Chapter 223: 223. Chapter 221 Price Sacrifice and Reporting and Exposure

223. Chapter 221 Price Sacrifice and Reporting and Exposure

Lanse walked very decisively.

So decisive that he didn't quarrel or make trouble, making Buliqi feel incredible. The blonde secretary was just about to knock on the door with coffee, and saw Lanse walking out from inside.

She was a bit stunned, and a bit at a loss, looking at Lanse walking to the elevator and pressing the button, while she was poking her head toward the room.

She didn't know who the coffee in her hand should be given to, or if it should be poured out.

In a large enterprise, serving the coffee prepared for Lanse to others, even if Lanse didn't drink a sip, this is a very impolite behavior.

But this coffee really wasn't cheap. She didn't know if there would be any punishment if she poured it out. She could only stand there blankly, no one cared about her.

In the room, Buliqi didn't quite understand. "The information says that this Lanse is just a child from a local poor family, and the only thing he can take out is organizing a gang?"

He wanted to laugh a bit.

Whether a gang is scary or not depends on who you say it to.

If it's for ordinary people, for those who have no social background, a gang is someone who can take their lives. They will be very afraid.

Factually, it is indeed the case. Even if collecting protection fees by a gang is an unreasonable thing, no one will refuse.

Because they know, not paying money will cause trouble.

But very few gangs will blackmail those large enterprises. Big capitalists only need a phone call to make these gangs very troublesome.

If the information said Lanse was a person from the five major families, perhaps he would choose other methods to communicate with Lanse, or even simply not communicate, letting him earn this money.

But this was just a small gang. He didn't know what Lanse had the confidence to make him do this.

Manager Laini didn't know how to explain this matter. Even if he told Buliqi that Lanse only used half a year to stand firm in this city, he believed Buliqi wouldn't listen.

Because from Buliqi's angle, even if Lanse did some things that made people feel incredible, he wasn't at the same height as him.

"Forget it, let the legal department prepare to sue him, we can also chat with the mayor...", Buliqi soon put the focus of work on the next client, and no longer continued to pay attention to Lanse.

When the elevator door opened slowly after a ding, Lanse noticed several aggressive security guards standing outside the elevator door, and the manager who sent him to take the elevator before.

They looked at each other for a while, two or three seconds, Lanse stepped out of the elevator car. "So many people welcoming me?", he asked.

That young manager immediately filled with smiles. He thought Lanse and the company had reached an agreement, and continued to compliment. "Of course, you are our most respected guest!"

Lanse looked at him sideways with a smile. "Better be!"

This sentence made the manager's smile stop for a moment. He didn't quite understand the meaning of Lanse's sentence. Did they reach an agreement, or did they not reach an agreement?

He didn't know, but it looked like this gentleman didn't intend to quarrel or make trouble, so he continued to treat it as if they had talked.

"Of course, I respect you from the bottom of my heart, sir."

Lanse didn't talk nonsense with him, and walked toward the door with big strides.

The driver who was smoking by the parking lot next to the company saw Lanse coming out of the company building, immediately threw the cigarette butt on the ground, got into the car, and drove the car over.

"Back to the company."

After he returned to the office in the Imperial District, he let people call those representatives of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce over.

They had been very moist during this period, because they also knew that the price of grapes was soaring, and everyone's face revealed that kind of heartfelt happiness.

The thing these people liked most every morning was to buy a copy of the latest "Market News" after getting up, and then turn the page to the column of agricultural commodities to find the label of "grapes."

They would compare with yesterday's price to calculate how much money they earned again today!

This speed of making money... really too cool, and Lanse wasn't greedy, only taking away a small part of their profits. Every day when they opened their eyes, they became richer. This kind of day was fascinating!

They liked, and even loved Lanse.

After people came almost, Lanse let people close the door.

"Today, people from Liji Group notified me to talk about our contract..."

One sentence focused everyone's attention. This was related to their income problem, and they were naturally very nervous.

"Undoubtedly, our investment is correct. They think the price of grapes will rise to at least over three hundred dollars."

"In other words, our contracts are now worth at least two million five hundred thousand."

Everyone in the room was sucking in cold air. Although they knew that this money didn't all belong to them, about sixty percent belonged to Lanse.

But even if forty percent remained, this was one million!

Their total investment was only thirty-seven or thirty-eight thousand, and this was one million?

Everyone's face revealed a smile, but some also revealed an annoyed look, because they invested too little!

But next, Lanse's words made their mood, which had already started to consider buying a house or a car, fall to the bottom.

"But they don't intend to admit the legality of this contract, and plan to re-sign a new contract with us, and give us grapes at a price of two hundred and seventy."

Someone couldn't help it. "Mr. Lanse, can't agree to them, this is unreasonable!"

Lanse nodded. "Yes, unreasonable, so I refused them."

"But they will sue us, and you know, for this kind of lawsuit involving huge funds, what we have to face is not only their legal department, but also the lawyers we hired ourselves, like hungry wolves."

This sentence made everyone silent. Federal lawyers... all their lawyers will talk to you about professional ethics, but almost never talk to you about human behavior standards and bottom lines, and even less talk to you about social morality.

Because they, simply don't have it!

The more excellent the lawyer, the less humanity, because humanity will only make them make wrong choices and judgments.

In the Federation, people's judgment of whether a lawyer is

Of course, the mayor also sensed that Mr. Qiaobafu's mood was somewhat low. "Qiao, do you know what your biggest problem is?"

Mr. Qiaobafu, having pulled himself together, immediately asked, "What is it, sir?"

The mayor raised a finger and pointed at him. "It is your weakness, Qiao."

"If someone else were standing in your position, you would already be a member of Jincheng's upper class, rather than how you are now. I've heard that even those gangs can blackmail you."

"You have over two hundred thousand supporters here. This force makes anyone in Jincheng afraid to mess with you. Once these two hundred thousand people demonstrate and march, it affects the operation of this city."

"Then whoever caused all of this is the enemy of all the vested interest groups in this city."

"But look at yourself. After so many years, there hasn't been a single bit of development or change. It really makes one not know what to say."

He shook his head and said, "With a personality like yours, even if you became a municipal councilor, I'm afraid you wouldn't last long."

A flash of dissatisfaction crossed Mr. Qiaobafu's eyes, along with a trace of anger and a hint of an indescribable realization, yet he smiled on his face. "Yes, you are quite right. I am indeed sometimes overly weak."

The mayor nodded slightly, though it was unclear what exactly he was nodding for. "It is not too late to realize your own problems, at this time."

"Go ahead and prepare for the election with peace of mind. Lans shouldn't have established any charity foundation yet, right?"

"Go into the city and set one up, specifically to help immigrants living in difficulty within the Empire. You don't need to give money or goods to everyone; pick out a few typical cases. You should understand this better than I do."

Mr. Qiaobafu nodded. "Yes, I know how to do it."

The mayor continued, "Qiao, look, you understand everything, but in the past, you have never done anything, yet you let a young man beat you to it."

"But fortunately, everything is still in time."

After letting Mr. Qiaobafu leave, he dialed his personal secretary's phone. "Tell Bulu and the others to get to work once they've rested. Uproot that group of Lans's people as soon as possible. I get irritable just hearing their names now."

A small character actually dared to refuse his recruitment?

Regardless of whether he was a local or not, this made him feel he had lost face, especially that expression of Lawyer Aosen's—looking like he was smiling but not really, a fake smile—which made him very angry.

Hanging up the phone, he got up and walked to the window. The cool evening breeze from outside blew in, making him squint his eyes slightly.

If one doesn't consider the issue of fighting for power and profit, actually retiring in Jincheng is a pretty good choice.

He looked at those cars on the city roads and fell into new thoughts.

At the same time, Luo Bu's heart was beating violently, and he left the bar feeling slightly drunk.

The people here did not respect him.

When he intended to have another glass, the bartender refused him and told him he was already drunk.

What he needed now was not "another glass," but to "go home and crawl into bed to get a good night's sleep," and "don't forget to have a glass of milk before sleeping."

When the bartender finished saying these words, the people around were laughing loudly, but Luo Bu did not laugh.

He was truly drunk. He had already consumed two bombs and two whiskeys today, and he was already starting to feel a bit out of control.

But this damn bar was really fun; it was full of young girls who were willing to respond to his flirting, which made him very happy.

Even the pain brought by losing Sai Lin Na seemed to have disappeared in the process of flirting with these girls.

Now, he just wanted two more glasses, one for himself and another for his "female companion." He felt there was a chance to take this girl home today; he had driven here.

But the bartender not only refused him but also turned him into a joke. He cursed "fuck" and seemed to want to do something impulsive, but he quickly controlled his emotions.

Because two security guards were standing behind him.

"If it weren't for your father's sake, I would take you to the back right now instead of letting you leave here!" The bartender tilted his head, and the two security guards dragged him to the door and threw him out.

The moment the bar door closed, he vaguely heard the boisterous laughter of the people. His flushed face made it impossible to tell if it was because of drinking too much or because of anger.

He arrived at a phone booth diagonally across from the bar street. He glanced at the few people standing outside the bar alley in the distance, took out two one-cent coins, and inserted them into the public phone's coin slot.

"This is the Hazardous Materials Bureau complaint line. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I want to speak with Officer Lukaer (Angel Lake)."

"Hold on..."

After about twenty seconds, a voice rang out, "I am Lukaer, who is there?"

Luo Bu's heartbeat became increasingly powerful and faster. He felt his mouth dry and tongue parched; it might be because he drank too much alcohol. He should have listened to the bartender and had a glass of milk.

He pressed his hand against his chest, as if wanting to stop it from beating so violently. "It's me, Scarecrow."

Scarecrow was his code name. In the Federation, Scarecrow had many special meanings. He felt he could become a watcher.

"Oh, Mr. Scarecrow, thank you very much for your report last time, which allowed the cause of justice to make a huge step forward. So this time, have you brought me good news again?"

Luo Bu looked back at the intersection in the distance and lowered his voice a little.

He actually knew the other party couldn't hear him, and it was impossible to hear the voice of someone in a phone booth tens of meters away, but he still lowered his voice.

"In the Imperial District... about 150 to 160 meters east along the road, there is an alley opening to the south. There are a few people standing at the entrance of the alley."

"There is a bar inside. You can see at least ten thousand dollars worth of alcohol and cash from here, and possibly one or two hundred drunks drinking!"

Officer Lukaer whistled. "No problem, the reward goes into the previous account?"

"Yes!"

After saying this, he hung up the phone, then went back to drive, and parked the car in the distance.

He wanted to witness the arrest process in person. That bastard bartender actually dared to mock him?!

Fine, let these people see how terrifying the consequences and price of mocking him are.

With the exact information, Lukaer quickly gathered a large team. He requested that they not sound the sirens on the road.

Recently, there were many "passersby" around the Hazardous Materials Bureau. They stood around the gate so blatantly; as long as they came out with sirens, these people would immediately report it.

If they turned on the sirens, these people would soon figure out where they were going, so now even if they had operations, they wouldn't use the sirens.

And Director Dai Er let them go out collectively when they were bored.

As long as they went out, the bars in the entire city would have no peace!

And this could also numb these people, making them not know whether this operation was really to arrest bars and bootleggers, or just to play with them.

An armored vehicle and five police cars left the Hazardous Materials Bureau. The people at the gate started making phone calls again. Although they were annoyed themselves, this was necessary.

Lans's bars also received calls. Aierwen also arranged for people to guard the door, but this time they were not heading south, but toward the Pulixiya District.

So the people making the calls were not that nervous, and the bars did not close but continued to operate.

But what they didn't know was that after these cars entered Pulixiya and circled twice, they suddenly started accelerating toward the Imperial District.

By the time the lookouts at the alley entrance saw these motorcades, they were already close at hand!

A lookout ran to the bar door and pounded on the gate hard. "The black-skinned dogs are here!"

The strong man responsible for guarding the door turned around and ran. He pounded the button on the inner wall of the bar, and the music and lights disappeared all at once, replaced by incandescent lamps.

"The police are here!"

After a few short seconds, the entire bar was like a pot that had exploded. While arranging for guests to leave from the other door, others packed up the evening's cash and had people carry the easiest-to-carry banknotes to leave first.

These people from the Hazardous Materials Bureau were too fast. They quickly surrounded the house and soon found another exit in the adjacent unit—a few people who had drunk too much were wailing, eventually attracting the agents' attention.

When the machine gun on the armored vehicle was set up, the people who were still a bit rowdy finally stopped, and their drunkenness wore off.

Lukaer walked in from the bar's main gate. The special strange smell in the bar had not yet dissipated. He took a deep breath.

This was the smell of fame and fortune!

He gestured, not even needing to speak; the large number of reinforcements who had arrived had already started cleaning up the scene.

The guests were escorted to the roadside and made to squat with their hands raised high, while the bar's operator, the bartender wearing a dark brown vest, was standing at the very front of the crowd at this moment.

"Identify your people."

Officer Lukaer vaguely felt that this bar should be Lans's property, which made him become excited!

The bartender didn't speak, just spat at him, but he dodged it.

The next moment, he threw a backhand hook punch, hitting the bartender in the stomach, making him unable to straighten his waist.

At this time, a colleague walked over. "The reporters are watching you. Whatever you want to vent, it's best to do it after we go back."

Lukaer nodded and then signaled for the reporters to come up and take pictures.

He stepped on a few crates of alcohol, just like the ancestors of the Federation stepped on the corpses of those natives, holding a bottle of alcohol in his hand, and revealed a smile toward the camera...

Luo Bu, who witnessed everything from a distance, revealed a sense of refreshing revenge on his face that he had never seen before!

Lans had destroyed his life, and he had now severely retaliated for all of this, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction!

The news quickly reached Lans's ears. Regarding the fact that another bar had been taken down, he was also very annoyed.

"Check on Lukaer's situation, and also, find out who is selling out the addresses of our bars?"

Aierwen didn't know how to answer this question, but soon the phone bell on the desktop rang.

The call was from Mo Lisi, who brought news that Lans wanted.

"Lans, I might know who it is..."