Chapter 210: First Move

The moment the mayor, who returned to the lobby, pushed open the door, a very sincere smile appeared on his calm face.

A politician can always have a correct self-expression and performance at the right time and in the right place.

He held a glass of wine and walked into the crowd. This was a small gathering, and everyone who came here was invited by him.

There were some capitalists from other places who supported him, some frustrated speculators who had never been able to break through the class, and all kinds of people.

Some were new friends who joined such a gathering for the first time, but there were also some old friends.

The mayor came to the middle of the crowd and sat on the sofa.

He had sat here before, and no one had sat here since he left. Even if there were no sofas or places to sit nearby, people would still not touch this position.

Now he sat back, and the crowd suddenly quieted down, all looking at him.

"Ailike and those local young people had a fight...", he picked up the cup and took a sip, "His head was broken..."

Some people exclaimed, and some hurriedly asked if Ailike was still safe. The mayor just smiled and said he was all well.

"I have been thinking about a question. We have retreated for six years, but our continuous retreat has not brought peace."

"Our investment in New Jincheng has been terminated, our construction has been delayed, and our interests have not been realized."

"Now, even our children are being beaten."

"This is not a kind city. Its name is 'City of Angels'. Angels do not live here; what lives here are demons."

"When Mike and the others came over some time ago, we chatted and talked about the development of Xingang."

The environment, which was still discussing in a low voice because Ailike was beaten, became quiet again.

New friends didn't know enough about these things, but they still felt the dissatisfaction radiating from the people around them.

"The Social Party state office strongly supports us in continuing to strengthen the brand left locally. The New Jincheng Wharf has been born for a long time, although it was also built by the Social Party."

"But for the young people of the new generation, they don't have a deep impression!"

"They will feel that the New Jincheng Wharf has existed since they were born. They will not trace who proposed the construction of the New Jincheng Wharf, and who saved this city from a group of plantation owners and farm owners."

"They will take everything for granted, and then skip it when learning local history."

"We need a stronger brand to let people of this era still remember everything the Social Party has done here."

"Let people realize that their happy life comes from us."

"If we let the Xingang Wharf start to accelerate again, the state government and the Social Party will support us."

This is indeed good news for some people who have invested a lot of money in the Xingang District and the New Bay Area.

This means that their previous investment will be rewarded. This is also the reason why they follow the mayor closely—perhaps friendship is also a reason, but more is for profit.

But some people also looked worried, "Sidney (the mayor's name), I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, but the local forces are still too big, and it is difficult for us to kill a bloody path from their encirclement."

The person who spoke was a businessman who participated in the first development of the Xingang District. They were "tricked into killing," and after a large amount of capital was invested, the locals immediately changed their faces.

Their large amount of early investment cannot be said to have been thrown into the water, but it is far from getting the return they expected, and their experience has been dragged on this.

In fact... they all know very well that the purpose of the locals doing this, besides not wanting to develop a new Xingang District, also has the idea of annexing their basic investment.

After the mayor leaves here, they can take advantage of the trend to annex all the basic construction and investment of the Xingang District, which can save them a large sum of money.

The competition between the two sides is not fair, and there is no fairness to be found.

The mayor did not deny this, "So I want to introduce a new friend to you!", he glanced at the watch on his wrist, the personal secretary pushed the door and left for a while, and when he came back, he brought a blond fat man with a full face of smiles.

Not very fat, but fatter than ordinary people.

Because of obesity, his dress looks a bit ill-fitting, but no one will laugh at him, because they all know this danger.

"Dai Er, also our new friend!"

The mayor took the initiative to stand up and introduce this "familiar stranger" to everyone, and soon everyone began to shake hands with him and introduce themselves.

After a circle, the mayor beckoned Dai Er to sit by his side.

"If Dai Er hadn't joined, I would have let you continue to maintain the status quo. We don't fight, don't grab, wait for me to be promoted to the state assembly, and then we will slowly clean up these people."

"But with Dai Er's joining, our 'revenge' cause will be accelerated unprecedentedly!"

People's eyes looked at Dai Er. Some were still confused, but some, their eyes began to become hot!

Not everyone doesn't understand what the mayor means. Of course, in order to let those who don't understand, he doesn't mind saying it in more detail.

"The nickname of that old dog Charlie is 'Bay Area Hound'. He is a dog raised by locals. When it doesn't involve the interests of locals, he will listen to me."

"But when a matter involves the interests of locals, he will become that loyal dog again, barking at us around his masters' feet."

"We don't have our own law enforcement power, so we have always been passive, just like the big strike that year and what happened later!"

He was talking about the big strike shortly after the formal construction of the Xingang Wharf five years ago. Because a worker was "accidentally" injured, they demanded at least twenty thousand dollars in compensation from the investors.

In order to appease the workers' mood, they paid this money, and then the second injured worker appeared, the third, and more.

This was clearly extortion. The foreign businessmen who invested in the Xingang Wharf refused to pay this money, and then the big strike began, limited to the Xingang Wharf.

At that time, the mayor realized this, but he thought everything was still under control. He asked Director Charlie to investigate these injured workers to see if they were really injured and if there was any fraud.

But Director Charlie clearly perfunctorily told him that these people concluded that they had no problems without any investigation.

He knew that this was a conspiracy.

But the decisive force was not on his side. He couldn't investigate these problems himself. He was just the mayor, not the police chief.

Even if he knew what happened, he eventually had to accept the workers' various unreasonable demands, because the construction period was very important.

But even if he accepted it, the workers' work was constantly delayed. They constantly demanded to increase wages, increase welfare benefits, and reduce working hours.

As long as they were not satisfied, they would strike immediately.

But if they were satisfied, they would only work four or five hours a day, and most of the time they wouldn't work.

Later, the mayor and investors mobilized a group of workers from other places to continue construction. After about four months, just when they thought there was no problem this time, a new round of attacks began.

Gang members constantly made trouble. They created contradictions and conflicts. Although Director Charlie caught many gang members, he also caught many workers.

His reason was that both sides might be fighting, not one-sided beating, so they all had to be taken back for questioning.

The workers were sent to a detention room full of gang members, and soon they were covered in bruises.

At the same time, the workers on the wharf construction site kept poisoning and falling down because someone poisoned.

Although not many people died, this series of actions eventually successfully persuaded the workers to retreat.

They came here just to make some money, not to leave their lives here.

Under the obvious partiality of law enforcement agencies, the mayor and his supporters lost very thoroughly.

In fact, this cannot blame Director Charlie. For him, although the mayor is big, he will eventually leave this city.

Only Congressman Wade, Congressman Williams, and these local political forces rooted in the locality, and the five major families, will always exist.

If he doesn't want to wake up one day and find his whole family stuffed into oil drums, ready to be thrown into Angel Lake, then he had better figure out why he is called the "Bay Area Hound" instead of the "Justice Hound" or "the Mayor's Hound" or something similar.

Today, when the Federal Bureau of Investigation is still taking "who the hell is bad-mouthing the president behind his back" as its core business, and local law enforcers headed by Director Charlie are all on the side of the locals, having Dai Er as an "outsider law enforcer" is equivalent to filling the most important short board in their struggle with the locals!

Law enforcement power is the most direct and fatal weapon in political struggle. Whoever masters more law enforcement power is closer to victory.

So the mayor has never launched a frontal war. He has no weapons in his hands. How can he go to war with these people who hold guns and push cannons?

But now he not only has powerful weapons, but also stronger and better to use than the other side, so he has the qualification to go to war.

These words finally made some people understand why the mayor suddenly had energy again. One of them asked, "Then where do we start?"

The mayor picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, "Starting from Ailike being beaten..."

In the Starlight District police branch, the branch chief stood in front of his desk. Why didn't he sit?

Because his "chief throne" was occupied by a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is Fleming's uncle. He looks forty-five or forty-six years old, dressed very exquisitely, and wearing a bow tie. He should have attended some activities in the evening, and he rushed back before the activities were over.

He pressed his hands on the desktop, pushing his eyebrows, covering most of his face.

He rubbed his eyebrows hard to get some relaxation that he didn't know he had.

The smell of alcohol slightly radiating from his body makes people know that he must have drunk a lot of alcohol in the evening.

The Koda family has many social engagements, because not only locals gamble in the casino, but outsiders, state governments, and those masters will also come to their casino to gamble.

As long as you warmly receive any one of them, you must warmly receive others.

Similarly, as long as you have received it once, you must receive it every time in the future. This is a face problem.

All honorable guests do not want themselves to be ignored and neglected, so the Koda family has a large number of reception tasks.

Obviously, this is the branch chief's office, but at this time it is like his own office.

He sat, and the branch chief stood.

"So... I can't take Fleming back?"

"Did you see his nose bleeding?", the middle-aged man put down his hands, he had a face that looked a bit handsome.

Rich people are often hard to have ugly looks. Wealth and status allow them to have more opportunities to improve genes than ordinary people.

Brown, slightly curly hair makes him look like he has an aristocratic air, it is hard to imagine he comes from a gangster.

"Mr. Gao Li, the mayor said that Mr. Fleming cannot be allowed to leave..."

The middle-aged man called "Mr. Gao Li" leaned back on the chair, "I won't make it difficult for you, I will take him to treat his injury, and after the doctor says his situation is stable, I will send him back, how about it?"

The branch chief still wanted to say something, Gao Li slowly stood up and looked directly at him.

Finally, the branch chief nodded, "I think there is no problem, Mr. Gao Li."

Mr. Gao Li showed some smiles, he walked towards the outside of the office, walked to the front of the branch chief and helped the branch chief tidy up the slightly untidy collar, "Think about where every cent of your salary comes from, next time I don't want to hear any voice of refusal!"

He said and patted the branch chief's cheek again, and then walked out.

There is a... common sense in New Jincheng that only locals know, that is, the salaries of local civil servants come from the Koda family's tax payment.

This is not a joke or a fabrication, this is a fact.

Maybe it is a bit exaggerated, but it will definitely not be that much.

Casino tax is very high, and there are many more civil servants in New Jincheng than in other places. Relying solely on rich people to pay taxes cannot support a huge civil servant system.

So the Koda family filled the funding gap in this regard. It is said that someone has counted that about 40% of municipal expenditures, including the salaries of civil servants, are used for this part of the money.

The Koda family supports most civil servants in New Jincheng, which is not a joke!

The branch chief's expression is very ugly, but thinking that the other party is a core member of the Koda family, he finally took a deep breath and used "I don't have to be angry with a bastard" to comfort himself, and then followed out in a few steps.

He followed Mr. Gao Li to the lobby like a follower. Fleming was sitting there holding his nose, and several police officers were taking care of him.

He saw Gao Li and stood up, "Uncle."

Gao Li nodded slightly, "It's okay, go to the hospital to see your nose, Fleming, I can't imagine you were beaten by an outsider!"

Fleming showed a crying and laughing expression on his face, "He attacked..."

"Okay, I don't want to hear your excuses.", Mr. Gao Li raised his hand to stop him, "The face you lost, you have to find it back yourself."

He finished shaking his head and walked out, he still has a lot of work to do.

Fleming was unhappy, he glanced at the branch chief, finally packed his things, and left.

Others saw him leave, and also stood up sparsely. Not long after, these young masters who were caught back actually all left.

But some of them also left some lackeys here to be convicted, such as Arthur.

He left a lackey, saying that he didn't do it himself, and the lackey did it.

Although the branch chief saw Arthur jumping up and hammering a guy the first time he arrived at the scene, he finally adopted Arthur's self-certification.

He didn't want to be greeted by Congressman Williams at this time, he still wanted to live a few more years.

Looking at the chaotic lobby, the branch chief sighed heavily, what the hell is this?

Just when the branch chief thought today's "bad luck" ended here, suddenly the mayor's secretary came over in person, and brought some people.

Just now he secretly drank a little wine in the office to relax his nerves. For such a short while, he was made nervous by these young masters with terrible backgrounds. He felt that he was almost suffocated!

Only one cup can make him feel a little relaxed.

But just as he was immersed in the effect of alcohol, the moment the mayor's secretary pushed the door in, his heart almost stopped beating!

"Where is Fleming?"

The mayor's secretary asked with a serious face, "I didn't see him in the detention room."

The branch chief didn't know how to say, how to explain, he looked at the other party with a dull look, half-opened his mouth, and couldn't say anything!

The mayor's secretary walked to his side and sniffed, "You drank."

The branch chief nodded, the movement was very small, but the mayor's secretary sneered, "The Congress and the Presidential Palace have been mentioning the Prohibition Act. As one of the law enforcers in New Jincheng, you drink while working."

"I am very disappointed with the New Jincheng police system. Let Charlie come over, just here, I'll wait for him here!"

Obviously, the branch chief knew he was involved in the high-level struggle.

But at this time, except for obedience, he had no other choice.

He dialed Director Charlie's phone and explained the situation. Director Charlie cursed a few wastes in his heart and hung up the phone.

He was thinking about countermeasures. He knew what happened in the evening, so he hid for the first time.

I thought the matter was solved, but I didn't expect the mayor to suddenly not act according to the tacit understanding.

Now he needs to make a choice.

The mayor's stick eventually fell on the branch chief, or on his own, this is a troublesome thing! ===== CHAPTER 211 =====