tasks assigned to them.

These people were dug by him personally, and they were also people he trusted. He let them try their best to solve those serial murder cases that had not been solved. "This is the 'first shot' of our Security Bureau. There is a group of people outside waiting to see our jokes. I know you are eager for success, and I might succeed, so this time we need results that are enough to make people look sideways."

"No matter who it is, what method is used, I just want the result!"

He emphasized, accompanied by his body movements, the context of this sentence was greatly strengthened.

"Okay, go to work, Fredi, you stay."

Fredi was a person in the Luo Bote family, and also a confidant of Mr. Zhong Luo Bote. He arranged these family confidants to come in early, and now they became supervisors of various departments, occupying about 40 percent of the total number.

After people left, Mr. Zhong Luo Bote said, "You are responsible for arranging to investigate some situations about Lan, don't disturb him, investigate quietly."

"Also arrange for someone to investigate that bastard's case, see if all the insiders are under our control, and if there are any omissions by us."

Although President Luo Bote told him not to do so, how could he really do nothing?

Thinking that their important evidence and clues might be mastered by these political enemies, he couldn't sleep!

Fredi nodded and agreed, then turned and left to work.

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote turned his head to look at the blue sky without clouds outside the window and sighed slowly.

Little Luo Bote went crazy the first time he knew he was going to report to the police station. As a playboy, he couldn't leave alcohol, maple grass, and those girls!

How could he agree to let him go to the barracks for a hard life?

When Mr. Zhong Luo Bote returned home in the evening, he had a big fight with Mr. Zhong Luo Bote!

"I don't agree to go!", he stood on the corridor on the second floor and looked at Mr. Zhong Luo Bote who walked in from the gate across the railing, "Even if you beat me to death, I won't go to that damn place!"

"Holy crab, really damn hell, how did you think of throwing me into that place?"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote, who had just entered the door, was a bit unable to react to the series of questions. He glanced at his wife who was full of worry in the living room, and then looked at his son standing on the corridor on the second floor.

While handing the clothes to the maid beside him, he walked towards the living room, "This is not my idea alone, it is the idea of you and your grandfather."

When the name President Luo Bote appeared in this matter, Little Luo Bote was slightly nervous, but only for a moment.

Immediately he became irritable again, "Even if you use grandfather to suppress me, it's useless. I tell you, I can't go to be a soldier. That damn place can suffocate people!"

"Fack, that's not a place for people to stay at all!"

Mr. Zhong Luo Bote glanced at the butler. The butler nodded slightly, indicating that those irrelevant people had left here. Mr. Zhong Luo Bote sat on the side of the sofa, "This is a kind of tempering for you, and also a kind of protection for you."

"Listen, the family needs you to stand up. You have reached the time when you should do something for the family. You can't mess around like in the past."

Little Luo Bote still didn't listen to persuasion, "Don't pull what family or not, it's just that you think I'm annoying, and I have other brothers and sisters, you can completely cultivate them..."

The "brothers and sisters" he said referred to cousins. The qualified heirs of a big family are not necessarily direct descendants with blood relationship with the head of the family, but also close relatives.

As long as they can lead the family further, then it can be passed on to anyone.

This is a kind of helplessness, and also a kind of advanced system.

Hearing Little Luo Bote say these words, Mr. Zhong Luo Bote, who was already a bit angry, stood up with a cold face.

His wife came over somewhat worriedly and wanted to stop him, but he shook his head, then pulled out his belt and went upstairs amidst Little Luo Bote's screams...

Not long after, screams of Little Luo Bote came from a room in the manor...

Early the next morning, he was taken by the butler and people to the Ministry of National Defense. The Ministry of National Defense had promised him to find a good troop for Little Luo Bote to stay, let him accept training, accept transformation, although this sounded a bit awkward.

It's just that they didn't know that Lan also let people keep an eye on Little Luo Bote. After all, as the absolute male lead of the entire tragedy, Little Luo Bote couldn't disappear.

When he was needed, he must stand at the forefront of public opinion and accept the trial of the entire Federation and even the entire world!

In South Yalan State, the construction workers' union was also falling into a dilemma—whether to continue to confront Lan and his labor service agency?

From the reaction of Lan's side now, they might not have put the construction workers' union in their eyes from the beginning. The so-called protest might just be a joke in Lan's eyes.

He casually counterattacked, and the construction workers' union couldn't hold it.

Two days ago, the vice president was still worried that as more and more people participated in the protest, it would lead to a doubling of their activity expenses.

Now it's good, basically no one came to participate in their protest activities. Except for some die-hard fans, twenty or thirty people, forty or fifty people, couldn't form any huge momentum at all. This side simply suspended the protest activities.

Once the protest activities stopped, the whole thing suddenly became a bit awkward, a bit of a feeling of being neither up nor down.

"If we mobilize manpower, we can also mobilize some construction workers from other surrounding cities.", the vice president said so in the conference room, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

This made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, thinking that the gazes didn't all contain approval, recognition, but also some mocking gazes.

He didn't know who that person, or those few people were, but someone must be mocking him in his heart.

The president shook his head, "It's very simple to mobilize people from other places, but our expenses will increase significantly."

"Accommodation, food, expenses, how much money do we have in the account?"

The union accountant flipped through the notebook in his hand, "There are still about 70,000 dollars."

70,000 dollars is actually quite a lot. In this era, it can do many things, but if they want to use this 70,000 dollars to satisfy their demands, I'm afraid it's still too little.

That group of Lan's people had been proven to be soft and hard to eat. They needed to face and bear various situations more than expected.

The president didn't speak after hearing this number, just kept a dazed silence.

After a while, someone said softly, "How about... we talk to them again?"

The president didn't say anything, just kept that dazed silence. No matter what ideas he had at this time, it was not suitable for him to express his position.

As president, once he expressed his position, it was equivalent to pointing out the direction for the subsequent development.

If it was other small things, he could have his own ideas. Like this kind of thing, he couldn't do that.

After a while, the vice president broke the silence, "I will contact Lan White again to see if there is any possibility of solving this matter through negotiation."

"I know some of you have started to be afraid. The things that happened outside are indeed disturbing."

"But gentlemen, this matter relates to whether the construction workers' union will exist in the future. It is no longer a simple competition problem."

"If we make concessions this time, then tomorrow we will also make concessions because of our concessions today. We can't always make concessions, right?"

"If the result of this negotiation is not so friendly, and we have to face the worst situation, then I hope everyone can prepare some psychological preparations."

At this time, someone was whispering below, "How bad can the worst be?"

The vice president frowned, he looked in the direction of the sound, "Who?"

"Who was talking below just now?"

He looked at the few people in the direction of the sound. Those people all closed their mouths and pretended to know nothing, which made him very annoyed.

"How bad can the worst be?"

"Does the dissolution of the union count as bad?"

"Is it bad for you people who have never worked on the construction site to find a job again?"

"Ask me how bad it can be?"

"Fack, terrible!"

A few words made everyone's face pale. If they really lost their jobs, this was definitely fatal!

After the meeting, the president found the vice president in his office, "You don't have to be so excited."

The vice president put his hands on his waist and squinted at the president. The two looked at each other for a while and he sighed, "You think I want to be excited?"

"Isn't it because we have no way to solve these problems?"

"A few days ago I thought he had no way to deal with us, I didn't expect him to find a counter-means so quickly."

"The government is on his side, the police are on his side, this is the worst battle I have ever fought!"

The president sighed, "That's because the victims of this matter are only us..." ===== CHAPTER 1242 =====