Chapter 23: Tap Water

Standing in the alley next to the restaurant, Mr. Anderson handed the 400 dollars to Lansi, his expression cold and full of some disgust.

At this moment, he could already be certain that these two people were sent by someone to find trouble.

He actually has quite a few "enemies" in New Jincheng. Alberto, that greedy wild dog, counts as one, and his former partner counts as one—

His partner saw that this restaurant had become very hot recently, and contacted him two weeks ago, hoping to buy back the shares he sold to him at the original price.

He naturally couldn't agree, so this doesn't rule out that the villain who had to blackmail and sell his shares to himself when facing business difficulties would do such a thing.

Of course, there are also some restaurants with competitive relationships around. No one would think their business is too good.

They would rather let guests wait outside the restaurant for an hour before they can enter, and don't hope that guests will go to other restaurants to fill their stomachs with less money.

The better his business, the more likely competitors are to use some bad means.

He must find out who is messing with him behind his back.

"Money is given to you, this matter ends here..."

Lansi folded the last 20-dollar bill, stacked them neatly, put them into his pocket, and the smile on his face was as dazzling as the sun. "Of course, Mr. Anderson, we are people who keep our word."

Mr. Anderson felt that there were words in his sentence, but he couldn't taste it. He hesitated for a while, and finally asked it. "Who let you come?"

He originally thought Lansi would quibble, would talk nonsense. He thought of many possibilities, but he didn't expect...

"200, Mr. Anderson."

"Just 200 dollars, and I will tell you the truth."

"No bargaining."

One breath almost made Mr. Anderson unable to breathe. "I have never seen such a shameless person as you in my life!"

Lansi took a step back and bowed slightly. "I'll take it as your compliment to me."

"I have other things to do in the afternoon. If there is nothing else, we have to leave."

"My poor brother still has to go to the doctor to check his body, and I don't even know if 400 dollars is enough!"

Mr. Anderson's temples were bulging. He lowered his voice, full of anger. He felt that this was Lansi being insatiable and wanting to continue blackmailing him.

"I tell you, you son of a bitch, if you dare to come to my restaurant again, I will call the police. I know some big shots, and they can make you regret coming to this world!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, but he didn't walk a few steps before he retreated, and used angry, trembling hands to count out 200 dollars, smashing it hard on Lansi's chest. "Now, immediately, right now, tell me the name of that bastard!"

Lansi counted the money quickly and smiled until his mouth couldn't close. "Alberto Cotti, sir, I currently work for him..."

"Fuck!"

Mr. Anderson cursed loudly and left here. Aierwen pulled Lansi's sleeve somewhat doubtfully. "Will Mr. Cotti be angry because we sold him out?"

"Sell out?" Lansi shook his fingers, took out 60 dollars, and handed it to Aierwen. "This is not selling out. Mr. Cotti wants to recover this money, so he must give Mr. Anderson enough pressure."

"If we don't say who it is, Mr. Anderson doesn't know where the pressure comes from, and finally he might mistakenly think the mastermind behind the scenes is someone else."

"So we need to let him know who makes him uncomfortable and who to go to to solve this matter."

Lansi put the remaining money into his pocket, then pulled Aierwen back to the car.

The hot sun hung in the sky, roasting everything on the earth.

The moment the car door was opened, a damn heat wave surged out, making Lansi recall the oven of the bakery.

He frowned and waited for a while before sitting in.

The black leather seat that burned his butt made him feel so uncomfortable for the first time. He opened the car window and let more wind from outside blow in as much as possible.

"Next... where are we going?" Aierwen was obviously also hot enough.

Lansi started the car while looking at the rearview mirror and said, "Go find some people who are willing to make money..."

Soon the car returned to the side of the culvert. Lansi brought some food over. The house hadn't been rented yet, and they were still living here temporarily.

It must be said that it is really fucking cool in the culvert at this time. A wind of more than ten degrees blows out from the culvert that has no end, and some physically weak people even have to wear two more pieces of clothing.

No wonder people live in this kind of culvert in summer.

Seeing Lansi drive over, the companions all surrounded him.

"We made some money today. Meiluo, when it's a bit cooler at night, take everyone to buy a set of clothes." He took out 80 dollars and gave it to Meiluo.

There are about twenty people here, and at least 4 dollars are allocated to each person on average.

"Too much, there is a second-hand market near the port, you can buy a set for 1 dollar!"

There are many similar trading markets in the port area, because there are the most poor people here. Most of the clothes sold by people are recycled from other areas, and even stolen!

There are special thieves who steal clothes hung out by others everywhere, and even steal clothes in the laundry.

Of course, there are also some picked up from the garbage piles of middle and high-end communities.

That kind of clothes that look more beautiful are often more expensive and are not consumption items in the port area. The port area is mainly based on clothes for 1 dollar a set, or 60 cents a piece.

Lansi shook his head. "No, go buy a set like mine, decent clothes. In the future, we will enter higher-end occasions, and we can't dress too shabbily."

This time Meiluo had nothing to say, although some people asked how much Lansi earned this time, Lansi just smiled and didn't say.

Aierwen didn't say either.

"Do you know anyone who came from the Empire and has already obtained immigrant status?"

"There are things to do tomorrow, and it's a bit dangerous. People without status might encounter trouble."

"I need about twenty locals or people with legal immigrant status."

The companions immediately talked about it one after another.

There are quite a few Imperial people settled in the Federation, and they have also obtained legal immigrant status. In the process of the Federation's economic start-up, these people have indeed contributed a lot.

"Little Red Hat's uncle and brother seem to be legal immigrants. I heard him say it."

The word "Little Red Hat" is actually not a good term in the Federation. Don't look at some animation fables, and even cartoons and movies revolving around it, but in fact, it is not a good word.

There are some people who are always low in age selection who will call their prey "Little Red Hat" and call themselves "Big Bad Wolf."

And this "Little Red Hat" is called Little Red Hat, in fact, because he looks too much like a girl.

A sixteen-year-old teenager, fair, thin, and can even be said to be beautiful. When he was on the ship, he also wore a red baseball cap.

So everyone gave him a nickname.

Unlike Lansi and these illegal immigrants who smuggled over and planned to take root, he came to rely on his uncle.

As for why he took a smuggling ship over, it was purely because His Majesty the Emperor had already forbidden men from leaving the country at will.

Without smuggling, he couldn't come out at all.

Besides Little Red Hat, several other companions provided some clues.

The problems within the Empire had existed for a long time, and a group of people had left the Empire and come to the Federation long ago. Some of them lived here.

Lansi asked them to write down the addresses or phone numbers, and he would contact them.

Now the trend of anti-illegal immigrants in New Jincheng has not passed, although there is no trend of intensifying, the improvement is limited.

Many people think that this is the City Hall or the State Government not doing anything. In fact, it is just that the political struggle of the high level surrounding New Jincheng has not ended yet.

When the political struggle of the high level ends, then it doesn't need three days, and New Jincheng can restore stability.

Lansi didn't take anyone with him for this visit to Little Red Hat. He went by himself. It wasn't work, and it didn't need so many people.

Little Red Hat's uncle's house is not too far from the port area, and it also belongs to the place where the underclass lives, living in an apartment.

Some people saw Lansi get off the car and couldn't help but stop and look for a while. Not many people drive to this kind of underclass street area and still get off the car.

Until they saw Lansi enter the apartment building, they stopped staring and turned into discussion.

Little Red Hat's address is on the seventh floor. In the corner of the old elevator, there is still a puddle of urine emitting a smell of urine.

The phlegm and toilet paper on the ground have not been cleaned by anyone and have been left there.

In the process of elevator lifting, it is possible to be kicked out and then fall into the elevator shaft.

No wonder as soon as you enter, it is a smell of mold and a faint stench.

When he arrived in front of that door, he tidied up his dress and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged male of about thirty-seven or thirty-eight, with brown hair, a clean face, and not very compatible with the Federation trend of liking to keep beards.

His eyes were full of vigilance and distrust. "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Jeral."

"Who are you?"

"I am from the Empire. You can call me Lansi. We knew each other on the ship."

The middle-aged male looked at Lansi again and found that the clothes he was wearing added up to at least 10 dollars, so those vigils were less.

He hesitated for a while and opened the door. "Jeral is working, and it will be night before he comes back. Come in and sit for a while."

Lansi entered the room and looked around. The space is not very large.

Lansi put the fruit in a conspicuous place on the table. He knows how to deal with these underclass people.

"You can call me Bodun. I'll call you Lansi?"

"Drink something?"

He walked to the cupboard and looked. "I'm sorry, there is only water now."

Bodun put a glass of tap water on the table. "You should have just arrived in the Federation and might not be very clear. In fact, the tap water in the Federation can be drunk directly."

"And you taste it carefully, you should be able to feel that it is actually slightly sweet."

"Federation people have spent decades focusing on the protection of water quality and have made great efforts in filtration, and have also added minerals to these waters."

"I'm not saying the Empire is not good, just compared to the Federation, we still have a long way to go."

Looking at that glass of tap water that must be lead-exceeding, Lansi already knows what kind of person this Mr. Bodun is, and also knows how to communicate with him. ===== CHAPTER 24 =====