Chapter 188: Slogans for Fighting for Rights

William's supervisor was also an old federal person and a local, who knew very well about the development of New Jincheng over the years.

When William mentioned the Empire District, he suddenly realized that this must have something to do with the Lans family, which had been developing rapidly in the Empire District recently.

But he wouldn't say it through. This was their most basic rule, "The development momentum of the Empire District recently is very fierce, William, I think your hope is very great."

He said while standing up, walking around to the outside of the desk, and also walking toward William, while walking, while extending both hands.

Handshaking also had the etiquette of handshaking, and it wasn't to say that everyone reached out and shook hands together and it was over.

Under different circumstances, who reached out first, who reached out later, whether there were other actions, these all had many different expressions.

William immediately noticed these changes, and he also took the initiative to reach out, took two steps forward, met the supervisor, and the four hands of the two crossed together, shaking hard.

"Really reluctant to let you leave. When you were here, I never worried about anything not being handled well. You are more important to this office than me!"

William smiled on his face, seemingly very identifying with his words, but didn't take it seriously.

He stopped at a staff member for twenty years, not the head of the office, or someone in charge of a department. Whether he was important, he knew in his heart.

But now the other party said these words, just recognizing that he was different from the past and was someone with help.

The Lans family not only represented the voter tendency of the Empire District, but also represented campaign funds.

In the era of election commercialization, money was more important than ability!

With votes, with funds, plus the Federal Party would definitely support him, he already had the basic conditions to become a city councilor.

Perhaps next time they met, they would be in the hall of the City Council, and the supervisor would sit in the last row as an observer.

And he, Mr. William Lawrence, would sit by the long table closest to the center of power, and he would be the only one in that row!

After the two finally exchanged pleasantries, the supervisor sent him to the entrance of the office building before watching him leave.

The value of power and its significance to life, at this moment, made William feel it more clearly!

Although the supervisor treated him well before, that kind of good was the ordinary good of treating a capable employee.

Unlike now, he even walked around the table to take the initiative to shake hands with himself and sent himself out.

Was he really capable in work?

No, it was that the other party thought he might become someone the other party needed to look up to!

A burst of ambition emanated from the depths of his heart. He clenched his fists, looked back at this building that was not very special but represented the peak of power on the surface of this city, and turned into that old car.

"Dear, if I'm not mistaken, now should be the time for you to work." Emily was flipping through a fashion family life magazine.

The wife-themed gathering every other week was about to begin, and the focus of their discussion this time was "Modern Life."

This word was in fashion, and they had chatted about it more than once, but they still liked to chat about this topic.

Making one's life have style, becoming exquisite, and becoming a sample that everyone envied seemed to be what the middle class loved to do most.

William was like a beast at this time. He threw his briefcase by the door, took off his coat, and walked toward Emily.

The latter looked at his appearance and hugged the pillow, "Dear, you are like this, I am a little scared!"

William didn't hide his emotion of wanting to vent at all, "I need to relax..."

Ten minutes later, William lay on the head of the bed smoking. Emily was very satisfied. This was already his longest time in the past few years.

There was heating in the room, and she lay horizontally in front of him, "Dear, is there any good news to share with me?"

"I resigned." William said while turning over and standing up, not waiting for Emily to react, he walked into the bathroom, "I want to have dinner with Lans tonight, if he has time."

"At home?"

"No, outside..."

Less than six o'clock, Lans looked at the phone in his hand and felt a little strange, but he still agreed to William's request to meet, especially when he heard that William had resigned.

This was not quite the same as their plan. According to Lans's plan, William should have resigned at the end of April or early May, not now.

Twenty minutes later, William drove to the Empire Night nightclub. He wore a beige long windbreaker and a dark wool soft felt hat. His face was hidden under the brim of the hat, and even the neon lights of Empire Night didn't illuminate him.

Because Empire Night was selling alcohol now, there would be people staring at the door, but it was clear that Lans had already greeted them, and William entered the gate directly.

It was a bit stuffy here. As soon as he entered, he felt it. He passed through the hall under the guidance of a young man.

The hall already had some programs performing. Those girls wearing cool clothes were dancing hand in hand on the stage.

It was strange. Federal people, especially federal men, now seemed to have no resistance to this kind of dance where actors wore two pieces of bling-bling clothes, exposed their thighs, and constantly raised their legs.

The girls' decorations were very exquisite. White sequins, and when some colored lights shone on them, they would reflect psychedelic luster.

And on the ceiling, there was a row of big lights, which illuminated their legs.

Every pair of legs was different, but they all had the same characteristic: healthy and round.

The men sitting below kept whistling, and some people threw some coins or banknotes onto the stage.

Under the stage, girls wearing bunny girl costumes kept moving between the bar and every independent table, and that furry bunny tail always made people want to pinch it.

The smell of desire permeating the air made people addicted. He withdrew his gaze, knowing he couldn't look anymore.

After coming upstairs, he met Lans. There were some other people sitting here. They all looked at William, which made William a little nervous.

A girl got up, walked to his side, and signaled him to take off his coat and hat.

He was stunned for a moment before reacting, and then felt a little embarrassed in the girl's light laughter, "Sorry!"

The girl was quite indifferent, "It doesn't matter, you actually don't need to be too nervous."

Lans was on the phone. He saw William coming and ended the call.

It was Alberto's. He was coming back soon, brought some good things for Lans, and also brought two new friends, asking Lans to pick him up, and then they would play in New Jincheng together with the new friends.

To this, Lans had no objection.

"Please sit, have you eaten?"

William shook his head, "Not yet, but I ate something on the way to pad it."

"The cook here is good, let someone send some food...", the first sentence was said to William, and the second sentence was said to Erwen.

He made a gesture, and the young people in the room all left. Lans and he wanted to chat alone.

"Why did you resign suddenly?" Lans opened the cigarette case, took one and threw it to William, and soon the two began to puff clouds and fog.

"Social Party representatives will stay in New Jincheng for these few days. Do you know about this?"

Lans nodded, "Know, do you plan to use their power to do something for you?"

William became a little excited, and his emotions became a little agitated, "Didn't we talk about it before, about illegal immigrants obtaining legal status?"

Lans held the cigarette and nodded, "Yes, but it's hard to do, when we chatted before."

"Now the opportunity is here!" William said very affirmatively. Lans became interested and signaled him to continue.

"Now the Social Party wants to grasp the recognition of grassroots voters, it must find a way to solve some social pain points, making people realize that they are not just clowns who only know how to play with power."

"So, the party representatives will run around in every state. They want to do something."

"The Liberal Party's public opinion offensive is very fierce, especially in the neutral states."

In this era when information circulation is not smooth, let alone things in the neighboring state, even if something happened in the neighboring city, if no one reported it, no one would know.

The Social Party would not actively report the very bad situation they encountered in the neutral states, and the Liberal Party would not report that they were evenly matched with the Social Party. This sounded like they were naturally inferior to the Social Party.

As for the Federal Party, they thought it was not the time yet.

So the Social Party representatives were scolding the President's previous shit practices in the party on one hand, and thinking of ways to grasp voters and public opinion on the other.

"Federal illegal immigrants are a large group. If they can see that illegal immigrants can stand on their side, then they may continue to promote the previous plan and give illegal immigrants status."

Although there was no one around, he still lowered his voice, making it very mysterious. Perhaps this was the essence of politics—selfish and mysterious!

"New Jincheng has two or three hundred thousand illegal immigrants. If these people can be transformed into legal immigrants, even if there is only a 10% conversion rate, this is also tens of thousands of voters."

"Then lower the expectation value, 5%, this also has one or two thousand voters."

"The Social Party gave them status and rights, so they vote for the Social Party, isn't it a matter of course?"

Lans listened carefully, nodding in agreement, "Then what about the Liberal Party?"

"They won't do nothing, right?"

"Even we know that there is a huge opportunity hidden in it, and they have always wanted to defeat the Social Party, and this time they almost succeeded, they won't do nothing, right?"

William showed some smiles, "No matter what they do, the President has to sign in the end!"

Final word!

No matter how well you do, most people can't know the dirty tricks and struggles between the two parties in it. They only know that the President signed his name on this decree, and then the decree took effect.

People would shout "Mr. President," not shout the names of some promoters!

But this didn't mean they wouldn't do it. They would also do it, but only in neutral states and their own territory.

Like coming to New Jincheng to actively engage in this, they wouldn't.

"We have to promote this matter to profit from it."

"Listen, Lans, this kind of opportunity may happen once in a few years, ten years, because it has no threshold!"

"This is not discussing the country's policies and regulations in Congress. If you want to participate, you must have the status of a senator or representative."

"Now as long as you have the guts, have the appeal, you can promote this matter!"

He was referring to Lans's blue work clothes. The media had also paid attention to this group. Their number had reached an astonishing eight or nine thousand, and it was said that they were not far from ten thousand!

Engaging in political movements actually didn't need many people, because the target of expressing demands wouldn't really count how many people there were. As long as they felt there were many people, that was enough.

Lans considered it for a while, then nodded, "Anyway, there is no loss if it fails."

William pointed at him, "This is it!"

"If it succeeds, we will take down the Empire District together without any problems."

"If it fails, it doesn't matter to us. The Immigration Bureau wouldn't send these eight or nine thousand people back at all, because they don't have that much money in their hands!"

Lans felt it could be done, "I can organize the workers first. When will they go to the pier?"

"Three days later, they have been socializing in the Bay Area these few days. You know, there are many people here willing to make friends with them..."

Soon Erwen sent up two portions of seafood beef fried rice. This was not food that federal people liked. They actually preferred bread and steak, and macaroni was also fine.

Only a few people liked this, and Lans was one of them.

William praised it after eating two mouthfuls. He rarely ate food outside the federal traditional recipe, feeling very amazing.

While eating and chatting, the two soon formulated a plan...

After finishing dinner and solving some details, he hurried back, and the whole person looked very active.

After eight o'clock in the evening, when lying on the bed, he thought of the dazzling lights of the nightclub and those snow-white or wheat-colored thighs again, and a force was produced in his body again.

He turned over, and in Emily's exclamation, pressed her again...

As for Lans, he was looking at the nightclub whose business was obviously not as good as the previous days, not knowing what he was thinking.

The casino was closed, and some guests left directly after coming, because their purpose in coming here was to gamble.

Whether it was during the Kamila Gang's operation period or now, they all thought this place was very stable.

Some casinos were not that stable. Their purpose in coming here was to believe in the strength of the operators here.

But now the casino was gone, so they could only go to other places.

Gamblers and alcoholics were essentially no different. If you don't let alcoholics drink, just like you don't let gamblers play a few hands, he will go crazy!

And it wasn't just the nightclub's business that became not so good, the business of other bars tonight was also not very good.

Lans's new bar opened, and the rumor of "having quite a few girls" spread among alcoholics.

For alcoholics, alcohol was of course their first hobby, and the second hobby, in all likelihood, was the opposite sex.

They also liked money very much, but they knew they couldn't possess it.

If they could possess it, they would have possessed it long ago, and if they couldn't possess it, it was unlikely they would be able to possess it in the future.

So instead, sex became their second goal.

Especially the news that someone had a drink with a girl in the bar and took the girl home directly began to spread rapidly, which was even more attractive to them!

Have a drink, and then have a free shot, is there anything more comfortable than this?

It's just that they didn't know that most of those girls now were "actors."

But even if they knew, they would likely pounce on them. For them at the bottom, besides spending money to buy happiness and teasing beer girls, this was one of the few places and opportunities where they could contact young opposite sex.

Friday morning, Mr. Qiaobafu's face didn't look as good as it did some time ago. He thought it was the mayor's conscience that had discovered it, and he didn't arrange too many expenses for him. It turned out that it was just not his turn at that time.

These few days, the Social Party representatives' consumption in the Bay Area was almost all paid for by him, and another tens of thousands of dollars were gone.

He also successfully showed his face in front of the three party representatives, and in the title of "generous sponsor who provided all services for us for free" called by the mayor, he toasted everyone.

In the hypocritical light and shadow, he had a moment of confusion.

Exchanging tens of thousands of dollars for a compliment that was not from the heart, as well as the scrutinizing eyes of some people, was this really what he wanted?

He didn't know.

But he had already reached this step. If he left, he couldn't accept those sunk costs, so he could only continue to move forward.

Today's situation was a little better. They only needed to go to the pier and chat with the dock workers, and then invite these damn workers to eat some hot dogs, fifteen cents each. He could afford this money.

So his face today was just not so good, not ugly.

The mayor's secretary had hinted to him before, asking him to buy a few more luxury cars, so that when they needed to use cars sometimes, they wouldn't have to rent cars temporarily at the car dealership.

But they were all rejected by him. He knew very well in his heart that once he really bought those cars, who those cars would belong to in the end was hard to say.

Nominally they belonged to him, but they were driven away. Could he go and ask for them?

He couldn't!

Instead, it was better to rent a car. Although the cost was not low, it was at least more cost-effective than buying a car.

After he dressed up, the assistant and he took a car to the hotel together. At 9:15, the Social Party representatives came down from the guest room, and there were more than a dozen people around them.

This part of the expenses didn't need to be paid by Mr. Qiaobafu. There was another fool to pay.

He now treated the other party as a fool, but also treated himself as a fool, an Empire fool who longed for recognition and entered the federal upper class!

The mayor also appeared here soon. After everyone exchanged pleasantries simply, they sat on the luxury motorcade and headed to the pier.

Today their main purpose was to understand the dock workers' views on the Social Party, and then do some work that could soothe them, promising some things that were not light or heavy, to exchange for their continued support for the Social Party...

The start of the motorcade disturbed the birds foraging outside the hotel. The birds flapped their wings and flew into the sunless sky, always making people feel strange. ===== CHAPTER 189 =====