Chapter 200: Transfer and Work (Monthly Ticket 6668)

The problem reflected by Lisa is actually the voice of young people in the Federation in this era

Everyone, at different times and different stages, will have some different answers.

Perhaps, as some master once said, only when people are well-fed and warmly clothed will they consider the issue of dignity.

Before that, having a full meal is the most important thing.

Individual will is pale and powerless under the impact of a massive era.

For the past few days, Jonny has been a bit absent-minded.

After his fat daughter's boyfriend left, he started to shoulder all the work himself again and moved back into that proper bedroom.

He wants to find two apprentices, partly to lighten his current heavy workload, and partly because he wants to continue to suck blood from the apprentices.

He can't survive without sucking blood; relying solely on the money from selling bread, he simply cannot pay off the debt he owes Lanse.

But his reputation is completely ruined. Even if there are people around who want to be apprentices, they wouldn't choose his place.

The case of Jonny's Bakery went to court, and the content of this case was very bizarre. Whether it was "Today's Jincheng" or those newspapers that publish recruitment ads, all of them published this bizarre case.

And as more inside information about the case was exposed, people not only had no sympathy for Jonny as a "victim," but instead felt he really deserved to die!

Those who have these thoughts are all people at the bottom of society, and the apprentices Jonny wants to find are precisely those at the bottom, but he can't find them now.

Moreover, some regular customers don't come anymore; they always feel that buying Jonny's bread here is a humiliation to their own character.

The fat daughter is listless; ever since her boyfriend left here, she has been depressed for quite a while.

It's been almost a month, and she has barely recovered, but she has no energy for anything, as if she has lost the vitality for work.

This also made her fail to notice that Jonny's expression was somewhat uneasy; he kept looking up at the door and then turning back to do his own work.

In the afternoon, the heat radiating from the oven in the back kitchen made the whole bakery warm, and a layer of water mist covered the glass windows.

The fat daughter was sleeping in the room, and Jonny, clutching a rag, had to wipe the window from time to time.

Around three o'clock, a car stopped outside the door. He seemed to become tense all over, but soon, he relaxed completely.

Yisen pushed open the door, and then Lanse walked in. His polished leather shoes made a creaking sound on the floor, and the fur-lined coat collar made him look a bit more noble.

"Good afternoon, Jonny."

Jonny stood by the counter, clutching the rag in his hand, and he squeezed out an ugly smile, "Good afternoon, Lanse."

Lanse nodded and sat on a chair to the side, "Is my money ready?"

Jonny's body stiffened slightly. He was pulling the rag with both hands as if he wanted to tear it apart, "Lanse, I've run into some trouble..."

Lanse shook his head, "That's not the answer I want, Jonny. Is my money ready?"

The calm tone had no ripples at all, just like an ordinary greeting when meeting, without a hint of anger, nor hatred or disgust, just as ordinary as a normal conversation between ordinary people.

Jonny's face turned pale. He had also heard of Lanse's reputation, and he now hated himself immensely for how foolishly he had once made Lanse the target of his exploitation.

"I... I don't have that much money on hand right now, only about three hundred dollars..."

Lanse stood up, holding the edge of the table, "That means no money."

Jonny lowered his head, "Yes, I have no money."

Lanse showed an expression of regret, "Then according to the contract, I will apply to auction off that house of yours. I will have the bank send you the remaining money."

As he said this, he prepared to leave. Jonny seemed to want to say something else and chased after him for two steps. He wanted to reach out to grab Lanse's clothes, but he didn't dare to do so.

"Lanse, listen to me, I can definitely pay back this money, but I need some time..." He has the ability to make money and can earn it; the debt he owes Lanse is not much.

Two years, three years at most, and he could pay it off. He looked at Lanse with pleading eyes, hoping that Lanse would... for the sake of their past relationship, agree to it.

Lanse stopped in his tracks and looked back at Jonny, "Don't be so naive, Jonny. You know."

"You've never been soft-hearted, and neither will I." He pinched the brim of his hat and walked out the front door.

Jonny slumped into the chair, holding onto the tabletop; he couldn't stand up anymore.

His legs went weak just like when he had caused a huge disaster as a child; he had lost his house.

Lanse drove directly to the Parkway Bank and found Manager Jonathan. The cooperation between the financial services company and Parkway has been ongoing, and the cooperation has been very pleasant.

The bank president also had a talk with Jonathan, believing that he played a key role in this matter.

These loans are actually not much at all, adding up to only about twenty thousand dollars, but it is constantly rolling, and the interest is settled monthly. This has provided the Parkway headquarters with some new ideas, and they are trying to create such a new loan business.

However, there are still some problems that cannot be solved and need further research, but they believe this is a good direction: low risk, high profit, and the rolling speed is very fast.

Therefore, Jonathan was not only commended by the president here, but people at the headquarters also know about him, and he is beaming every day.

New developments and improvements in work will be directly reflected in the people themselves.

Seeing Lanse, he would naturally be very enthusiastic. Not only did he stand up to invite Lanse to sit down, but he also had someone go to the door to order two cups of fine coffee.

After he finished those things, he asked about Lanse's purpose, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lanse took out an agreement, "If I apply for the court to support me in auctioning this house to repay the portion of assets he owes me, can I designate which bank to conduct the auction?"

As soon as Jonathan heard this, he knew what Lanse meant, "You want to make its price lower than the actual price?"

Lanse did not deny it, but he did not admit it either, "We have been cooperating very happily. A judicial auction must be entrusted to a bank to handle. Rather than giving it to someone else, it's better to give it to you."

Jonathan pondered for a while, "You can apply, but the court may not necessarily adopt your suggestion. However, I have a new proposal."

He looked at the document and the property rights of the house, "Are you sure you don't need to auction it for more money?"

Lanse nodded, "Fourteen or fifteen hundred is enough."

"Wait for me a moment!" Jonathan left with the two documents. After about seven or eight minutes, he returned here.

"I asked my colleague about this house. Two thousand is a bit difficult, but eighteen or nineteen hundred is very easy."

"You mortgage it to us, and then we execute it. This way, we can avoid some steps."

Lanse didn't care how they operated; he only wanted the result, "Is there still time to operate now?"

Jonathan said with a smile, "You can borrow fifteen hundred dollars from me, with a term of twenty-four hours, and then refuse to repay it. We can then fulfill the auction according to the contract."

"If he is dissatisfied with the result, he can come and sue us!"

Jonathan had already roughly understood the situation. It was obvious that this person named Jonny did not have the ability to do so.

If he wanted to sue the bank, he would have to prepare at least tens of thousands of dollars in lawyer fees, and he might not even win.

After all, Parkway Bank is not a private bank like Mr. Qiaobafu's Jin Da. Parkway is one of the largest banks in the federation, and they have a mature system for dealing with litigation.

Sometimes, even if they are in the wrong, they can drag the plaintiff to death with long lawsuits—the lawyer fees alone would make some poor people give up after a few times.

Soon, the two signed an overnight lending contract. Jonathan gave Lanse the money he wanted, "I will have someone mail the extra money after the auction to this Mr. Jonny."

Lanse asked with a smile, "About how much will be left?"

Jonathan felt his pocket and took out a twenty-five-cent coin, "It can't be more than this!"

On the way back, Lanse saw vehicles with the abbreviation of the Hazardous Materials Administration passing by with sirens wailing. They are crazy, these "agents."

They are appearing in every corner of the Port District. The Brotherhood's bars and business premises have almost all been cleared out. Although there have been a few gunfights, the scale was not large.

Big Poli is not at all as crazy and brutal as the impression he left on people, and no one has even seen him recently.

It's as if he has gone into hiding. Some gangs think this is wrong. If the Hazardous Materials Administration spreads its hatred because it can't find Poli, it would also be a terrible thing for them.

And this is not impossible.

This has also led some gangs to look for Poli. Only by handing him over to the Hazardous Materials Administration can the current tense atmosphere be resolved.

However, no one knows where he is, whether he has already escaped, or if he is preparing to do something.

While passing an intersection, Lanse asked Yisen to stop the car for a moment because he saw William.

William was standing on a platform saying something, and there were quite a few people around him.

He is preparing for the municipal councilor election, although he is preparing much earlier than others.

This is also the daily routine of the lowest-level politicians in the federation. They have no other way to reach more voters, and the media and reporters will not waste space on these people who have no fame.

So, if they want the public to know them, the best and simplest way is to explain their political views to people on the streets of the district where they intend to run.

William now appears very passionate. Once a man has motivation and passion, he will have a kind of charm.

Even though the weather is already over ten degrees, it still makes people feel a bit cold.

The applause from the audience from time to time became his best energy source. He was beaming and didn't look cold at all.

During the speech, he also saw Lanse and greeted Lanse, but he didn't leave that spot.

More than a hundred people have gathered here, which is not an easy thing. He must seize every opportunity!