Chapter 235: Who is the Fisherman?

"You must know which warehouses the Lianbang You Bao Group has at the wharf."

After Jack finished listening, he frowned. "If you want to move some agricultural products out of their warehouses to make up for your losses, Lanse, I can only say this idea isn't very realistic."

He looked at Lanse and explained the reason in detail. "The prices of those agricultural products actually aren't very expensive, just like wheat, potatoes, and the like. A ton is only a few dozen dollars."

"If you are counting on emptying their warehouses to find your profit back, I think it's very unrealistic. How many tons do you have to move to make up for your losses?"

He shook his head. "The only possibility is their top-grade beef, but that beef has a special warehouse and special people responsible for guarding it. It's easy to get a little bit out, but almost impossible to get a lot."

"Because you need to use a large number of trucks, cranes, and hoists. Even if you work in the middle of the night, many people will notice you, let alone they also have staff and security working the night shift. You don't have this time and space to do so."

While he was talking, he was also looking for countermeasures for Lanse, but after thinking for a while, he still didn't have any good ideas. "I can tell you their warehouse configuration, but I can't help you with other problems."

Lanse didn't tell Jack his plan, because he wasn't sure if Jack could be trusted, and this plan could produce huge power, so he wouldn't tell anyone before implementing it.

Compensation was just a part of it; his real goal was the stock price of the Lianbang You Bao Group.

In the Federation, the financial field was unprecedentedly prosperous, and various financial ways to play had been developed by capitalists.

You can buy stocks and wait for them to appreciate and sell them, or you can first borrow a portion of stocks from the brokerage firm, sell them for cash, and then buy the stocks back at a low price after a period of time to return to the brokerage firm.

There were many ways to make money here, but strangely, the ones who made money were always a small group of people.

Once a group company had some claims and scandals, the negative development would soon be directly reflected in their stocks. This was the method Lanse wanted to use to seek justice.

He had heard some similar things from a friend surnamed Lin, some means and methods used by capitalists to swallow people's wealth.

This time he needed to borrow it and use it on capitalists.

Seeing Lanse's persistence, in the end, he decided to tell Lanse the configuration of the Lianbang You Bao Group's warehouses.

The two ate something outside the racetrack at noon. After the time passed twelve-thirty, a large number of people started to enter the venue.

Lanse bought a few race tickets at random and entered the stands with Jack.

He had watched sports competitions, for example, the sailing team competition, the time he was dragged by Alberto to watch.

Two commentators explained the competition unhurriedly throughout the whole process, and could even chat about some things unrelated to the competition during the explanation.

But in the racetrack, the commentator's mouth seemed to be borrowed from someone else, and it was about to reach the deadline for return. It seemed as if not using it fiercely would be sorry for himself.

From the moment the horses came out of the fence, it was almost like the sound of submachine gun fire, crackling and talking non-stop, until the horses crossed the finish line, only then would it stop.

At the moment the horses crossed the finish line, many people around stood up excitedly, holding the race tickets in their hands high and waving them.

But there was also a considerable number of people who would stand up cursing, and then throw the race tickets in their hands out, accompanied by various greetings.

Greetings to the racehorses they bought, and also greetings to the jockeys.

Jack didn't have the heart to chat with Lanse at all. He started to flip through the race tickets in his hand, took out a few of them separately, and threw them to the ground with an annoyed face.

"Lost a few dollars."

Lanse didn't have much feeling about this. "If you win, how much can you win?"

Jack took out a race ticket left in his hand. "If the racehorse I picked in the next race can appear in the first place, I can get a return of two dollars from the racing association."

After Lanse finished listening, he revealed an expression that everyone understood. "Sounds like very little, only two dollars."

Jack said again, "If I guess right in the third race, then it can provide me with a return of ten dollars."

"In the fourth race, if I guess right again, they have to give me fifty dollars!"

"Fifty times the profit, Lanse. One dollar can get fifty dollars, and you know, this isn't without opportunity. We can not buy those long shots; we only play for first place!"

"There are many ways to play here, but we are all pursuing the way to play with the most odds, and now what we are playing is that."

Lanse asked a very critical question. "Have you won?"

Jack was silent for a while. "Alright, you win. I am often only one step away from victory, but I can never cross that most critical step!"

"Every time I am not too far from victory, I might be lacking a bit of luck!"

Winning is always a low-probability event. In this game that can clearly be controlled by others, what determines victory or defeat is never luck or probability.

Seeing that they need some lucky ones to continue to encourage others to invest constantly, so every time there will be a few lucky ones.

They will be happy that they won the grand prize, and annoyed that they bought too little. Only in this way can people's greed be stimulated.

Until the end of all the race schedules today, Jack didn't let himself become a dream chaser.

"I invested twenty-two dollars in total, and now I have five dollars in my hand. At least I didn't lose it all, right?"

It was hard for Lanse to give him approval. "But you lost seventeen dollars."

Jack rolled his eyes. "But I still have five dollars."

"But you lost seventeen dollars..."

Jack took a deep breath and patted his hands on his sides. "Alright, I lost seventeen dollars. What a terrible day!"

"I have to go back for dinner tonight. My daughter needs me, so..."

Lanse stretched out his hand. "It doesn't matter. I also have things to do tonight, so we'll contact each other later."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye!"

Watching Jack leave, Lanse also returned to the car.

Now the federal government doesn't seem to care much about the smuggling problem, but sooner or later they will care. By then, smuggling will become difficult.

Especially... when the Federal Bureau of Investigation starts to look for opportunities to grasp power like a wild dog greedy for power, some things in the entire country will change.

In the evening, the big guys gathered together again. Erwen had already found out some news through some channels.

"Several big gangs have come to Fides. They seem to intend to come to New Jincheng to develop."

"These people have also appeared in other districts, but they are just other gangs. Especially in the Port District, they have already started to grab territory and have conflicts with the surrounding street families."

"The leader of the Viper Gang is still sitting in Fides. If Bulinton can open up the situation in New Jincheng, then they will all transfer to New Jincheng."

"This place is much more prosperous than Fides, and it is also full of temptation for these gangs. It can be seen that in the next period of time, more outsider gangs will come over."

"The underground world of New Jincheng is definitely going to be chaotic for a while."

"They have been at the Imperial Night nightclub all along. I heard they renovated the third floor and transformed it into their base camp. There will be quite a few people there every moment."

"Including Bulinton, who seems to have lived in the Imperial Night."

"If we take the initiative to attack them, we might encounter a tenacious counterattack."

Lanse pulled a cigarette out of the ivory cigarette case, tapped it on the riverbank with the cigarette butt facing down to make the tobacco firm, and only then did he put it in his mouth and light it.

"If we take the initiative to attack the Imperial Night, we will fall into a passive position. We all know that building. The materials used are very solid."

"My meaning is to find a way to lure them out. As long as they leave that building, we can find a place to ambush them."

"With preparation hitting without preparation, our chance of winning is greater."

Everyone agreed with this suggestion very much. Besides Enio, they had all participated in the firefight in the triangle area and knew that they could survive because the house they were in at the time was easy to defend and hard to attack.

If the people from the Kamila Gang wanted to rush in, they had to accept a round of baptism by bullets. No one could be hit and not die, so they couldn't get in at all.

Even in the street fighting later, because of the lack of cover, the other party couldn't advance. After everyone shot at each other for a period of time, it ended with the failure of the Kamila Gang in the end.

The power required for offense is always higher than the power required for defense, and this also requires the people who attack to have strong psychological quality and pressure resistance.

Lanse wasn't worried about their psychological quality and pressure resistance; he just didn't hope for so many people to die.

Everyone discussed it simply and all thought that Lanse's idea was very good, at least it could lower their casualties.

Since everyone had no opinions, Lanse continued to say, "Aren't they asking around where our bars are?"

"Then find a bar as bait and find a way to lure them out."

Enio was a bit worried. "Will there be any danger?"

Lanse shook his head. "Even if we don't tell them where our bars are, do you think they won't be able to find where our bars are?"

"There are twenty thousand people in the Imperial District, at least several thousand or even ten thousand drunks. The characteristics of these people are too obvious."

"Not everyone stands on our side. There are still many people standing on the side of 'money'. As long as they are willing to spend money, they will definitely be able to know some clues."

"So instead of responding passively, it's better to actively release the news to them."

"Even if there is a problem, we only lose one bar. It's very simple to rebuild. Just have alcohol."

"But what they will lose is their lives that they will never be able to find back!"

In the end, Lanse's idea was all agreed upon, and Lanse handed this matter to Erwen to formulate a plan, and he would make the final decision.

These few days, the middle-aged man who appeared in the bakery in the morning came every day, and every day he would buy more bread, trying to get on good terms with these old men.

This also made him a regular customer of the bakery and a "familiar face" in the eyes of the old men around.

Another morning, the middle-aged man arrived at the bakery after nine o'clock. He bought half a pound of bread, had the shop owner cut it into bread chunks the size of a thumb, and then went to the table outside.

He tore open the kraft paper bag, signaling that everyone could eat. The four old men sitting at the table didn't stand on ceremony and took it and started eating directly.

The bread in this kind of roadside ordinary bakery wasn't fluffy at all, nor would it have the fragrance of butter or other spices, nor was it sweet.

It was just ordinary salty bread, and it was hard and difficult to eat.

But it couldn't be denied that when chatting, it was indeed one of the foods that could pass the time.

The old men's teeth weren't very good either. A small piece of bread could be eaten for a while.

The topics everyone chatted about were still so... divergent, chatting from "Secret History of the Imperial Emperor" to "Chaos of the Imperial Uprising Army," from the President of the Federation wearing bear underwear to the President's wife saying dirty words.

Anyway, to them, there was nothing in this world they didn't know.

Wanting to join the topics of these old men, the middle-aged man had also worked hard to make up some lessons these few days.

He now had to finish reading "International News" and "Today's New Jincheng" at least every day before he could come over, otherwise he couldn't chat with these people at all.

It was best to read some "Planet News" or "Federal Daily" and "Post" and the like. These old men had too broad and miscellaneous knowledge, and ordinary people really couldn't keep up with their topics.

The middle-aged man had gradually found some feeling and could occasionally interject a sentence and express his own views.

And the old men's listening and occasional affirmation gave him an illusion: he should have studied hard when he was young. Maybe he wouldn't have to mix in gangs now...

Seeing that it was almost noon, the half-pound of bread on the table was almost eaten by everyone, and the middle-aged man also planned to say goodbye.

Before leaving, he still had to tentatively ask these old men.

"Chatting with you is very pleasant. I recently found that I like being with you very much. You let me learn a lot of things, and my perspective on looking at the world now is also different from the past."

"Sometimes I really want to treat you to a drink to celebrate, or say thank you for your salvation to my life..."

It was sensationalism plus probing again. He was very good at this.

In the past, when he said this, the old men would brush it off, but today, the situation was clearly a bit different.

An old man who looked a bit thin had an expression on his face that the middle-aged man couldn't understand, as if he were a bit proud, and as if he were showing off. He held his cane with both hands and stamped it on the ground.

"If you really have this intention and aren't just saying it casually, perhaps your idea can be realized."

He said this and paused. "Do you know how much money it takes to treat all of us to a drink?"

The middle-aged man suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and asked, "How much money?"

"At least two dollars!"

Including the middle-aged man, there were five people. If they drank twenty-five-cent bombs, that would be one dollar and twenty-five.

And it was very likely they couldn't just drink one cup, they might drink two cups, or drink whiskey or gin.

The middle-aged man endured the impulse to take out a large amount of money immediately and used an expression that looked down on the other party to say, "Two dollars only."

The thin old man laughed. "I hope you can still laugh after arriving at the bar."

He looked at the others. "We all have things to do tonight. Tomorrow, tomorrow night at seven o'clock, we will go over together."

The middle-aged man wished he could get this intelligence right now. His voice had some slight trembling. "You can tell me where, and I'll go over and wait for you."

The thin old man didn't eat this set. "I said, we will go over together at that time. You wouldn't want to renege on the debt, would you?"

The middle-aged man immediately denied it. "Of course it's impossible... Since you requested it so, then we'll meet tomorrow night?"

The thin old man confirmed again and again. "We'll meet."

Then the old men said goodbye to each other one after another and got up to leave.

The middle-aged man also left quickly. He took a car to the next station, and then drove back to the Imperial Night.

"So, you will know where the bar is tomorrow night?" Bulinton revealed a satisfied smile. He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder. "Good job. After we handle the Lanse family, that bar will be handed over to you to manage."

The middle-aged man almost couldn't suppress his ecstasy. He naturally knew how profitable the smuggled alcohol in New Jincheng was, which meant he was about to become a high-level gang member!

This money was enough for him to support a large group of subordinates!

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Bulinton, I will always be your loyal friend!"

Bulinton hugged him as if he hadn't reacted. "Between friends, don't use the word 'loyal'. You have to use the word 'trustworthy'!"

"Yes, trustworthy. I will always be your trustworthy friend!"

Bulinton laughed out loud. After a while, he started to arrange tasks.

Since he could find out where the other party's bar was tomorrow, then make a move tomorrow night, not give Lanse any chance to resist, and directly beat them down!

This time, the one hundred or so people from the Viper Gang who came over, besides the dozen or so left behind at the Imperial Night, were almost all arranged to go out.

He wanted to establish his status in New Jincheng in one fell swoop, letting the gangs here know that although Fides wasn't as prosperous as here, the gangs in Fides weren't weaker than the gangs in New Jincheng!

He even had some thoughts and impulses to challenge the Five Great Families. Who the hell stipulated that the Five Great Families were the Five Great Families, and who stipulated that the Viper Gang, he, Bulinton, couldn't become the next Five Great Family?

The people from the Viper Gang started to gather immediately, and these changes were all seen clearly by the eyes in certain corners of this street block.

With the obvious decline in the crime rate in the Imperial District, even at seven or eight o'clock, there would be pedestrians on the road, and even people strolling.

Countless eyes eventually formed a surveillance network. No one could escape the gaze of so many eyes.

The next afternoon, several old men were waiting at the bus station with smiles. Their credit had already been eaten into their mouths, and the rest was enjoying the fruits of victory!

After six o'clock, the middle-aged man rushed over. The old men said they were going to take the bus over, which made the middle-aged man wish he could say he had a car and could carry them together.

But considering the image of a frustrated middle-aged man he was playing, he ultimately didn't do that and got on the bus with the old men.

When the bus left here with seven or eight cars that were clearly not very normal, Mo Lisi stood in a public telephone booth and made a call.

"They took the bait..." ===== CHAPTER 236 =====