Chapter 189

The sky was a bit gloomy.

The motorcade walked on the road, with two teams of motorcycle police clearing the way in front.

In an ivory-white luxury car, the Socialist Party representative from this state was chatting with the mayor.

"Will this influence be not so good?", Mike had a very ordinary name, but he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Looking from the federal government system, he had no government position, but the mayor needed to give him some face, and even the governor had to leave half a minute to try to explain when facing his complaints.

This was the special feature of the party representative; his own power might not be big, but if he connected a batch of party representatives, they had the ability to influence the nomination of a regional leader candidate.

If the mayor wanted to go higher, he had to get along well with these party representatives; who to nominate, who not to nominate, were all decided by their voting.

Perhaps these few people couldn't make him the only candidate, but at least they wouldn't let him lose to his opponent because of a tiny gap at a critical time.

The "not so good" that Mike said referred to having police cars clearing the way outside; he felt it was a bit disturbing to the people, but the smiling appearance on his face couldn't see any "not so good" anxiety at all, on the contrary, it was like saying "done well."

The wonderful taste of power was especially rich at this moment!

The mayor laughed heartily; he rarely expressed such a strong desire for emotional expression in front of others.

Because those people were not qualified enough to make him become "frank."

But Mike and these people had.

"It is the honor of all citizens that you can come to New Jincheng; no one will feel disturbed; the Socialist Party led the Federation to walk at the forefront of world economic development; this is what you deserve!"

Mike laughed very happily: "Not you, it's us!", he corrected a small wording error of the mayor, "The development of New Jincheng is mainly your credit; we didn't do anything."

"Being able to see it develop better and better this time proves that all the decisions we made when we nominated you as the mayor here were positive and correct."

He said while pausing: "I met quite a few old friends in the Bay Area these few days; they were all very satisfied with your performance during your administration here."

"As for the problem of the Speaker of the House of Representatives you mentioned, we will consider it seriously!"

The mayor was overjoyed when he heard this; he suppressed the excitement in his heart, trying to make himself look steady: "Mike, you know me; I have great ideals and ambitions, but realizing these requires me to be able to contact a higher position."

"When one day I can do the changes I want to do for this country, you will see it become better than today; and ourselves, everyone!"

"We will all benefit from it, I guarantee."

What he said seemed to be the result of the country becoming better, but everyone in the car knew that what they were talking about was actually themselves.

Nomination, candidate, election, result.

After politics was commercialized, every link here was filled with a large amount of overflowing benefits!

These people of theirs were all people qualified to share a piece of cake from it.

Several people looked at each other and smiled; perhaps they indeed had the idea of doing a little for the Federation and federal people before entering politics, but when they truly stood on this stage full of fame and fortune, everything would change.

During this period, Mike and the others played very happily in the Bay Area; this place gathered the wealthiest batch of people in Likaile State, and quite a few of them were still their friends, and they were also very enthusiastic about them.

Capitalists, of course, were very enthusiastic about them.

From the perspective of bottom-level people, "big shots" referred to those who could decide their fate, such as senators, governors, presidents, etc.

But for wealthy people living in the region, the local ruler and the person who could decide who the ruler was were the ones they should respect.

You have money, but they arrange someone who doesn't get along with you to be the mayor in the city where you live and work; this is enough to make you tossed enough.

But if they arrange one of your good friends to come and accompany you, then undoubtedly this will be a huge opportunity for take-off!

They wanted to respect the President, but the President couldn't help them, so they couldn't get their respect!

The means of capitalists to corrode these people were too many, and it was hard to resist; plus now Congress didn't have requirements for political contributions to be publicly supervised, so sometimes many problems were hard to solve.

However, for Mike and these people, this journey was pleasant!

When the motorcade entered the pier, the sky became a bit gloomier, and the cold wind was biting.

If it wasn't for having to come, they didn't want to come to the pier at this terrible time at all; the wind here was too big, like a knife!

But this place was very important, and the subsequent few days should all be cloudy; they didn't have much time left here.

The development of New Jincheng relied on it being the largest pier in the northern hemisphere, so the pier and dock workers to some extent determined the upper and lower limits of this city.

The dock workers' union had long received the notice; President Skote and Vice President Worn, as well as others, had waited at Pier 3 early.

They seemed not to have been so active toward the working class, such cold weather.

Some workers came over early; their faces were piled with thick dissatisfaction toward today's "visit"; if it wasn't for the sake of some gifts, they definitely wouldn't have come.

When the motorcade entered Pier 3, the union's management layer immediately welcomed it.

The mayor was the first to get off the car, then several other party representatives; President Skote wore exquisite clothes and began to applaud, forming a strong contrast with those sparse dock workers standing around wearing ordinary clothes.

On the contrary, Vice President Worn wore simpler clothes; it wasn't that kind of wool windbreaker, just a very ordinary, very common cotton-padded jacket, making him look a bit... strange.

Not very much like a worker, because he was too clean, but also not like a decent person, because he wore too "casually."

"Welcome to New Jincheng Pier!", President Skote had a "glory" face, as if this pier was his!

Today's protagonist was the dock worker.

After Mike and others greeted them, they walked toward those dock worker representatives; they chatted very gently, and couldn't see any airs at all, as if very kind.

These people were political veterans; they wouldn't make some stupid mistakes, and now was not the time for them to make mistakes.

They wouldn't dislike how stinging the cracked palms of the dock workers were, nor would they care how dirty they were, always very enthusiastically and kindly chatting, shaking hands, and wishing them a beautiful future.

These people all showed support for the Socialist Party, because the Socialist Party constantly emphasized overall economic development, letting society have more job opportunities.

These ordinary people of theirs had job opportunities, only then did they have the possibility of supporting their families.

To some extent, the Socialist Party indeed played a huge role in the federal economic development; if the Liberal Party with "liberalism" as the core continued to govern, perhaps the federal economy would still be a huge trouble until now.

As for the Federal Party?

Hope they work happily!

The result of visiting the pier brought very good emotions to Mike and others, because everyone had no big complaints about the Socialist Party; apart from hoping to increase wages, there were no other thoughts.

This let Mike and them have a clear judgment on the election situation of New Jincheng; although there were some repetitions, the overall situation was still under control.

Seeing that it was already 11 o'clock, President Skote wanted to keep them for lunch; during this period, President Skote was thinking about operating to the state pier union or even the federal pier general union.

If he could make friends with some big shots with reputation in politics, undoubtedly this would add many points for him.

Especially wanting to enter the pier worker general union, just relying on personal ability couldn't get in; there were so many excellent management layers in the federal pier union, so many excellent people, why could he get in and you couldn't?

However, Mike and others refused; compared to having lunch with a pier worker union president, what they cared about more was the banquet of those capitalists next.

"The worker position on the pier side has no big problems; you managed it very well; after going back, I will mention the situation here at the party congress."

"The situation in Creek City is not as good as yours; they have many problems there, and the election situation is a bit bad."

Mike was just about to say something about Creek City, when suddenly the speed of the motorcade slowed down; he looked back and found something wrong.

The road leaving the pier had been blocked by a large batch of people wearing blue work clothes, and there were more workers wearing the same clothes gathering over.

Mike's face couldn't see any change; he just looked at the mayor and asked with a smile: "Is this also one of our itinerary plans today?"

The mayor's expression was not very good; he shook his head: "I didn't arrange this...", he saw some reporters around, who were taking pictures, and the matter became a bit troublesome.

More and more blue work clothes surrounded them; they neither moved their hands nor shouted anything, just stood quietly.

But it was this kind of quiet standing, everyone was looking at these few cars, making the people in the car feel huge pressure!

Several minutes had already passed; why hadn't reinforcements come over yet?

He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to get off the car.

It was also at this time that a person who made him have some impression appeared beside the motorcade.

William was wearing that beige windbreaker, and the fedora was pressed relatively deep; the wind was a bit big today.

He looked at the car in the middle and walked to the side of the car door.

The mayor rolled down the car window; although the expression was still very calm, obviously, his eyes told William that he was angry inside.

No one liked accidents, especially political figures.

"I seem to have seen you; what are you surrounding us for?", he tried to make his tone have no extra emotions.

The flashlights around kept lighting up; William seemed not to have felt the unpleasantness emitted by the mayor, and said loudly: "I and they heard that big shots came to the port today, and we hope to chat with you."

Mike became a little interested; after he confirmed there was no danger, he walked out of the car: "I am Mike; what do you need to say to us?"

The mayor also got off the car: "Mr. Mike has influence in Likaile State, but if you only need some small problems, you can communicate with me directly at City Hall."

He glanced at the unified dress of these people: "Which company are you from?"

William didn't answer his question, but continued to say: "Mr. Mike, I am a local, but the people around us are all illegal immigrants."

"Some of them have come to the Federation for many years, always working hard, earning the least money, doing the most tiring work."

"Before, the President mentioned solving the identity problem of illegal immigrants, but we have never been able to get an answer; when they knew that big shots like you came here, they entrusted me to communicate with you on their behalf!"

Only then did he look at the mayor again: "Mr. Mayor, hello; I was once a member of the City Hall office, but I have resigned."

"I am trying to learn from you; sitting in the office can't change the life of bottom-level people, so like you, I decided to go out and walk, look, perhaps I can also do a little something."

The mayor's expression looked a little better; he looked at Mike; Mike looked at the people around, and asked: "What is your appeal?"

"Our appeal is to let these workers who have contributed to New Jincheng for many years truly settle down here, so as to encourage them to continue to contribute their strength to building the Federation!"

"This is something the Liberal Party can't do, but the Socialist Party definitely can; in Likaile State, we have tens of thousands of illegal immigrants."

"If these problems can be solved, all of us will be grateful to you!"

Very straightforward; sometimes straightforward is more effective.

Mike looked at the dense crowd around, giving him a feeling that he couldn't see the end at a glance, and he was completely surrounded.

This also made him have some other thoughts; if these tens of thousands of people stood on the side of the Socialist Party and became firm party members, wouldn't that also be a good thing?

He turned his head to look at the mayor: "It seems that our itinerary plan today may need to make some changes.", he had already decided to chat with them first.

Then he looked at William: "This is not a place to talk; can you find a few representatives to go with you, and let's find a place to sit down and chat?"

William nodded repeatedly: "Of course, no problem, Mr. Mike!"

Before police support arrived, both sides reached a consensus on communication.

In fact, in the situation of being heavily surrounded, they couldn't not agree; who knew if these people without status would suddenly be furious and do some inappropriate things?

The negotiation location was chosen in a hall in the port area; more than thirty representatives came, as well as William who was mainly responsible for speaking.

Mr. Qiaobafu sat in the corner in a daze; he clearly realized that today's matter absolutely had a relationship with Lanse.

Because only Lanse could mobilize so many blue work clothes; if one said they had no connection, he was the first not to believe it.

Between trance, he always felt that he and Lanse walked on two different roads.

He had thought about whether he could do something, but soon he was persuaded to retreat by difficulties.

Even these illegal immigrants were more, which was more convenient for him.

Because illegal immigrants couldn't establish accounts in those big banks, and most of them couldn't afford houses, cash could only be carried with them, which greatly increased the risk of them losing their savings.

Robbery, carelessness, theft, these were all possibilities that could make them lose everything overnight.

If one wanted capital safety, the best way was to deposit it in his bank, which greatly made him obtain another wealth from the illegal immigrant group!

So he always persuaded those illegal immigrants to deposit actively, save money to deal with sudden situations, rather than encouraging them to consume.

Between trance, because of Lanse, these illegal immigrants were about to become legal federal immigrants; how grateful would they be to Lanse in their hearts?

He didn't know, but what he knew was that among these people, Lanse would be the existence of the first rank apart from their parents.

Obviously he had a bigger name, more social status, more money, but... why did he feel that he was becoming smaller and smaller?

The negotiation process was very smooth, or rather, William's communication plan was very effective.

These illegal immigrants didn't need the federal government to provide them with any extra things, just need to admit their immigrant status.

This could bring a considerable income to the local government; for example, these 100,000 or 200,000 illegal immigrants in New Jincheng would pay insurance, pay taxes, and after they had normal wages, they could consume more, promoting economic development.

William gave many examples, seemingly confirming that confirming their status had only benefits for this city and even the Socialist Party, and no harm.

He knew very well what these politicians cared about, so he gave them what they wanted.

As for the strengthening of competitiveness, local people might not be able to live as comfortably as in the past?

That was not in the content they cared about.

"This matter is not so easy to decide!", Mike heard to the end and gave an answer.

However, he had already recorded many things on the paper in front of him, many contents and keywords that William said, "Even if I agree with your views very much, I can't directly decide whether you can obtain legal status."

"This matter needs to be discussed at the party congress; as for whether it can convince the President, I don't know, but I think there are still some possibilities!"

"Illegal immigrants are becoming more and more; this is indeed a problem we need to face and solve; you can pay attention to the 'Planet News'."

The Global Times was a relatively official and timely Socialist Party newspaper, mainly reporting some new trends of the Socialist Party, personnel transfers, and some news worth their blowing.

If this matter could be passed at the party congress, it would definitely be published in the "Planet News" for the first time.

William also knew that today was just a kind of expression; it was impossible to really let a few party representatives decide this kind of policy at the level of millions of illegal immigrants nationwide.

Their appeal had been reached.

After a simple farewell, Mike and others left by car again.

Don't know if it was sensing something; after the car drove for tens of meters, the mayor suddenly turned and looked at the hotel entrance.

Those representatives who came out of the hotel were shaking hands with a young man.

The status of this young man was obviously higher.

Because even William was just standing behind him.

Something happened, delayed.