Chapter 160: Invitation, arrogance, and contract

"Can you brew wine?"

Nick nodded, not feeling that there was anything to show off. "We used to brew some wine to drink ourselves. It is said that starting from my grandfather's grandfather, our family has been brewing wine ourselves."

Imperial people also have the tradition of brewing wine. Who can refuse to have a sip of self-brewed fine wine when eating?

Grain, fruit, anything with a little starch will do.

Brewing wine, actually, people in many regions will do it. Lanse himself had heard the old people in another family talk about a rough idea.

Grain, wine starter, and so on.

He could even talk to you about distillation and condensation.

But if he really had to do it, he might not really be able to do it.

Brewing wine is a thing that is very simple to get started, but very difficult to do well. Before, Lanse was considering whether to find a few winemakers, but Nick, who suddenly sent himself to the door and still owed himself a favor, wasn't he the best candidate?

Of course, before this, he must taste the wine Nick and the others brewed themselves to see if it met his requirements.

"Is it still here?" Lanse looked at Elvin, who nodded. "I put it in your office."

Several people returned to Lanse's office. Lanse had someone get some food from the door to accompany the wine. When Elvin took the two bottles of wine out of the cabinet, Lanse whistled.

They were wrapped in a slightly thin layer of butter paper, which could show the shape of the wine bottle inside.

Lanse signaled Elvin to give him the wine. He peeled off the yellow oil-sealed paper outside, revealing the bottle inside.

Pure white glass bottle, the color inside was slightly deep, rose red.

"Wine." When Lanse looked at Nick, Nick explained. "Because when it was the end of the grape season, grapes would be very cheap."

"At this time, our cost of brewing wine is very low, and wine brewing isn't that complicated."

He simply said a rough idea. Lanse looked at the bottom of the bottle. There were some sediments, mostly fruit pulp that wasn't filtered clean.

"Can it be drunk now?"

"Of course."

Elvin brought the cup. Lanse pushed the cork bottle cap and slightly narrowed his eyes. He still had a bit of psychological burden, but fortunately, there wasn't too much gas inside.

With a "pop" sound, the bottle cap was pushed out, and then the sweet and fragrant wine smell started to permeate the room.

It was just wine, not dry red or dry white, so... it was more like grape juice with alcoholic flavor after fermentation!

But for alcoholics, they didn't care at all whether you were grape juice or wheat juice, as long as there was alcohol.

Lanse poured a little into the cup and sniffed. The taste actually wasn't as strong as he imagined, but it was okay. There was no rotten smell of corruption, so it should be drinkable.

He took a small sip. After the slightly sour and sweet taste, he could clearly taste the fragrance and alcohol smell produced by fermentation, and it wasn't very strong either.

But it had to be said that the taste was actually quite good, looking at this product as grape juice.

"What is its alcohol content?"

Nick also poured half a cup for himself and took a sip. "About twelve degrees. There is no spicy taste, but anyone who underestimates it will pay the price for it!"

Twelve-degree wine with a sour and sweet refreshing taste—then this thing could definitely be called a girl killer.

The special sour and sweet taste would make many young girls, including boys, drink too much without knowing it, causing them to overestimate their alcohol tolerance and pay the price for it.

Lanse put down the cup. "Nick, I haven't asked yet, what is your job?"

Nick appeared a bit... embarrassed to open his mouth. "I am an insurance salesman..."

Lanse revealed some surprised expressions. Nick's embarrassment soon turned into awkwardness, because insurance salesman in the Federation couldn't be considered a good job.

Of course, it was also divided into two levels. If you could reach a relatively high level, such as a claims manager, then you could definitely make money, and according to the type of insurance you were responsible for, you could earn commissions of varying amounts.

Almost all insurance companies in the Federation were executing a "refusal to pay priority rule," which meant whether the insurance company needed to pay the insured person insurance money or not, it was mainly based on refusal to pay, even if it meant going to court.

If the claims manager successfully refused to pay in a case with a claims value of ten thousand dollars, he could get a reward of about five hundred to fifteen hundred dollars.

And the insurance company would increase his base salary according to the number of times he refused to pay, and transfer him to serve as a claims manager for more important types of insurance.

Ultimately, their end point was senior partners of the company, or even board directors.

But this didn't include insurance salesmen. They were the bottom layer of the insurance company, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, and couldn't earn much money.

And, after the insurance company successfully refused to pay, most insured people wouldn't directly go to the claims manager or the insurance company, but go to the person who helped them buy insurance.

They earned the least money, but bore the most risk. Sometimes when it made a big scene, the insurance company directly fired them, cutting off the direct contact with the insured person, using this to throw all the trouble to the insurance salesman.

Lanse felt it was a bit unexpected. "This isn't a good job!"

Nick laughed, but helplessly said, "I am an Imperial person."

After Lanse finished listening, he retracted the faint smile on his face and nodded noncommittally. "Terrible society."

He paused. "Do you or your family have anyone who can brew beer, or spirits?"

Nick thought for a while. "My father can."

He seemed to realize something. "Mr. Lanse, do you... need us to help you brew wine?"

Lanse didn't deny it. "Now the price of alcohol is very high, and it will get higher and higher."

Nick was a bit worried. "But brewing wine now..."

Lanse smiled and spread his hands. "Do you think we will be afraid?"

Thinking of what these people did, Nick also smiled very relaxedly.

This was a very interesting thing. Clearly, these people had just killed someone and beaten those young people, but Nick wasn't afraid of Lanse and Elvin, and everyone here at all.

He had a kind of intimacy that he couldn't describe, generated from the inside out, for the people here!

He didn't know why this was. Perhaps it was because they helped himself who urgently needed fairness and justice, and it was also possible that they never harmed ordinary people and innocent people.

Speaking of this, he indeed hadn't heard that they had harmed some innocent people. This was the reason why he wasn't afraid.

"I'm not very good at brewing beer and spirits. My father can. He will definitely be very happy to work for you, Mr. Lanse."

"But it has to wait until his body recovers..."

Lanse didn't force the old man to climb up and work immediately. "Of course, the body is more important than work, and we have plenty of time."

He looked at Nick. "Insurance salesman isn't a good job. Resign from it. We will build some underground wineries and hand them over to you to manage."

"You don't need to worry too much about the police side, because every cent we earn has their share..."

Nick soon went to the hospital with this news. On his way, the matter of Lanse helping Nick seek justice had already started to spread over a large area.

Everyone felt that Lanse and the Lanse Family were good. This feeling was the first time it had risen among them.

Although some people might still be a bit hesitant and didn't believe it, time would prove everything.

This action of the Lanse Family instantly deterred the vicious crimes within the Imperial District, and the remaining four idiots were also thrown to the entrance of the police station—

There was a truck that suddenly

It could be seen that all four of these people had suffered a very painful lesson; everyone had been beaten black and blue.

When several police officers rushed out with weapons, the van was already almost out of sight, and those four "victims" were happily scrambling to "surrender."

This credit delivered to his doorstep made Branch Chief Bulu feel Lans's "goodwill." That afternoon, Branch Chief Bulu wrote up the report regarding the "five people who ransacked a shop and shot one person" and had it sent to the city police department.

Chief Chali also called him to praise him for doing a very good job in this matter. As for the gunman who died accidentally in a shootout with other gangs?

Whether he died or not was actually not important; what was important was that he was "caught," and they had seized the pistol used to cause the injury on the scene.

The public's fear was alleviated, and Chief Chali subsequently polished this report and had it sent to the newspaper office.

So much so that the next day, on the front page of the urban life section of the third edition of "Today's Jincheng," there was this news—

"Chief Chali Personally Supervises, Branch Office Swiftly Solves Armed Robbery Case"

In this report, Chief Chali, in a fit of rage, issued a death order, demanding the branch office solve the case and capture all suspects as soon as possible to appease the public within the jurisdiction and give the citizens an explanation.

Branch Chief Bulu organized elite forces at the first opportunity, met with Officer Hunte, an expert from the city bureau's criminal investigation team, and completely solved the case in less than thirty-six hours.

And captured all the suspects...

All the participants looked at this newspaper with smiles; although it was only a small piece, it was on the front page of the sub-section and had their own names.

After a few days of "field combat," the newly joined novices had already begun to get used to their work and life.

Every day, they wore the same uniforms and patrolled the streets. If they discovered someone committing a crime, they would rush over to stop the crime, capture the suspect, and hand them over to the police.

This method of close cooperation between police and civilians was even known to the mayor. After understanding Lans's approach, he suddenly had some... attention for this young man.

Because he was different from others!

For traditional gangs or families, if someone disobedient caused trouble on their turf and was caught by them, they would either beat them up and let them go, or make these people disappear directly to intimidate those who tried to offend the gang or family.

Only by making them realize the cost was heavy would they feel fear.

But they would never cooperate with the police; things like beating them up and then sending them to the police station had never happened before.

And the criminal suspects who had passed through the hands of the Lans family were all invariably obedient and quick to plead guilty and accept punishment.

This workshop not only deterred random criminal behavior but also reduced unstable factors circulating in society.

It had a more positive impact on society than simply beating them up or making them disappear directly!

He is an interesting young man with ideas.

But for the mayor, it was just a passing comment.

In just a few days, the residents within the Imperial District had already begun to get used to these people in black clothes with red armbands, and it made them feel a sense of security.

After some small gangs and street families had quieted down, Lans arranged for Aierwen to take over the industries of the Kamila Gang.

He himself came to the office that had a slightly decaying smell.

Haile's office was very long, or rather, very deep; its length was more than twice its width. A row of windows along the wall faced south. When the weather was good, sunlight would stream in through the rows of windows, illuminating half the room, which gave the entire office a very special smell.

No one had come to clean here for nearly half a month; the smell of dust, the stuffy air, and the scent emitted by the decaying wood mixed together, creating a feeling of time settling.

He walked behind Haile's desk, sat in that fully enclosed chair, and spun around once.

This would become his new office. While he was thinking about how to renovate this place, several footsteps sounded from outside the door. He looked toward the door, and four people arrived.

A young peer about twenty-something years old, but from his demeanor, it could be seen that he definitely had a different status.

Among the other three, two were wearing formal suits with law firm badges pinned to their collars, and the other was a lady, also wearing a badge, but different from those two lawyers.

Employees of some high-end firms liked to pin their firm's badge on their collars to reflect their uniqueness.

This habit mainly appeared among some large firms, but not all.

"Mr. Lans, I am Aosen from the Shengda Law Firm, and this is my client, Mr. Ailike."

"This is my colleague, and this lady, she will serve as the accountant for the Imperial Night Nightclub for the next period of time."

Lans stood up to shake hands with this "Mr. Ailike," but the other party turned directly and walked to the window to look at the scenery, not intending to give Lans any face at all.

Ailike was the mayor's nephew, but there were also people who said he was actually the mayor's illegitimate son, born with his cousin's wife.

As for what the truth was, no one knew, and those who knew could not talk nonsense.

In this city, Ailike had become a "lucky one"; he could always take advantage, and combined with his special background and rumors, this also gave him a natural arrogance.

For a small character like Lans, he didn't even have the desire to speak; perhaps only the leaders of the five major families and some well-known large gangs and great families could make him take the initiative.

Lawyer Aosen seemed to be used to such scenes and didn't care if Lans would be uncomfortable, because he knew that no matter who the other party was, in this city, as long as their status was not higher than the mayor's, even if they were uncomfortable, they had to act comfortable.

Lawyer Aosen walked to the table as if he hadn't seen that, took out some documents from inside, and handed them to Lans. "My client obtained the property rights of these industries from a judicial auction, including this building and everything inside it..."

Lans opened one of the documents and glanced at it; it was indeed permeated with a strong federal flavor!

This young Mr. Ailike bought this house, which was worth at least fifty thousand dollars, and everything inside it for twenty dollars.

Lans couldn't help but smile and say, "The documents are very standard; it can be seen that it is legal and also protected by law."

Lawyer Aosen knew what Lans was saying; he didn't care at all and even showed some arrogant smiles. "No one competed with us, so we won."

Who the fuck competes with the mayor?

A hundred years later, someone might do that, but now, no one.

Lawyer Aosen took out several other documents. "Here are some employee contracts that have already been determined for the Imperial Night Nightclub, including the lady beside me."

"Mr. Ailike hires you to be the manager of Imperial Night, and based on the monthly operating situation, gives you a base salary of one dollar, as well as a thirty percent share of the net profit."

"You only have the power to manage people other than these employees. You cannot fire the people on this list, nor can you transfer them to other positions."

"If you think their professional skills do not meet your requirements for operating the Imperial Night Nightclub, you can propose it to me, and I will consider whether to agree to some of your ideas at my discretion."

"You can arrange about forty employees here, but before doing these things, I need a list of their identity information, as well as how much money they can take from here."

"A word of warning, too much won't do!"

Lawyer Aosen took out the last employment contract, placed it on the table, took out a beautiful fountain pen, pointed to the final signature line, and said, "Mr. Lans, sign here, and you will become the manager here. This is a rare opportunity!"

When he said this sentence, it gave Lans the feeling that this was a reward from him high above.

Lans glanced at him, picked up the pen, and signed his name in that signature line; now was not the time yet.

His face had a few more smiles again. "When do we start working?"

Aosen had seen many similar scenes, but it was rare for someone to enter the "state" as quickly as Lans.

Most people were very reluctant and had to be forced to settle down after they used some means.

But this was also good; at least it showed everything was under control.

"The weather in January is too cold, and there are no guests, so our idea is to complete his renovation work before March 1st and then reopen for business."

Lans nodded slightly. "Then how much startup capital do I have?"

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Lawyer Aosen suddenly laughed. "Sorry," he paused, "your startup capital depends on how much money you have..."

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