Chapter 1288: Cowboy

"Beat someone to death?" Little Porter took a drag of his cigarette, his expression somewhat unfocused.

Although he was a very wicked person, when it came to this kind of thing, he still—couldn't quite stomach it.

He could watch those fighting dogs tear each other to pieces, could watch bulls shatter their skulls, and could watch many other animals die to please humans.

But he couldn't quite stomach humans dying to please humans.

Pipi didn't know what he was thinking and continued to introduce, "These games like dog fighting or cockfighting might involve cheating. You know, if there are some transactions between the trainers of both sides that we don't know about, they could indeed make arrangements beforehand."

"Although doing this might attract intervention from the gambling dens, there are always some people who are very clever; they do it in a way that makes it almost impossible for others to see they are cheating."

There are many ways to rig animal fights. Pipi had already told Little Porter about some, such as rubbing a potion on the fighting dogs that allows them to not feel pain in their skin and flesh for a certain period of time, which is one of them. There are also people who apply more anesthetic ointment.

As long as the dog is bitten, the anesthetic will numb the other dog's mouth through the oral mucosa, making it unable to exert force.

There are also some who give the animals stimulating drugs, making them erupt with more ferocity, fearless even in the face of death.

There are too many methods for these trainers to study how to cheat. After all, for them, the cost of rigging is far lower than the benefits they gain from it.

But no one cheats in underground boxing, because no one would use their own life to gamble.

Just like an underground boxer wouldn't bet on his opponent to win just to make money, and then intentionally get beaten to death by the other party in the match; this kind of situation basically cannot happen.

Of course, there are some boxers with disparate strengths who participate in matches and are arranged together. These matches often don't allow betting on the strong boxers; they only set it up so that betting is available on the very weak boxer.

It's said to be a gambling fight, but it's more like an exhibition match.

Such matches often serve as a warm-up before the official matches begin.

The Xiang Yalan region has plenty of people who are too poor to survive. The gambling dens give these people a few dozen dollars to get on stage and box against those professional underground boxers. As long as they can hold out for a few minutes, they can take the money and leave alive.

Of course, it doesn't matter if they can't hold out; their families can get the money, but they have to stay behind.

There will always be people who take the risk. After all, as long as they protect themselves and dodge actively, they shouldn't be beaten to death in just a few minutes.

This is what many people think before getting on stage. They might feel they can do it, but often they cannot.

To ensure they can always find such warm-up fighters willing to get on stage for money, the gambling dens also require the underground boxers to only beat those people to death in the last minute or two.

This creates a feeling that the gap was slight, but the final result didn't exceed expectations.

Therefore, there is a lot of cheating in animal fighting, but very few people cheat in underground boxing.

For money, for survival, every fighter who enters the ring will eventually erupt with all their strength to win the match!

So although animal fighting is also exciting, compared to real underground boxing, whether in intensity or stimulation, it is still slightly lacking.

Little Porter shook his head, "I don't like that. Don't mention this matter to me again."

He first confirmed his own thoughts. After all, he was just a young master of a wealthy and powerful family; he wasn't some peerless fierce or ruthless person who had to see someone die in front of him to be able to laugh.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to stomach someone dying in front of him, and he was afraid of making a fool of himself, so it was better not to watch these things.

Pipi didn't continue talking about this. As a lackey, he knew very clearly what his position was.

"Then now—", he asked softly.

Little Porter stood up and stretched, "Let's go eat something first, then go relax—"

Eating wasn't the main thing; relaxing was.

The target Pipi chose for Little Porter this time was cleaner and younger. Little Porter played very happily. He liked to see that sense of withered beauty, liked to see those women abandon their personality and self-esteem under the influence of his money. He liked to trample on others' dignity to gain more pleasure!

He was a bastard, but he didn't feel he was an irredeemable bastard. At least he didn't use other people's lives to amuse himself, did he?

Just like that, for two or three consecutive weeks, with Pipi's help, he obtained what he wanted. He felt this place was heaven, much more fun than the Federation!

If he were in the Federation, he wouldn't be able to find so many interesting things to play with. The most critical point was that it didn't cost him much money, and another most important point was that here he could do anything he wanted to do.

If he dared to do this in the Federation, reports would appear in the newspapers tomorrow, making him, his grandfather, and the entire Porter family lose face.

But here, no one cared who he was, and no one cared what he did. People just wanted the money in his pocket and then paid for his pleasure!

Seeing that he had been in Luli for a month, Pipi appeared outside the military base on time again on the weekend. Today, Little Porter came out a bit later than usual.

After spending more time with Pipi, he also appeared slightly more casual, not so—distant.

"You people, I really find it hard to understand. Haven't you been treated well since the Federation people arrived?"

He was complaining after walking out of the military base because his leave for next week and the week after had been canceled. The reason was that several murder cases targeting Federation people had occurred in Luli recently.

There was also a mining transport vehicle that had been robbed, and they had lost about seventy or eighty thousand dollars worth of gold.

The purpose of the federal government stationing troops here was for them to prevent and solve these problems, so starting next week, they would also have to increase patrol missions.

This resulted in him being unable to come out to find fun on the weekend. Now it's one break every three weeks, and these three weeks aren't spent in the military base; they have to go to some areas where Federation people are attacked more frequently to conduct armed patrols.

Patrolling in that damn wilderness near the primeval forest, with mosquitoes, insects, snakes, and rats—just thinking about it made him feel helpless.

So as soon as he saw Pipi, he couldn't help but start grumbling.

"If it weren't for us coming, you'd still be rolling in the mud, damn it. Here, this city looks almost the same as the primeval forest where the natives live."

"Fuck, I really can't understand the thinking of you people. Has backwardness caused your brains to fail to keep up with the evolution of the times?"

Pipi knew these words weren't directed at him, but it still made his face feel a bit hot, "You're right. I also feel deep shame that I am of the same race as them, Mr. Porter!"

After a long while, he squeezed out this sentence.

Little Porter glanced at him and sighed, "I'm not talking about you, Pipi. You're a good guy. At least you never harm Federation people; you just want to make money from our hands. I think you're a hundred times better than them!"

"Let's not talk about these depressing things. I plan to relax properly today. Massage in the morning, and in the afternoon, take me to find that—you mentioned last time."

To earn money from Federation people, there are many places providing massages locally.

Some massages aren't very formal, but there are also some that are very formal, providing regular massage services that can make people completely relax.

Little Porter was going to participate in armed patrols early tomorrow morning and wouldn't be able to return for at least twenty days. He had to enjoy himself properly.

Pipi took him to the best massage place in the area. With the help of two ladies as thick as water buckets, he felt as if he had been reborn; every muscle felt so comfortable he was about to moan!

After eating a sumptuous lunch at noon, in the afternoon, he urged Pipi to take him to that family Pipi mentioned last time.

A couple who had just been married for only two years. According to the original social class definition, this couple was considered above the middle class in Luli.

Before the arrival of the Federation people, this family had accumulated wealth through several generations and had already completed a class transformation, developing from the lower-middle class toward the upper-middle class.

If nothing unexpected happened, this generation, or the next, would be able to achieve class crossing and become upper-class people in Luli.

They operated two factories, with very healthy income and expenditure, with an annual surplus of about a thousand dollars, and it was still constantly increasing.

Perhaps in a few years, they could have an annual income of tens of thousands, or tens of thousands, or even more, eventually becoming one of the big capitalists in Luli.

But unfortunately, with the arrival of the Federation people, their beautiful future was directly shattered.

In the eyes of some, the Federation people brought orders, brought hope, and brought many things beneficial to ordinary people.

But for another part of the people, the Federation people brought destruction.

A large amount of cheap goods flooded the market, making their goods directly lose their sales channels.

Goods couldn't be sold, but workers still needed to be paid, and there were large amounts of various consumptions every month.

The Federation once published a bestseller on management called "Only One Step from Millionaire to Vagrant," which detailed the predicament faced by lower-middle-class factories during the Great Depression.

Taking a factory with a scale of one thousand people as an example, the factory owner has one million in assets, of which two hundred thousand is cash.

It seems like the factory owner has a lot of funds, but every month the factory alone needs to pay out about forty thousand dollars in wages, plus other maintenance and losses. As long as profitability cannot be guaranteed, his assets will decrease by about fifty to sixty thousand every month.

Just three months without income, and this factory owner would face the predicament of bankruptcy.

With the promulgation of the "Labor Relations Act," firing employees in the Federation requires compensation. Firing employees only accelerates the factory owner's death, which enters a vicious cycle.

Once capital turnover fails, it will immediately enter the bankruptcy stage, and the bank will take over their assets and then auction them at an extremely low price.

This book introduced many cases where some high-quality assets went bankrupt and closed down just because they couldn't turn around for two or three months, and then were swallowed up by big capital.

Some were even commercial means of big capital, directly swallowing these enterprises.

The problem this family encountered was similar. Their goods couldn't be sold, workers still needed to be paid, and they faced some other problems and troubles.

The efforts of several generations of a family—they couldn't cut off everything at the first moment, and the rolling debt dragged them into the abyss.

This was something Pipi encountered when he was wandering around while Little Porter was working, chatting with several lenders he knew. The couple hoped to borrow a few hundred dollars.

The woman was very beautiful, so Pipi had some ideas. After inquiring about the situation of this family, he felt Little Porter would like it.

It's just that this couple didn't agree to his request. After all—for them, this was a very difficult thing to do. He told Little Porter about it last time, trying to continue working hard, and would tell him after success.

After this week, he used some of his connections to let the creditors continue to press for debt, plus Pipi's recent reputation was indeed not small, and he had a lot of face.

Some lenders didn't lend money to this young couple, and in the end, they had to agree to Pipi's request.

The previous few times Little Porter experienced were all young married women who had been married for several years and had children. Changing the taste this time was also not bad.

And he felt—the higher their previous social class, the heavier their sense of shame, and the more energetic he would be when conquering them!

The places he went to before were all in areas where poor people lived. This time they came to a high-end apartment.

The male host looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and the female host was only twenty-one or twenty-two.

They were like guests, entering the door and sitting on the sofa, with several people sitting face to face, the atmosphere a bit awkward.

Little Porter looked around this apartment, it looked quite good, "How much is this apartment worth?"

"I'm just curious."

The male host immediately replied, "Converted to federal Sol, it takes about three hundred dollars."

Not cheap, it can sell for this price in such a poor place.

Little Porter was a bit curious, "Why don't you consider selling the house?"

"I heard you are very short of money now."

The male host sighed, "It's already the bank's."

Luli also has banks, and the whole country has only one bank, the "Luli National Bank." This was opened by the Luli government, or rather, opened by those ruling classes.

It basically faces the group above the middle class in society. For example, the bottom of society doesn't have the need to save money.

A three-hundred-dollar house, after being mortgaged to the bank, only exchanged for a loan of about two hundred dollars.

This money, for the predicament they faced before, honestly didn't have much use.

To maintain the factory's continued operation, it is necessary to ensure the factory's production capacity, but the things produced cannot be sold. It can be said that the more produced, the more lost.

Stopping is also not possible, those workers will make trouble, and some debts in business before cannot be collected, as if everything became bad overnight.

House, car, all filled in, still not enough.

Little Porter nodded, people in this situation are very common in the Federation. He picked up the coffee placed on the table and took a sip, the taste was very average, and he put it down again, "Can you tell me why you need this money?"

The male host was silent for two seconds, "I recently received an order from the Federation. I need money to start work. As long as I can complete this order, I can start making money again and take back everything that belongs to me."

Little Porter looked at the young couple, nodded slightly, "I can lend you this money, and I can also not want interest, but I have a request. I don't know if Pipi has told you."

The couple's expressions became unusually unnatural. In the end, the male host could only nod, "Yes, he told us."

"You can borrow five hundred dollars from us, clear it within three years, no interest needed, but need—"

"Need my wife—"

"To pay this special interest."

Five hundred dollars is not given to him directly, it still needs to be returned.

Luli's interest is the same as usury, much higher than the Federation. The annual interest rate is up to thirty-something percent. It can be said that five hundred dollars will be one thousand dollars after three years.

But now he doesn't need to pay this interest, just need his wife to accompany Little Porter a few times.

Accompany a few times, exchanged for a loan, and exempted all interest. For this broken family, this is indeed a life-saving straw.

Gamble, a beautiful future is not far away.

Little Porter's gaze shifted to the female host at this time, her figure was good, her face was also beautiful, especially the shyness and cowardice on her face, which made Little Porter a bit restless.

"Then—what are we waiting for?"

He took out a stack of money from his pocket, all twenty-dollar bills. He counted twenty-five, let the male host write him an IOU, and then handed the money to the other party.

The moment the male host got the money, Little Porter couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He had already begun to look forward to the next brand-new experience.

Such a young woman who hasn't experienced much of life, perhaps it will have a special flavor?

His throat was like hiding a monster, couldn't help but make some moans.

"I can't wait—", he took the young woman's hand and pulled her up from the sofa, "Where is the bedroom?"

The male host seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he could only sit back, covering his face with both hands, sitting there motionless.

His wife was pulled into the bedroom by Little Porter just like that, and even—Little Porter didn't even close the bedroom door completely, still leaving a gap!

He just wanted people outside to hear and feel the things he did inside. This would give him a feeling of blood rushing to his head. He loved this place to death!

At this time, he was like a cowboy, about to tame a wild horse!

He would prove to this wild horse that he was a good cowboy! ===== CHAPTER 1289 =====