Chapter 152: Visits with different purposes and bottom lines

Temporarily relying on the Pasreto family is the best choice Lans can imagine at present.

Any time, any society, is actually talking about value and expressing value.

Maybe it will be different because of different social culture, historical foundation, or something else, but their essence is the same.

Sometimes in some regions, value is considered to be money, but there are also places that think value represents status, or whether it is loyal.

You have to make people feel that you are useful, have the value of staying, and you will be left behind.

Actually, almost everyone walked over like this!

President, Speaker of the House, Senate Majority Leader, various ministers, big capitalists, and even family leaders.

They all walked over like this, but the road they walked and the road ordinary people walked might be a bit different.

Big shots often drive cars, while little people can only run.

Driving has many benefits: easy, convenient, and can enjoy the scenery along the way, can hold the steering wheel with one hand, and can go further on this road of "achievement and glory".

After all, when the car has no oil, they can finally get down and walk a few steps.

But those who run, their attention is all focused on the constantly consuming physical strength, and those... competitors.

They can't go too far before they are defeated by fatigue and hunger, and then they are caught up by latecomers, and finally choose to lie flat.

The distance from the starting point to where they stop is called "family accumulation".

Those who are a bit luckier, who are unwilling to admit defeat, might drum up courage and strength again, run for a while, but will eventually fall down.

The smarter ones will find a way to catch a ride when a car passes by. Maybe you are not sitting in the driver's seat, maybe you are sitting in the back, sitting on the roof, or even hiding under the car.

But at least, you can go further and save more effort than those who run with their own legs!

Although sometimes when the car has problems, you have to get down and push the car, or get your hands full of filth because of repairing the car, but compared to those who are still running behind with legs, these costs are completely acceptable!

As long as the car can still drive and the person driving doesn't let you down, it is worth paying some price for this journey.

If one day, you suddenly find that you also possess the qualification and money to buy a car, then this means a new life is about to begin.

Of course, it is also possible that you can't afford a car, or don't have the qualification to buy a car, and can only follow someone else's car.

If you are lucky, you can go all the way to the terminal, although the probability is not high.

Because there are always people who can push the car better than you appearing on the journey, and there will be people who can repair the car better than you, and there are those who are even more flamboyant than you.

Being kicked off halfway is the norm.

But this is also accumulation, because your children will have more advantages than those who have never taken a ride.

Everyone has to go through this, no one is born a Federal President. The current Federal President also started from being a mayor's assistant.

He has some background and identity additions, but he also walked up step by step from the "bottom".

Lans wants to go higher, so he must have a "car".

After hanging up the phone, people in the room were all looking at him, no one spoke, although some of them didn't understand why they had to rely on the Pasreto family.

However, based on their trust in Lans, none of them asked.

Lans patted his knees and stood up, "Can go home."

"Drive back?"

"Do you want to walk back?"

A group of young people finally showed some long-lost smiles on their faces, returned to the backyard, drove the cars, and stepped on the road home openly.

On the way, several police cars passed by them, but no one came down to stop them and check if these people had alarmed those in the police system.

This is the interesting thing about being protected by rules. You will find that many law enforcement agencies have become deaf and blind.

On the way, Aierwen asked, "Are we going to sell our lives for the Pasreto family?"

Lans pressed half of his body on the open car window door. The wind outside had some chill, just blowing away the irritability in his heart before, "We don't sell our lives for people. This is a transaction."

"We follow the rules, give him money, and some loyalty, let him protect us."

"When we possess powerful strength, he will take the initiative to let us leave."

Aierwen said while controlling the car, "I'm just worried that he will let us do some dangerous things..."

Lans is not very worried, "Before I help him establish a more stable, safe, and cost-saving money laundering company, he won't do that."

Most criminal groups are racking their brains on the problem of money laundering. On one hand, it is the risk of money laundering. The tax bureau doesn't calculate with you "how much tax you stole this time", they will calculate how much you owe them through "heard your grandfather started doing these businesses".

On the other hand, the high cost of money laundering is also a problem. The 55% to 45% cost of the Koda family is a typical example.

You desperately get 1,000,000, but after a turn, only 500,000 or even 450,000 is left. Who can stand this?

So when Lans proposed a more stable, safe, and low-loss money laundering method, Mr. Pasreto was a bit moved.

But it hasn't reached the point where it must be implemented, because every year there are always some people saying nice things, trying to get something from him or others.

"You have a count in your heart."

The motorcade returned to the new house. They put the submachine guns and pistols into sacks and hid them in a basement that Lans dug separately.

Although it is highly probable that the police station won't find his big trouble, vigilance still needs to be vigilant. They just don't find your trouble today, it doesn't mean they won't find your trouble in the future.

Slept until dawn, never slept so comfortably, but at 7 o'clock in the morning, he was woken up by Alberto's voice.

Alberto came over, taking the gun is one aspect, and re-appointing to go to Yalan is another thing, and also to meet his "new brother".

"I knew it, Lans, I knew it. From the moment I saw you, I knew we would become good brothers in the future!", Alberto heard that Lans officially joined the group, so he couldn't help running over to chat with him.

From the perspective of Federalists and others, Sumuli people are very united, but within Sumuli people, there are some rifts between the four major families of Sumuli Island and the Sumuli people's forces in the Federation.

Just like all ancient forces that were once broad but have started to decline, they always hold on to orthodoxy, because only in this way can they continue to bathe in the glory of their ancestors.

Sumuli people who go out from Sumuli Island, no matter how they develop outside, even if they become the president of the country, when they return to Sumuli Island, they should still be grandsons when they are grandsons.

Their rigid and inflexible approach has caused some rifts between the local four major families and the people here in the Federation. Maybe it's not very obvious, but it will explode sooner or later.

The interior of the Sumuli people who immigrated to the Federation is not completely of one piece either. The developed capitalist society of the Federation and clear values have impacted the concepts of many Sumuli people.

They no longer follow some traditional concepts and become more like Federalists.

Of course, it's not to say that all traditions are good, but at least in terms of "having family and religious organizations", they think they should still respect tradition, but some people think this is outdated.

In short, they also have struggles internally.

If one day, some problem really explodes, it must be the person with the most powerful strength who can live more comfortably.

Alberto hopes that Lans can become a good help for him, and can let his investment get a generous return.

After the two hugged, they sat on the sofa separately. Alberto was very interested in some things that happened last night. After Lans roughly recounted the whole process, he couldn't sit still and walked back and forth.

"So exciting, Lans, you should have called me at the last moment...", he actually also knew this was a fart, but this way of expression could enhance his sense of substitution.

"And that cold joke of yours is very interesting. How did you think of it?", he was referring to Haile snorkeling beside him for half an hour.

When Mr. Pasreto called, he mentioned this, commented on Lans's sense of humor very friendly, and believed that he could obtain better growth opportunities.

The Federation is a very strange society. On one hand, they refuse "rookies" to join the high-level circle, but on the other hand, for

The Federation is a very strange society; on one hand, they refuse to let "rookies" join high-level circles, but on the other hand, for people they like, they spare no effort to help them improve.

In social interactions, a sense of humor and self-deprecation are always the best ways to attract people's attention; every successful person possesses this trait.

Even if they don't, they must pretend they do.

There was once a politician with no sense of humor who, in order to appear humorous, found some people who specialized in writing jokes and the like to help him write quite a bit of humorous material, which earned him a certain degree of success.

When he retired and shared his insights on "what to do if you have no sense of humor," he brought this up.

Lanse shrugged, "It might be innate."

Alberto laughed for a while, "Now that your affairs are mostly resolved, can we set off for Xiang Yalan?"

Lanse apologized first for the sudden delay in the itinerary, "I didn't expect the problems to erupt all at once, and for the situation to develop so quickly."

Alberto didn't mind at all, "None of us wanted it to turn out like this, but fortunately, you resolved it perfectly."

"If all goes well, there will be good news after you return."

Lanse looked into Alberto's eyes, and without waiting for him to dodge, he roughly understood the meaning behind those words just now.

He didn't point it out, "So, this also counts as a trip, right?"

Alberto nodded, "Xiang Yalan has many unique things; you will like it!", he winked—beauties, fine wine, warm beaches; going to Xiang Yalan when the weather starts to cool down is indeed a pleasure.

Especially when you have money!

All day long, police cars in New Jincheng were wailing and rushing about; many people didn't know what had happened, but according to rumors, organized by the Mayor and coordinated by Chief Chali of the Municipal Bureau, the evidence collection work surrounding the Kalami Gang criminal group had reached its final stage.

They were arresting the core members of the Kalami Gang and would send them all to prison.

The police department disclosed some information that the public didn't know much about, for instance, there were reports that they were involved in at least forty-seven homicide cases.

Moreover, most of the victims were new immigrant groups and women; Chief Chali stated that the Federation would do its utmost to protect the various rights of anyone who arrived in the Federation through legal channels.

This is the most basic human rights respect for federal citizens and immigrants alike.

In order to clean up the public security problems in New Jincheng, and also to ensure that these perpetrators could receive a fair judicial outcome, the Mayor specifically instructed Chief Chali of the City Police Department to control, arrest, and try the Kalami Gang.

Over the course of a few days, a large number of police cars rushed back and forth every day; it is said that the police even engaged in fierce gunfights with some members of the Kalami Gang and successfully killed some of the Kalami Gang's leaders.

Most of the remaining people have already been arrested, but some are still at large; the police have already issued a bounty warrant, and they believe there will be results soon.

It was also during this period that Mr. Qiaoni contacted Lanse and asked to meet him.

Perhaps considering some of the things that had happened over the past few days, Mr. Qiaoni let Lanse choose the location, and Lanse naturally chose the office.

After Mr. Qiaoni entered the door, he took off his coat and hat; when he faced Lanse, who was standing behind the desk, there was an indescribable emotion surging within him.

He had spent over twenty years spinning his wheels in the same place, and only after listening to Lanse's suggestion and deciding to start by being a "whore" did he finally see some improvement.

Yet Lanse had only used half a year to walk the path that took him twenty years to complete.

The two exchanged brief pleasantries and sat down separately; he asked with some curiosity, "How did you do it?"

Lanse opened the cigarette case and signaled that Mr. Qiaoni could smoke, but Mr. Qiaoni refused.

He lit one himself, "Do what?"

"Do what you will become a...", he searched in his mind for a while before finding a word that he was somewhat jealous of and didn't really want to admit, but which absolutely fit the context and the current situation, "nouveau riche."

"Nouveau riche?", Lanse laughed, "I wouldn't call it nouveau riche; I haven't truly joined the Pasileto family; I provide them with some services."

"Everyone wants to serve big shots, Lanse; I want to too.", this sentence wasn't a lie; it was his true feeling.

Ever since he threw a large amount of money at the Mayor and became what people called "the Mayor's lackey."

He immediately felt that this city had become just as the federal people advertised it to be—it was full of inclusivity!

All the malice directed at him disappeared, at least on the surface, and the people around him all became good people.

When they saw him, they no longer squinted or pretended not to see him, but instead very politely tipped their hats and greeted him, "Mr. Qiaoni."

Every day was a pleasant day, except for seeing that ledger which was like a black hole.

"I once thought that I was so familiar with everything here, but now I realize that I am so much a stranger to it.", he said with great emotion.

Lanse flicked the cigarette ash, "Every significant step forward requires a price, Mr. Qiaoni."

"All you paid was the loss of some money, but what I paid were the lives of several good brothers."

"I would rather use money to trade them back."

"Money can be earned again if it's gone, but when people are gone, they are gone."

Mr. Qiaoni knew that Lanse had detected some "jealousy" in his tone; he lowered his voice a little, "Sorry..."

As he spoke, he paused, "There are two things I came to see you about this time.", after his mood warmed up slightly, he began to talk about the main purpose of this visit to Lanse.

"The first thing is that the Imperial District cannot fall into chaos; it is right next to the Port District, and once it falls into chaos, it will be very bad."

"After the Kalami people disappeared from the streets, there is a lack of control on the streets, and some problems should arise."

"The eyes of the whole world are watching us; don't let it become bad, and don't make the Mayor look bad."

"The public security rate is an important indicator for evaluating whether an area is suitable for living; don't mess it up."

Lanse nodded after listening, "I will handle this matter as soon as possible.", this actually represented that the official side had recognized Lanse's "value."

He was stronger than Kalami, capable of cooperation, obedient, and could produce at least twenty thousand votes; this was already very valuable to the "big shots" in City Hall.

Therefore, as one of Lanse's friends, Mr. Qiaoni was asked by the Mayor to come and communicate with Lanse.

"The second thing...", Mr. Qiaoni himself felt it was a bit absurd; he didn't quite understand why before, but seeing Lanse and talking until now, he suddenly understood.

"The industries of the Kalami Gang will be handed over to you, but this is only in name; it is inconvenient for some people to manage them, so you have to help manage them."

"Every month, you can get thirty percent from them."

"Don't let anything happen to them!"

Lanse wasn't surprised after hearing this; after all, Haile had left behind quite a lot of things.

Not to mention those manors, houses, and cars riddled with bullet holes, just the Empire Night nightclub, other clubs, bars, and underground bars—these operational venues brought in huge profits every month.

Before, they couldn't easily intervene and had to save some face, but now, they had the opportunity.

These industries would be auctioned off at extremely low prices, and then a management agreement would be signed with Lanse, dumping all operational and legal responsibilities onto Lanse.

This wasn't a question of whether he would accept it or not, but that he had to accept it!

Lanse didn't agree immediately this time; after a while, he snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray, "I don't do the Red High Heels business."