Chapter 190

"Mr. Lanse, thank you so much!"

An old man in his fifties stood in front of Lanse, slightly lowering his head, holding Lanse's hand tightly with both hands, his expression very excited.

He had come to the Federation for seven or eight years, but he had never obtained a legal immigrant status.

He had consulted people more than once, and the Immigration Bureau indeed hadn't closed the immigration channel, but if one wanted to obtain legal immigrant status, one either had to follow the process or tell a story.

If they could follow the process, they wouldn't be illegal immigrants; as for telling a story... some people might have succeeded, but there were more people who didn't succeed.

Telling a story was not an easy thing, and it had to be told very well, told to make people believe.

For example, some people said they were persecuted by nobles, but they were just commoners; how could they be persecuted by nobles and even the royal family?

Did nobles and the royal family need to persecute them and force them into exile?

Perhaps a phone call would make them become a lonely soul under an era, and it was the kind that couldn't even make it to the front page headlines.

Some people also said they knew huge secrets, but what secrets couldn't be said, unless they were first allowed to obtain legal status...

In short, it had been nearly ten years, and he was still a black household.

Until today, he felt that the "turning point" was truly appearing!

"No matter what, Mr. Lanse, we will always remember what you did for us in our hearts!"

"If you have any place where you need us in the future, please be sure to tell me!"

Lanse shook his arm: "Everything will get better; may God bless you!"

A middle-aged man waiting to shake hands with Lanse couldn't help but interject: "The federal God never blesses us; on the contrary, Mr. Lanse, you have always been taking care of us."

People made some laughter, perhaps feeling that these words were a bit exaggerated, a blasphemy to God, or perhaps feeling that it was too big, and the laughter quickly converged.

Lanse always maintained a very humble attitude and didn't become arrogant because of people's praise; he said softly: "I have heard a sentence: when a person is poor, the thing he should do most is to take good care of himself."

"But if this person becomes wealthy, in terms of wealth, in terms of status, then he should take care of more people, instead of always putting his eyes only on himself."

"I want to be a wealthy person, not just wealthy in wealth, wealthy in status, but even more wealthy in soul and morality!"

William, who was standing behind Lanse, got goosebumps all over when he heard these words; he suddenly felt that in terms of thick skin, he still had to learn from Lanse.

At least he couldn't say such cheesy and shameless words, but Lanse could not only say them, but also say them so naturally and fluently!

The old man's eye sockets were a bit red with excitement: "I thought of my deceased wife; if you could have come here earlier, perhaps our life would have been completely different!"

He held Lanse's hand tightly with both hands again: "Please take good care of yourself, and then take good care of us!"

"I will!"

Lanse and the old man's words kept spreading among these people; they whispered these words to those who didn't hear them and stood further away.

The look in people's eyes looking at Lanse was undergoing subtle changes; this feeling was a bit complicated to say.

It was like... suddenly having some confidence, someone to guarantee for oneself, and the gloomy sky seemed to suddenly become bright!

At first, William felt it was very cheesy and had goosebumps all over, but soon he became serious, because he couldn't feel that this was lying, or that Lanse was coming for real!

This made him start to respect him; for anyone who had a grand goal and ideal, and was trying to realize it, it would make others respect him from the heart!

Not to mention, they were still on the same side.

William had already been able to foresee that today's matter could not only bring him great fame, but also bring Lanse terrible influence in these groups!

100,000 or 200,000 illegal immigrants, even if only half could be transformed into legal immigrants, plus the Empire District, Lanse already possessed very thick "capital" in New Jincheng.

This also made William full of confidence in his future; Lanse's words once echoed in his heart again inadvertently—

Not just a councilor!

Obviously already in his forties, don't know why, suddenly he became hot-blooded again!

Just when Lanse and they were ready to leave, suddenly a batch of police cars came from afar, wailing and driving toward the pier, and the traffic police clearing the way in front commanded people not to occupy the road.

There were not only police cars here, but also an iron-skinned car—

Its appearance was not much different from ordinary cars, just the butt was higher, and the appearance of the whole car was composed of iron shells, looking a bit funny.

Not many people knew it; this was the mainstream "armored car" in the Federation, which was actually a car chassis dragging an iron shell with bulletproof capability.

This armored car could accommodate six people, two in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, and then four people in the back; these four people could sit or stand, could shoot outside, and also had a very small trunk.

This was the first time an armored car appeared in New Jincheng, especially it was not parked somewhere, but running on the street.

Lanse stood at the hotel entrance looking over here; what he didn't know was that in this motorcade, there was an "old acquaintance" of his.

Senior Agent Officer Lukaer sat in the position behind the passenger seat of a car, his expression focused and serious.

Not long after the chief took office, he received a "report" that there was a large amount of illegal smuggled wine stored in a warehouse, the quantity of which was staggering, and it was in the port area.

"Catch a big one" had always been the meaning of the big shots in Congress; every place must find a case with a large case value to solve as soon as possible; only in this way could the rampant smuggling of wine be curbed.

When Officer Lukaer and they came back, the chief was still not back from the State Prohibition Office, because some words were not convenient to say to bottom-level law enforcers.

There were big shots in Congress who believed that when necessary, even if some evidence was manufactured, it must play a deterrent role to criminals.

For example, if only five boxes of wine were smuggled, perhaps three years in prison would be enough to come out; this had no deterrent effect on criminals.

Because the cost of their smuggling was very low and the profit was very high; even if they were caught, it wouldn't stop the crime, only making people feel that it was just their bad luck.

People would continue to commit crimes, and it would even promote the occurrence of behavior violating the Prohibition Act.

Then now, directly multiply the smuggling quantity by 20 times, 50 times, let it become 100 boxes, 200 boxes, enough to be sent directly to the electric chair!

No need to carefully study the evidence; execute the person first, and then let more people know that someone had already been sent to the electric chair and executed because of violating the Prohibition Act.

The deterrent of death to crime was always greater than painless punishment, and only in this way would the Prohibition Act not look like a joke of Congress!

As for being wronged?

They had already started to commit crimes; if they weren't caught, they would definitely make it bigger and bigger in the future, or they would definitely be able to accumulate so much in their lifetime; now it was just judged in advance.

Where was there any wrong or not wrong?

The chief understood, he was originally still thinking about how to handle this matter, and as a result, someone took the initiative to send a letter to him, giving him an address on it, telling him that there was a large amount of smuggled wine inside.

He didn't believe it at first, but still sent people to investigate, and there was indeed a lot of wine.

He immediately began to organize a large team of people and began to show off.

The reporters who hadn't completely dispersed were like sharks that smelled blood, quickly following; this was also what the chief wanted to see.

More than ten minutes later, in a place slightly south of the port area, there was a short exchange of fire, and it quickly subsided.

At the scene, a large amount of brandy was neatly placed in the open area, like the chief's glory medal!

Reporters frantically took pictures, and the chief accepted the interview of the reporters in the lens.

"... Before I took office, I knew that New Jincheng had always been a disaster area for smuggled wine after the Prohibition Act was executed."

"There is a very developed transportation system here, land transportation, sea transportation; many smuggled wines from outside the territory would land here."

"When I was named to come here, I felt a heavy responsibility on my shoulders; this was a recognition for me, and also a challenge."

"Fortunately, I didn't fail the expectations of my superiors; after our careful investigation, today we destroyed a den storing smuggled wine, shot two people, and captured two alive."

"Next, we will dig deep into the masterminds hiding behind the scenes around this batch of stolen goods..."

"Fuck!", a bottle of brandy was slammed to the ground; glass shards and wine splashed everywhere; the whole room crackled for a while before it became quiet.

The rich aroma of wine permeated the room, but not many people showed an expression of enjoyment; everyone was very serious, and even a bit scared!

The small Big Poli walked around manic; the place where he hid the wine was wiped out in one pot.

Not only was it wiped out in one pot, two people died, and that damn Tobacco, Alcohol, and Dangerous Goods Bureau actually said they wanted to dig deep into them, these masterminds!

Since he became the leader of the Brotherhood, he had never suffered such a big loss!

That warehouse not only had the wine he got from Haile's side, but also a batch of wine of his own; now it was all fucking wiped out!

He lost at least 200,000 or 300,000!

Although more than half of it was wine Haile took the initiative to send to his door.

"Someone must have betrayed our news, otherwise these sons of bitches couldn't have found that place; go and check, those of us who have been to that place, have there been anything strange recently."

"For example, they suddenly disappeared for a period of time, or have anything abnormal these few days; must dig him out; I want to kill him with my own hands!"

He was still ready to say something, but suddenly stopped, "Go now, I hope you can give me an answer as soon as possible!"

"Wait!", he looked at those high-level cadres who had already stood up and were ready to leave, "Go and figure out who participated in the action this time; I want their information!"

After these people left, Poli returned to his chair and sat on it.

His chair was custom-made, a little higher than ordinary chairs, so that he wouldn't look like a joke—

He would look very short sitting on an ordinary chair; if someone came in from outside, they could only see his head and neck across the desk; he was like a child sitting in an adult's position.

He didn't like the eyes of those people looking at him like looking at a child, so he made the chair a little higher; he would also look much more normal.

But the price was that his legs would leave the ground after sitting down.

But who would bypass the table to see if his feet left the ground?

If someone really did this, he didn't mind giving the other party a shot, letting the other party feel the price of insulting him!

He picked up the receiver and dialed a number, and it was quickly connected.

"My wine was checked."

The voice in the receiver sounded a bit gloating, "I saw the news, wine worth more than 300,000; I said, is there really so much?"

Poli's temples were a bit swollen, "At least 250,000, if they calculate according to the market price, it's about the same."

The person on the other side even laughed out loud, "Sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"So, what is the purpose of you calling me now?"

"Do you know that damn chief?", Poli asked.

The other party gave a negative answer, "Don't know, they are an independent system, but I know a senior agent inside, but he should not be able to help you."

Poli continued to say with patience, "I don't care whether you know or not; think of a way to help me bring a word to that fool, return this batch of goods to me, I will give him 30,000 dollars, and my friendship."

The guy on the other side of the receiver didn't answer him immediately, but after thinking for a good while, he said, "Poli, they are different from us; you want something, as long as the influence is not big, I will give it to you."

"But they are different; they drew elite from various departments; they are not here to play with you; they are here to work!"

"I can guarantee that I let people bring this word over, no problem, but not only will they not do so, on the contrary, they will stare at you."

"I heard that they have a judicial office inside, specifically dealing with some legal documents they can handle."

"In other words, they don't even need to notify the Judicial Bureau to catch you; they can handle the documents inside; do you understand what I mean?"

"They and us are absolutely different evils!"

"But if you strongly hope that I convey these words, I can help you convey them; it's just that what you will encounter has nothing to do with me."

After Poli finished listening, he was even more angry, "Is it just going to be like this?"

"Better like this!"

"Fuck, fuck you!", Poli didn't care anymore and sprayed directly.

The tone of the person on the other side of the receiver also became stiff, "You'd better fucking pay attention to who you are talking to; if you don't want me to check you every day, you'd better put that shit-eating mouth of yours..."

With a clatter, Poli slammed the receiver onto the base; this matter, not over!

Just when Poli was furious, a group of people were opening champagne.

Alberto had returned here from Xiang Yalan's side, and brought two friends by the way, two Xiang Yalan people.

"This is Mr. Carsia, this is Mr. Gomez.", Alberto introduced these two new friends to Lanse, "Mr. Carsia is the Deputy Minister of the Rapa Ministry of Commerce, Mr. Gomez is the president of their country's largest chamber of commerce; this time they came here invited by me, to travel, and by the way, inspect the federal business environment."

"This is Mr. White, Lanse White, my best friend!"

After Lanse shook hands with these people kindly, he and Alberto walked to the side, "What the hell are you doing?"

Alberto laughed very happily, "That is just a small country; the population added together might not be as many as Likaile State people; you probably know some of the situation over there; they mainly rely on agricultural product exports."

"I gave them a big order over there, a large batch of fruit juice and potato wine; my own bar needs this, and then I accidentally became their big customer..."

For a big customer, a country with a population of a little over 1 million naturally valued it very much, not to mention this customer came from the rich Federation.

But these two people didn't look poor; obviously, they were a small group among these 1 million people.

Alberto patted his shoulder, "Don't consider so much; just eat well and play well; they will supply me for a long time; if you need it, you can also share some with you..."

He got some "hints" from Lanse's side; strong potato wine could be exchanged for anything, whether it was fruit juice or something else, which made everything possible.

Xiang Yalan had rich tropical fruit resources; these tropical fruit juices exchanged for alcohol were good fruit wines, and they didn't attract attention.

To this, Lanse naturally wouldn't say anything; he looked at the two "foreigners," and suddenly had some special ideas in his mind, but when he went to think seriously, he couldn't grasp them; perhaps this still needed time.

The Tobacco, Alcohol, and Dangerous Goods Bureau broke off a smuggled wine warehouse with a huge stock in one breath, which indeed gave the whole New Jincheng a special shock, and brought a significant rise in alcohol.

Some small bars had already actively closed their doors to avoid becoming the "next one," but more were still advancing bravely; after all, this made them earn more.

It was also two days later that the Tobacco, Alcohol, and Dangerous Goods Bureau crushed the confiscated wine on the pier in front of all reporters.

The wine flowing out of the wine bottle flowed directly into the sea; the wine aroma permeated more than half of the pier; if it wasn't because the weather was too cold now, it was estimated that someone had already jumped into the sea to catch it.

Even so, there were still people who got a little seawater, but unfortunately didn't taste the wine.

This move also let the whole city realize that this new department was not kind, and their determination!

Interestingly, the high-end wine of Mr. Pasleto, which was originally a bit unsalable, began to sell well again; Alberto also talked about some new sources of goods; everything returned to the right track!

Except for Poli, but he actually wasn't so hurt; Haile's batch of wine had already sold quite a bit; he actually didn't lose anything, could only say he was happy for nothing.

But for him, this was already an unbearable pain!