Chapter 219: The Whistleblower and This is Not a Good Choice and the Phone

"Actually, you can introduce me to work at your company.", sitting in the passenger seat, Nanxi's hand was resting outside the car window.

The wind blew in through the car window, lifting her hair. This refreshing feeling was simply great!

Although this was a second-hand car, according to her cognition, it should be worth four or five hundred dollars, but it was a car after all.

Walking home, riding a bike home, taking a bus home, and taking a private car home were always different experiences.

When sitting on the bus, she actually didn't want people on the side of the road to see her appearance clearly, and even less did she want to meet people she knew, classmates or something.

But now, she hoped that everyone on the street could see her clearly, although this was just an old car.

She hoped even more that she could run into a few old classmates who were walking. She could let Luo Bu stop, and then chat with them.

When you have money, you can be vain. When you don't have money, you also have vanity that doesn't cost money.

"You can't do my job.", Luo Bu rejected Nanxi's proposal, because he didn't have any serious job at all.

After suffering two bomb attacks, the Hazardous Materials Administration received more privileges and material support from Congress. They collected information from citizens to reward those who operated private liquor businesses.

And they promised that as long as this information was true and effective, allowing them to catch these private liquor peddlers and the bars that sold liquor, then they would cash out a percentage of the stolen goods they obtained from the scene to these whistleblowers.

For cases under one thousand dollars, the whistleblower could receive fifty dollars.

Within two thousand dollars, and over one thousand dollars, they could receive ten percent.

Over two thousand dollars, and within five thousand dollars, they could receive fifteen percent.

Over five thousand dollars, and within ten thousand dollars, they could receive twenty percent!

If the case value exceeded ten thousand dollars, then they could get the most reward, twenty-five percent of the case value!

Congress had actually realized the difficulty of implementing the Prohibition Act. They were fighting against stubborn local forces, and it might not just be criminal groups smuggling and selling alcoholic beverages.

It was even possible that local prominent families were also smuggling and selling alcoholic beverages, after all, it was becoming more and more profitable!

No one could refuse the huge profits brought by the rapidly growing market. As for whether members of Congress were also involved, that was another matter. In short, on the surface, they still strongly supported the Hazardous Materials Administration in increasing the crackdown on organizations and individuals who violated the Prohibition Act.

Then, taking money from private liquor peddlers in the settlement to reward whistleblowers was not impossible.

Luo Bu reported one of Lanse's bars. He had been there with others, so the bar side didn't have much guard against him because he was Bolton's son.

Then he ran to report this bar.

That day, a case value of over seven thousand dollars was caught. Calculated at twenty percent, he received about fifteen hundred dollars.

Among them, three hundred and fifty dollars bought this car, and the remaining one thousand plus dollars bought two sets of clothes, and then saved it.

He had never touched such a large sum of money before.

Reporting Lanse's bar allowed him to gain the pleasure of revenge from reporting. However, what made him unhappy was that he was also at the scene that day, and Lanse didn't jump in anger, nor did he even show that kind of heartache expression.

So he planned to report another one recently.

But this matter was limited to himself knowing.

"I have to go to the company later, so I'll drop you off at this intersection. It only takes seven or eight minutes to walk back from here."

When the car arrived at the intersection of the street where they lived, Luo Bu pulled the car to the side. Nanxi rolled her eyes. "It takes less than two minutes to drive in from here to downstairs, but you let me walk back?"

Luo Bu's face had no room for bargaining. "I have to go around a big section like this."

After the two looked at each other for a while, Nanxi left the car complaining, and even gave Luo Bu the middle finger.

"Go to hell!"

She twisted her butt and left, while Luo Bu drove to another bar he had heard of.

This place might be larger in scale, and he hoped to get over twenty-five hundred dollars this time!

On the other side, Lanse didn't know that Luo Bu had so many complex psychologies. To him, this was just a kind of emotion that only children would have.

It was just that he overestimated Luo Bu's jealousy, especially when Lanse became more and more successful, Luo Bu's jealousy toward Lanse became heavier and heavier.

This was a very complex emotion. Although it didn't often appear on people, it did exist.

"Lanse, can I join you?"

While chatting, a young man suddenly asked, and other young people also responded one after another.

They liked that set of clothing of the Lanse family.

Serious yet with a trace of liveliness, especially that red armband, gave them a kind of inexplicable sense of mission!

And joining a gang, becoming a gang member, was actually a very cool thing for these young people.

This kind of "cool" was like... they discovered and joined a secret base!

For the vast majority of young people, a "secret base" was definitely the thing they longed for most in their childhood and even adolescence, a small world that belonged only to them and couldn't be detected by adults.

They could do anything here. No matter what they did, no adults would blame them.

Now the Lanse family had become a kind of secret base, a place they yearned for.

There were many young people around. Looking at these vivid young faces, Lanse didn't agree immediately.

"Do you know what joining a gang means?"

The young man who first proposed to join shouted, "It means we are also part of the gang, and this is very... I don't know how to say it, but I know if I let my classmates know, they will definitely respect me!"

Lanse looked at him, reached out and rubbed his head, messing up his hair, but he laughed and didn't mind Lanse doing so.

Others also talked about the positive changes they thought joining a gang would bring, such as not being bullied, such as having more friends.

Lanse looked at them and finally shook his head. "No, what you said are just the sides you think are better, but have you thought about it? This is a gang, not an after-school activity department in school?"

"Our work, besides looking for troublemakers on the street and doing some things you think are cool or special, also has to face more risks than you."

"Friends, life is not a movie, not those literary works. Here, there is no one who can survive after being shot a few times."

"When in a battle, in a conflict, perhaps when you didn't expect it yourself, a bullet flying from nowhere can take away your life."

"In that battle in the Triangle District..."

Someone shouted, "I've heard of it, you repelled the attack of dozens of people from the Kamila Gang!"

The crowd also gave corresponding positive feedback. People were happy to discuss these "legendary stories," especially this story of the Lanse family becoming famous in one battle.

But Lanse didn't feel very happy. "Yes, you all know some, you know we repelled the attack of dozens of people from the other side, but do you know?"

"We also lost many people."

"Those brothers who might have been discussing food, discussing new movies, discussing their new girlfriends, and being with you every day just a few minutes ago."

"In the next second, because of a gunshot, he suddenly fell in front of you, and then watched you with his eyes wide open."

"You can read his desire to live from their eyes, but you are powerless."

"You can only watch them die in front of you!"

This group of people suddenly became quiet. They found it hard to imagine such a scene, but Lanse's description made them feel heavy.

"Every conflict, battle, will have people injured, Eniao has also been injured...", they were more familiar with Eniao, after all, Eniao used to charge to help them fight in middle school.

For some Imperial immigrants who were bullied in middle school, spending one or two dollars to let Eniao, this "social person," help them stand up for them could indeed bring them a sense of security.

And most of the time, after Eniao went there once, they wouldn't be bullied again.

When they heard that Eniao had also been injured, some people obviously flinched a little, and their enthusiasm was not as hot as just now.

"Every one of us has been injured, it's just that some people's injuries are heavier and didn't survive, some people's injuries are lighter and can continue to live."

"So this matter is not as romantic as you imagine. This is not a job where someone wears a windbreaker, holds a gun, and then is surrounded by little girls while walking on the street."

"You will face danger every moment, face the danger of death."

"If you have family members who love you, have a complete family, have plans for your future life, I don't suggest you join a gang."

"Whether it is our Lanse family, or other gangs, I don't suggest you do that."

"Of course, if you say, I just want to experience gang life, that's no problem!"

"I will arrange for you, a few days, let you feel that gang life is not as beautiful as you imagine, and then you return to your life."

"Of course, if someone says they really have to join us, and are prepared for injury or even death, alright, come, I welcome you."

"We can become new family members, new brothers, and entrust each other's lives!"

"But no matter what decision you make, you must have mature thinking and discuss it with your family members."

"I hope you don't need to take this path to live well. It shouldn't be a choice people yearn for..."

Lanse chatted with these people for a while, chatted about his views on the changes in New Jincheng in the future, and his views on the future of the Imperial District, and then left.

However, what he said was quickly publicized in the Imperial District through the mouths of these young people.

Especially his last sentence, which made many adults in families start to think, and also start to change some of their cognition of Lanse.

At least he looked very different from those scumbags of the Kamila Gang. He actually refused the joining of young people!

Some of them were once afraid that Lanse would corrupt these young people, but now it seems that Lanse is doing better than they imagined!

On the way back, Eniao was a bit strange. "Why... don't you want them to join us?"

Lanse looked at the scenery constantly retreating outside the window and shrugged. "Gang life is too cruel for them, Eniao."

"If we didn't have no choice, do you think we would be here?"

This question also made Eniao fall into deep thought.

If he had a perfect family, and his parents both had the ability to earn money, at this time he should have been in college making plans for his future life, right?

He couldn't have come here!

And the reason for coming here is actually very simple. He needed to escape from his past life and then look for a new direction.

On the way back, everyone didn't speak, and all fell into some thinking.

After a not-too-long journey, Eniao parked the car steadily. Lanse had just come out of the car when Mo Lisi greeted him.

After Lanse and the others came out of the Jin Bihuihuang Nightclub, they bought a house near the largest bar, hanging the sign of "Wanli Office," but it didn't do business to the outside world.

This is a place like a gang base. When there is nothing to do, people gather here.

There is a large backyard here, and there are quite a few rooms.

"Some unfamiliar faces have appeared near our bar, and their accents don't sound like locals."

"I heard that the new manager of Jin Bihuihuang, Bulin Dun, they are organizing the Viper Gang of New Jincheng."

Lanse listened to Mo Lisi's report, with some calculations in his heart. "Send people to watch these people, and if necessary, catch one back to probe the tone."

Mo Lisi nodded and left. Undoubtedly, he thought now was the "necessary" time.

Everyone maintained this small collective from the heart. Lanse was very happy because this showed he didn't do anything wrong.

As for some details of the processing, he didn't think this was any problem. After all, in some aspects, everyone was still very young, and there was still a lot of time and space to grow and become mature.

There were actually many things about the gang. For example, Erwen would report the income situation to Lanse yesterday. The daily revenue of the bar would be transported here to be counted once.

Because there were many poor people in the Imperial District, and Lanse required that the price of liquor shouldn't be too high. Rather than earning one dollar from one person, he was more willing to earn one dollar from two people.

So there were many small changes in his hands every day, mostly coins, and a few paper money. After all, for the poor, coins were the mainstream in their world.

These coins could be consumed through some other channels, or could be issued as wages to those gang members.

At first, everyone scrambled to do the work of counting money. When Amen saw the money piled up like a small mountain for the first time, he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

But after working for two days, they didn't want to do it anymore, because counting money was really too f***ing boring.

Counting and counting, it seemed that the brain was solidified, and even the thinking ability was gone, only subconsciously one by one.

"Yesterday, several bars brought us a revenue of eight thousand one hundred and fifty-two dollars and thirty-two cents. If it wasn't for one bar being sealed off, our income could have reached nine thousand dollars."

Speaking of this, he had a hatred for that whistleblower. Every bar had a net profit of over one thousand dollars every day. Suddenly missing so much, Erwen was also very distressed.

Not to mention that in order to bail out those few people, he also gave four thousand dollars to Lawyer Luo Ben, with a bail of three thousand seven hundred dollars and three hundred dollars in lawyer fees.

Really f***ing a vampire!

After listening, Lanse asked, "The sales of our liquor seem to have increased a lot in the past two days compared to half a month ago."

There was an increase of about two thousand dollars. If the sealed bar was counted, there might be an increase of about three thousand dollars.

Erwen nodded. "The Hazardous Materials Administration is now like a wild dog biting whoever it sees. Several bars in the port area have been sealed off, so some guests will come to our side."

He emphasized one point. "The price on our side is lower, and the alcohol content is also higher. In the low-end market, no one can be our opponent."

"Let Nike continue to brew wine, increase the scale, and soon the grapes of the new season will be on the market. Also, brew more potato wine and beer, summer is coming."

Summer is the peak season for beer sales. Who can refuse a cup of iced beer with ice after exhausting work?

If you can watch the little girls dance for free while tasting the beer that relieves fatigue, it will make people feel more physically and mentally happy.

"Should we open a few more bars?"

"Now those managers say that the bars can be full every day."

Lanse nodded. "Our liquor supports us to continue to increase business points, so why not?"

While talking, suddenly the phone ring on the desktop rang. Lanse felt a bit strange, because this phone ring hadn't been installed for long, and the telegraph bureau shouldn't have printed this phone in the phone book yet.

There were very few people who knew this number. Now it suddenly rang. What could it be?

"Hello, this is Wanli Office."

"Is this Mr. Lanse?"

The voice was a bit familiar, but Lanse couldn't think of who it was for a while. He promised, "Yes, I am Lanse, you are?"

"Mr. Lanse, I didn't expect you to forget me so soon. I am Laini of the Liji Group. I hope you still have some impression."

Lanse immediately thought of who this guy was. He had previously represented the Imperial Chamber of Commerce and signed a contract with the Liji Group to order a large batch of grapes for the first season from the Liji Group.

At that time, they contacted this Manager Laini.

"Of course I remember, Manager Laini, is there anything?"

"We seem to have no place to contact outside of commodity trade?"

Manager Laini's laughter was very hearty, but Lanse felt that this might not be a good thing.

"It's like this, the headquarters has some views on the contract we signed, hoping that we can re-sign one..."