Chapter 181: Evolution and You Have a Dream

The commercialization of politics in a capitalist society has always been something happening in the Federation.

At the beginning, politicians might be relatively pure, there were fewer free voters, the party congress proposed candidates, and most of those with voting rights were major parties and a few big capitalists.

The result of who can win is not from the election, but from political transactions and compromises before the election.

According to official statistics that are not necessarily accurate, the number of people with legal voting rights in the early Federation was less than 15 percent.

There is also a saying that it is less than 10 percent.

So the period at that time was a matter within major parties about who should do what.

But as the federal government continuously gave voting rights to the public, more people participated in this matter, and the election was no longer a simple "I (politician) have a dream," but "I (politician) want to realize your (voters) dream"!

Current campaigns rely more on promotion. Politicians must let the public know "I can respond to your ideas and realize them." This is the essence of the current election.

If you don't promote, don't let more people know that there is such a person, he says he can realize our ideas, they cannot vote for you.

And the promotion itself is a kind of "self-selling" behavior, accompanied by a series of transactions related to capital, then the commercialization of politics is an inevitable result, and it cannot be returned.

Of course, this is not to say that giving people some political rights is bad, but in this evolution, capital is out of control!

Two hundred years ago, a mayor only needed "I think" to hang a capitalist, but now, they not only cannot touch the interests of capitalists at will, but also have to become good friends with them, because in the matter of campaigning, capitalists are more important than them!

Weier, as a member of the federal government system, also knows this very well, but he is not very clear about Lanse's attitude, so he is very "careful."

Lanse is not careful, he knows very well that although politics is capitalized, politicians still have considerable influence. Having his own people is his most core "next step plan."

Weier smiled much more after hearing him say he wanted to find a two-hundred-square-meter office in the city center.

Princia is next to the city center, not a remote area, but it is ultimately not in the city center.

This is like a house in the Port District tightly attached to the Bay Area. Even if they open the door in the morning and see the rich girl with half of her butt exposed jogging on the hillside, they can only say they are Port District people, not Bay Area people.

The city center is the city center, not the city center is not the city center, even if it is attached very closely, it is useless!

He licked his lips. "Two hundred square meters will cost a lot of money."

Lanse shook his head. "At most 300 dollars, per month, if you can find an office near Jincheng Park, I can bear more on the rent."

Jincheng Park is the largest park in the city center of Jincheng. Not only one mayor has mentioned it in external promotion, believing that Jincheng Park is the place Jincheng people are most proud of—

The development of the city has not completely focused on commercialization. In places where every inch of land is worth an inch of gold, there are still fully open free large parks. This is the humanistic care of Jincheng.

But they seem to have forgotten that not only one mayor intended to dismantle this park and turn it into a piece of land worth an inch of diamond, but it didn't succeed.

A large number of parades, demonstrations, and strikes almost drowned the entire city. This is the reason for retaining it, not because of any humanistic care.

Being able to find an office near here is definitely a symbol of "strength."

"No problem, I will pay attention."

He said and paused. "Mainly these, and then there are decoration, furniture, various consumables, at most 50 dollars per month."

"If we calculate according to half a year...", he looked down at the table he wrote himself again. "About 8,000 dollars is enough."

Lanse nodded after listening. "There is a problem."

Weier immediately moved forward. "You say."

Lanse glanced at him. "Don't be so nervous..."

"First, your salary is not written on this, I will also give you 500 dollars per month, you have to take good care of your family, Emily and Patricia."

"Then I will equip you with a few cars, first calculate according to four cars, two thousand dollars each, which is 8,000 dollars."

"You can't do things without any activity funds, I will give you 10,000 first, but you have to keep accounts, I need to know where every cent went."

"Plus the previous 8,000 dollars..., a total of 32,000."

Weier was a bit surprised. "Your math is very good."

Lanse wanted to laugh after listening, and laughed out loud, but Weier didn't know what was funny, a bit inexplicable.

"I can't give you so much money now...", looking at Weier revealing a strange expression, he explained. "Those legal money has great use next, and I won't give you those black money."

"Before you have the ability to resist risks, we have to be careful!"

Weier nodded in agreement. Actually, many big politicians are using black money to campaign, or hold various political activities, even the tax bureau cannot figure out the source of every cent.

Especially when there is "anonymous donation," an envelope with a stack of banknotes comes, who the fuck knows whether these money are clean or not.

And even if it's not clean, what can happen?

Everyone says the tax bureau is very clean and independent, but is it really 100 percent independent?

Is there really no dirt at all?

This is a question mark!

After missing this topic, Weier suddenly became interested in what Lanse was going to do with those money. "You intend to invest in the financial industry?"

Financial investment and financial speculation are currently the fastest ways to make money, none of them.

Barbara works in a financial company. Sometimes when the family gathers, she talks about the brokers and clients in the company.

Maybe just because of an all_in full of wisdom, assets can double several times, dozens of times overnight!

Stories of going to heaven overnight and going to hell overnight happen every day, but people pay more attention to those survivors who survived the financial killing field, which also makes them mistakenly think that this line of work is easy to make money.

Lanse shook his head. He took a sip of black tea, the taste was average. "I intend to use it to order and buy grapes."

Lanse heard a friend surnamed Lin talk about how to use 100 dollars to pry a hundred million in it.

Of course, he listened to it as a story and bragging, but he had to admit that as long as all factors fit, there is indeed such a possibility.

Just like people often say that two light-skinned couples can give birth to a dark-colored child, this is the result of small-probability gene mutation.

As long as all factors are just right, even if there is no biological father-son blood relationship in genetics, it is possible!

Weier doesn't know much about making money, but he also knows that the price of grapes has risen very fast recently. "How much do you intend to buy?", he had a premonition that it wouldn't be too little.

Lanse shook his head and said. "Not sure, but I will leave a few thousand dollars in my hand, and all others will be used up."

Weier took a breath. "You are so optimistic about the rising trend of grape prices?"

Lanse smiled very mysteriously. In order to let this future partner and Patricia's father feel his "mysteriousness," he didn't mind showing his "unthinkable" side a bit.

"I am not clear about the price and development trend of grapes...", before he finished speaking, Weier frowned.

If you're not even clear on the details, why invest so much? Are you trying to get rid of your money?

Just when he was considering whether to persuade Lanse, Lanse's next sentence made him fall into thinking—

"But I have confidence in the Federation's determination to prohibit alcohol!"

Weier stopped talking all of a sudden, and he soon realized that grapes can brew wine, a thing many people know.

Federal people also have the habit of self-brewing.

Weier waited for more than ten seconds before saying softly. "But doing so is illegal."

Lanse didn't care at all. "At the beginning, they told you that except for that posture, all others are heretics. Aren't there many people who used other postures?"

"If you believe me, this is a good opportunity to get rich."

"Its price will rise at least five times, and the stricter it is, the more it will rise, and finally it can even be worth more than gold!"

Weier didn't believe it. Grapes will always just be grapes, they can be planted in the ground, but to say that its price can exceed gold, he didn't believe it!

However, he would pay attention, and also planned to take out some money, two thousand dollars.

If what Lanse said is true, then these two thousand dollars will soon become four or five thousand, seven or eight thousand, or even ten thousand dollars!

After a while, the two gentlemen who finished the conversation returned to the living room. Emily had already cut a new fruit plate.

This is a port city. Although the Federation is winter at this time, the southernmost part of Yalan is still very warm, and there are more than twenty degrees.

Many fruits are sent back from there.

Ordinary people might not be able to afford the expensive fruits in the window that have not been picked for more than a week, but for middle-class families, they can still afford to eat them.

"Gentlemen, what did you chat about, are you willing to share it with the ladies?", Emily took the initiative to sit on Weier's side, letting Lanse sit beside Patricia.

"Talked about some work things, you won't be interested.", Weier ended Emily's inquiry. After all, Lanse hadn't left yet, and talking about this topic now was slightly impolite.

But this can also be seen as a performance of both sides being very familiar, and he knew that Emily would definitely ask again at night.

This time he must hold on, even if it is cruel torture, he wouldn't say it until the last moment.

"Okay, there will always be a time when you are willing to say it!", she didn't entangle this, but took the initiative to open a new topic.

A smart hostess always knows when and how to make the atmosphere better, rather than worse.

Weier didn't want to talk about those things, so she didn't talk about work topics, but talked about the recently popular sound film.

"I heard that because of this movie, the movie tickets in some cinemas have risen by five to ten cents."

"Too popular, we even asked two days ago, from five o'clock to before eight o'clock, not a single ticket!"

She was talking about the Starlight District. The Starlight District is a place for the rich to entertain, and it is also the place with the second best public security after the Bay Area except for the Imperial District.

Others also took the opportunity to talk about this topic, which also made Lanse think about opening a cinema.

"How many cinemas do we have here?"

Weier looked at Emily. Anyway, he didn't know.

Emily thought about it. "I don't know either, but there should be hundreds?"

She wasn't very sure, but was very interested. "Do you have any new ideas?"

Lanse talked about Jeral, and his plan to invest in cinemas and be optimistic about the development of movies.

Emily had a little interest, but only a little, purely because being a star is something almost all women of all ages like.

For the current middle class, going to the cinema to watch movies is something that the lower class is passionate about, although the Starlight District also has cinemas.

But more, they are still willing to watch opera, although many people actually don't understand it.

After chatting about family matters for a while, the sound of a car horn came from outside the door. Lanse had called before, asking them to drive over to pick him up.

It was time to get up and say goodbye. After bidding farewell to Weier and Emily, Patricia sent Lanse to the door.

She had many words, but didn't know how to speak, but Lanse gave her a hug directly.

"I have to go, take care of yourself, I hope my little pig is always healthy."

The girl also hugged him, time seemed to stop at this moment, after a while, Lanse took the initiative to let go of her, which made her feel a bit lost.

He swept the snowflakes on the girl's head. "Go back, I have to go."

The girl nodded, said "um," and watched Lanse leave dashingly until she couldn't see him.

The next morning, it had been a week, Lanse gathered everyone who had joined the Imperial Chamber of Commerce together.

He specially found a theater nearby, otherwise it wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.

By ten o'clock in the morning, people had almost arrived, but some people hadn't come because they couldn't leave temporarily.

Lanse stood on the stage of the theater and asked people to close the door. The special architectural structure here allowed his voice to be heard smoothly even by those sitting in the back.

It is said that humans knew how to use the conductivity of sound to design similar buildings thousands of years ago.

"Thank you for being able to take time to come over. Recently, the number of people joining the chamber of commerce every day is just a few, so from Monday, the chamber of commerce will no longer accept applications."

He paused when he said this, letting them have a process of interpretation, and some people indeed revealed some strange expressions.

Because some people think that at any time joining the chamber of commerce, Lanse will accept it, because he can collect membership fees.

But now, it seems not to be the case.

Lanse sat on a low sofa, naturally and relaxed with his legs crossed, one of his hands supporting the back of the sofa. "I heard those rumors outside, but I don't care, because they will regret it soon."

"Coming here today is to tell you that the first opportunity to make money has come."

"Grapes!"

The discussion sound made by hundreds of people was very loud, even if their individual voices were very small, gathering together was not a small sound.

The old man who stood up before stood up again. "Mr. Lanse, the grapes you mentioned, what do you mean?"

Lanse signaled him to sit down. "Because of Prohibition, the price of alcohol is skyrocketing, but if you pay attention, you will find that the price of grapes has risen by nearly 60 percent from October last year to now, and the delivery price three months later has increased by nearly 100 percent."

"In half a year, it has doubled, and this is still under the condition that the management of Prohibition is not strict."

"With the consumption of a large amount of inventory alcohol, the price of smuggled alcohol has started to rise, and ordinary people find it difficult to buy cheap alcohol, so brewing alcohol has become one of their few choices."

"The price of fresh grapes is now less than 100 dollars per ton, Nick!", he suddenly shouted Nick's name.

A person next to him walked from behind the curtain to the front of the stage, and under Lanse's instruction, sat on another set of sofas.

"Tell our friends, how much wine can a pound of grapes produce."

Nick's face was a bit fanatical. At first, he didn't react to this matter. After Lanse told him to continue to increase the scale of brewing, he realized that this is fucking picking up money!

Even though he had known about this for a few days, he was still very excited every time he talked about it!

"Mr. Lanse, everyone, a pound of grapes can produce about three-quarters of the weight of wine.", his voice was still a bit trembling.

At this time, the originally noisy theater suddenly became quiet.

Everyone knew how crazy the price of alcohol was now, but they didn't expect that the price of raw materials for brewing was so low!

Lanse didn't give them more time to think. Pleasure is something that once you have it, you can't stop. If you stop, you might end up boring, you must constantly stimulate the nerves round after round to truly feel cool!

"Nick, tell everyone how much wine we can brew with a ton of grapes, and what the cost is."

"Okay, Mr. Lanse.", he took out a box of cigarettes. "Can I have one first?"

Lanse leaned forward a bit and reached out a hand. "I want one too."

Some laughter came out of the theater, and soon it was filled with smoke.

Nicotine allowed Nick's emotions to get some relief. "Even if it's not skilled, a ton of grapes can brew about two hundred gallons (750 kg) of wine."

"As for the cost, according to the current price of less than 85 per ton, plus some tools and materials, the cost is about 150 dollars."

Whoosh, the whole theater was like someone burned a large pot of oil, burned it, and then poured a ladle of cold water into it!

Everyone couldn't believe what their ears heard. They were verifying with the people around them. Lanse kept raising his hand, signaling them not to talk, but it still lasted for more than a minute before the discussion sound stopped.

He stood up, light seemed to shoot out of his eyes. "150 dollars, two hundred gallons of wine, do you know how much these wines can sell for in the market?"

Everyone held their breath. They had longed for changing their lives countless times in the middle of the night when they couldn't sleep, but every day when they woke up, real life would give them a heavy punch.

Until this moment, they finally realized that fate was about to change!

Actually, there is a very high-level echo here, but I'm afraid you won't see it, and I don't want to tell you the correct answer, so I'll remind you.

It's been several books, why hasn't the class representative appeared yet? ===== CHAPTER 182 =====