Chapter 201

William walked down from a small platform while clapping for himself—

This was just something like an ordinary wooden box; its only purpose in the past had been to hold things, but now it had a new purpose: to let people stand higher.

Soon, someone picked up the box and put it into a box truck on the side of the road, while William was talking to the passersby who hadn't dispersed yet.

It seemed that some of his views had gained the support of the people here, which was a very good phenomenon.

Politicians at the bottom have very few channels to promote themselves; only by walking to the people's side can people hear what they have to say.

He cannot be like those well-known politicians who, even if they just farted in public, would have the media use the headline "Certain Politician Makes Loud Noise in Public" to tell the public about it.

Moreover, he has no fame; even if he really made it into the newspaper, people wouldn't know who he was and wouldn't be left with any deep impression.

How is it like now?

After waiting for more than twenty minutes, the people gradually dispersed. William whispered a few words to his two assistants and ran across the road.

He opened the car door and sat in, "Are you passing by here?"

Lanse nodded, "Going to the bank to handle some things." He paused for a moment, "They seem to like you very much."

There was a touch of pride on William's face, "No, what they like is the truth and the future."

He chatted about what he said to the people, "Now you have made the public security here very good, so we can't start from here. I thought of medical issues, education issues."

"There are too few schools in the Imperial District. I told them that I would try my best to persuade some education groups or the municipal council to let them build more schools here, so that more people have the qualifications to enjoy education, and they don't need to be so far from home."

The Federation actually started discussing and implementing compulsory education as early as seventy or eighty years ago. More than ten years ago, when the Socialist Party president was running for election, he proposed the "Universal Gao Zhongsheng" education reform plan, and it was implemented very smoothly.

However, implementation does not mean thorough execution. Implementation only means that children have the qualifications to go directly to high school, but whether there is a high school near their home and what the various expenses are, this is not something the federal government can decide.

They only promised and realized the point that as long as citizens are willing, they can receive high school education.

This is a major reform of the education system, but whether it can really bring about a turning point in fate for children who go to high school, there has been no significant change so far.

Elementary school graduates and high school students still work in the same workshop. High school students will not have a higher starting point just because they have studied for three more years.

On the contrary, they have studied for a few more years than their peers who graduated from elementary school. By the time they start entering the workshop, perhaps those elementary school graduates are already skilled workers, earning higher wages and enjoying better factory welfare benefits.

People at the bottom can indeed change many things by going to school, but most of the things people want to change most are things that cannot be changed, such as fate.

That is only something that a very small number of lucky people can do, and their ability to change their fate often has no practical relationship with reading.

In short, there are quite few high schools in the Imperial District, and William intends to use this as a breakthrough point for propaganda.

"And I encourage people to take on more obligations and enjoy more rights."

After listening, Lanse couldn't help but laugh and say, "A very federal-style politician's tone."

William also couldn't help but laugh, "But they like this."

Lanse took out a pack of cigarettes, the nine-cent kind. It wasn't that he didn't have money, but he was maintaining the role of an up-and-coming politician who was closer to the people.

When an official takes out a pack of cigarettes that costs one dollar, although it looks... just twenty times the price of a five-cent pack of cigarettes, this is enough to make those who smoke five-cent cigarettes shut their mouths at critical moments.

Because the price of this pack of cigarettes will make them clearly realize one point: we are not the same kind of people.

But nine-cent cigarettes are very good.

Its price is higher than the hand-rolled cigarettes everyone smokes or the cheap cigarettes that cost two or three cents, three or five cents, but it won't exceed too much, and instead, it will give people a feeling of no class constraints.

The two leaned together, and after lighting up, Lanse took a puff; it was very strong.

Cigarettes rolled directly from relatively inferior raw tobacco leaves feel as if there are two boxers in the body when smoked, one is fiercely punching his throat with left and right swings, and the other is hooking his brain with left and right hooks.

Lanse usually smokes a bit more expensive ones, but they are much softer.

Lanse hurriedly rolled down the car window to let the wind outside blow in.

"I found that the people in the Imperial District lack a sense of identity from the federal government and federal people toward them. I have talked to some people about these things, and they hope to be respected."

"If you care about national affairs, you will understand that Congress has been discussing the issue of ordinary people paying taxes."

"I asked around within the Federal Party, and they plan to make anyone with an income exceeding eighteen dollars pay taxes."

"The Socialist Party is pushing this policy, the Federal Party seats have already been persuaded, and the Liberal Party's resistance cannot last long."

"So this is a breakthrough point."

After listening, Lanse quite agreed, "Paying taxes is a very good idea. We also paid money to build this country, and we are also the masters of this country."

William was stunned for a moment. He hurriedly took out his notebook and recorded this sentence Lanse said in the book, "I have requisitioned this sentence you said. I will use it next time I give a speech."

After he finished writing, he stopped his pen, "Yes, we built this country. No one can deny that we are the masters of this country."

"Is there anything else?"

"Something like this that can make people cheer up!"

Lanse shook his head, "If I think of it, I will write it down and give it to you."

After chatting about some other things, William left here. He had other places to go, and he had to let the people in the Imperial District know him as soon as possible.

Before Lu Bu reacts and formulates countermeasures.

On the way back to the nightclub, Lanse saw two more vehicles from the Hazardous Materials Administration. The Brotherhood made them lose all face. The later they catch Big Poli, the more face they lose.

Director Dai Er of the Hazardous Materials Administration has already privately stated that his goal has only ever been one person, and that is Big Poli. He created this shocking bombing case, so no matter what, he must be brought to justice.

As long as he is caught, everything will return to calm.

Also because of these words, the underground world of the Golden Port District has become a bit restless.

At night, in a detached house near the sea in the port area, Poli was pacing back and forth irritably.

Several high-level cadres were sitting in the living room, including Jimmy.

Everyone was looking at him.

"Recently, our territory has been swept hard by the Hazardous Materials Administration. Almost all bars have been sealed, and some other places that can bring us profits have basically stopped business."

"They keep coming to disturb every guest, and some will be taken away by them for questioning. If they don't stop immediately, most of our income will be cut off."

"Even the regulation fees are a bit difficult to collect now."

A high-level cadre sat on the sofa with a worried look. The Hazardous Materials Administration is not the police station or the Federal Bureau of Investigation; they still need to go through judicial procedures to search a place.

The Hazardous Materials Administration has received strong support from Congress and the Ministry of Justice, and the process was simple to begin with.

After the bombing, they can even enforce the law first and then supplement the legal documents.

Like some strip clubs or places that operate flesh business, these people come once a day, then let the guests stand in a row at the door, and use lights to illuminate everyone's face, and also ask them questions.

Any guest can't stand this. They are here to consume, here to find happiness, not here to suffer!

So the Brotherhood's industries have basically fallen into a state of stagnation and can no longer continue to provide them with a steady stream of cash.

At this time, another high-level cadre said with a complaining mood and voice, "You really shouldn't have set those bombs!"

Poli was like being stimulated by something. He turned around abruptly and pulled out his pistol, pressing it against the head of the person who spoke, "I'll say it again, I didn't set those bombs!"

The person whose head was pressed by his gun was not that afraid. They all developed from child gangs, and the core of child gangs were almost all children who had experienced miserable childhoods in welfare homes and orphanages.

Their values, spirit, and attitude toward society are different from normal people, including their attitude toward life and death.

Although they are also afraid, they are not as afraid as ordinary people.

The high-level cadre whose head was already pressed by the gun didn't show any fear at all. Instead, he looked at Poli with sharp eyes, "You can't prove this, and the style of this is very similar to your style."

"People are guessing how you plan to deal with the destruction of your hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of alcohol, and then they were bombed. Everyone doesn't need evidence to accuse us, and only you have this motive."

The two eyes met, one without any fear, one full of anger. Poli finally withdrew his pistol, "I'll say it again, goddamn it, I didn't do it!"

The high-level cadre tidied up his clothes and adjusted his sitting posture, "Whether you did it or not, it's you now. We all have to find a way to solve this trouble."

"Now the Red Dog Gang has been driven out of the Imperial District by Lanse and the others and has started to expand its operations in our territory."

"If we don't go out again, after the situation calms down, perhaps there will be no place for us in the port area, or even the Golden Port City."

Poli's face was flushed red. I feel like an injured short lion. Why a short lion? Because he is not tall.

His chest heaved violently, pacing back and forth, seemingly having made some kind of decision, "Since they insist on saying we did it, then we'll do it again!"

"Anyway, we can't wash away this charge, so we might as well help them make this charge sit firmly on me!"

Almost everyone looked at Poli with the eyes of looking at a madman. Perhaps this is the reason why Poli can become the leader. He is ruthless enough, crazy enough, and doesn't care about his life enough!

As long as he can keep this up, those gang members at the bottom who regard him as an idol will always work for him.

Although people felt that this idea was crazy and outrageous, but... no one spoke out against it.

They have also been full of anger during this time. Since Poli has an idea, perhaps it will have miraculous effects.

At this time, these high-level cadres are very clear that this is actually a dead end, because once Poli is caught, he will definitely be on the electric chair.

It's not that the Brotherhood that lost Poli can't find a second leader, it's just that it has now become a key focus of the Hazardous Materials Administration. No matter who comes up, it is difficult to change the situation of the gang's decline.

Then, why not give it a try? What if it succeeds?

Poli's mood seemed to have eased somewhat after making the decision. He lit a cigarette and stood in front of these high-level cadres.

"Give them a ruthless one, let them know that this is Golden Port City, and I, Big Poli, am not someone they can frame at will."

"No matter who created the first explosion, it has nothing to do with me, but since they have identified me, then I will bomb them again!"

"Then, I will negotiate with them. If they don't want to continue being bombed, then we'd better sit down..."

Others were analyzing this possibility. Some nodded in agreement with his idea, while others, although not agreeing, did not oppose it.

The opinion was thus reached in an incredible situation, and a long-lost smile appeared on Poli's face.

He is a person with great execution ability. Once he made a decision, he started to let people assemble bombs. This time he wants to have a big one!

On the morning two days later, the vehicles constantly entering and leaving the Hazardous Materials Administration made it look very busy.

Everyone has been working around the clock for a week. Many people haven't gone back to rest for a week. When they are tired and sleepy, they lie on chairs in the office for a while, or find a car to lie in for a while.

The bombing accident where colleagues were blown to death and their own safety was also affected made everyone full of fear and anger!

If Big Poli is not caught, no one knows if he will create a second bombing case!

Including Director Dai Er, he hasn't returned to his house to rest for this week, and he eats, drinks, and poops almost all in the office building.

During this week, what people ate most was all kinds of pizza and takeout. At first, some agents who didn't often eat takeout would look very happy.

After all, takeout is always much better than the food at home, but after eating for so long in one breath, even the best appetite was ruined. Everyone didn't really want to eat those takeouts that they lost their appetite for just by looking at them.

But there is no other way if they don't eat these.

The entire Hazardous Materials Administration has more than two hundred people. It is impossible for any merchant to carefully prepare two hundred portions of food, so in many cases, the quality of takeout is not very good, which is also an unavoidable thing.

At noon, the agents left in the office calculated the number of people and ordered some more pizza, hot dogs, and hamburgers, as well as french fries and fried chicken.

Coffee and fruit juice are also essential, as well as the strange-tasting sparkling water that is becoming more and more popular. At first, it was said that the merchant promoted its effect as being able to treat colds.

When others knew it was these lunches again, they couldn't help but complain, but they could only complain.

When the time pointed to ten past twelve at noon, a large number of takeout delivery people appeared in the office building, and they brought lunch for the agents.

Although these agents said they didn't like it and said they had a physiological reaction just by looking at this food, they still had to eat when it was time to eat.

In fact, fast food also has the benefits of fast food. At least it can quickly fill people's stomachs, bring a lot of calories, and help people fight the difficult afternoon hours.

"Hey, there is still a big box here. Whose thing hasn't been taken away?"

When lunch was almost over, a female agent stood in the middle of the office holding a box that was about larger than a basketball.

Its exterior was printed with the "Delicious Home" logo, and a note on it said "Multi-layer Pineapple Pie".

The people in the office looked at her, but none of them had any reaction, because the food everyone ordered had already reached their own hands.

Someone said, "Maybe it was ordered wrong, or ordered too much, who knows?"

"What is that, apple pie, or strawberry pie?"

The female agent handed the box over, "It says pineapple pie on it. If you are not full, I think it can handle your stomach."

The male agent was a bit embarrassed because his appetite was indeed not small, but he still had to confirm it to avoid eating someone else's food.

Although this kind of thing is not a big deal, everyone is working around the clock now, and their emotions, psychology, and physiology are all a bit tense. He doesn't want misunderstandings to happen.

Director Dai Er was in the office discussing some work matters with the assistant director and several senior agents.

Poli and his group hid, and they couldn't be caught in a short time.

Just as people, including Lanse, thought, the later they catch Poli, the cleaner they lose their face!

"We have already put great pressure on the Brotherhood. At this time, we need some breakthrough points. If anyone is willing to reveal Poli's location, we can negotiate terms with them."

Director Dai Er took a document and showed it to them, "This is some advice given by Congress. When necessary, in order to advance the progress of some cases as soon as possible, we can appropriately promise them some conditions."

A document regarding the relevant explanation and judicial support for "plea agreements". Simply put, as long as they admit their guilt and accept the charges given to them by the administration, they can get a shorter sentence.

If they still have meritorious performance, they can even be released without having to stay in prison for long.

"We continue to maintain a high-pressure policy on the Brotherhood, and then go to persuade those who have been caught to let them confess where Poli is."

"They must know something, and those high-level cadres who haven't been caught by us, they must be together."

Just as Dai Er was about to say some instructions from big figures in Congress, he suddenly felt that he was a bit unsteady, and then a huge explosion sound came from downstairs...

His face changed drastically, and a "Fuck" sprayed directly out of his mouth.