Chapter 24: Mutual Witnessing of Growth is the Precious Wealth of Life

"Uncle Bodun, I heard that this apartment was bought by yourself, not rented, is it?"

Lansi looked at the water glass on the table and didn't intend to touch it. Bodun was always expecting him to take a sip, and then use "How about it, I said it was right, the tap water here has no strange smell, it's still sweet" to prove his point.

He had to change the subject, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a topic that Bodun couldn't ignore.

The corners of Bodun's mouth couldn't be controlled and turned up. The facial muscles that originally wanted to show color finally couldn't hold back and became not-so-serious smiles, and even his idea of wanting to get Lansi's affirmation on the slight sweetness of tap water was ignored.

"Jeral told you all these things?"

"It looks like you are indeed very good friends!"

He took a deep breath, and there was a feeling of "You still discovered it, I have to admit this point." "Yes, that's right, this apartment was bought by me."

"You might not know what I experienced when I first came here, but in any case, I accompanied the growth of this city, and it also returned the most beautiful gift to me."

"I bought a house, got married—although I divorced again, have insurance, have a work card, I don't need to worry about the Emperor's soldiers dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night and giving me a gun that won't fire to go and serve the royal family."

"The only thing I need to do is to pay my labor, and then harvest my reward!"

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing a few times. "I'm not boasting, Lansi. This is the Federation Dream. It shone into my life, and I also hope that you can become a person like me." 【24-12

"Work hard, strive, and endure hardship; this society will reward you with everything. If it hasn't yet, it just means it will come a little later. No matter how late, it will definitely come. This is the Federation!"

"Effort brings reward!" His pious and sacred expression, like a missionary swindling a rural farmer, made Lanse feel a bit nauseated.

"You really are an amazing person!" Lanse complimented him insincerely, which made Mr. Burton laugh even more recklessly and loudly.

He loved to share his greatest successes with others, everything he was desperate to show off; now, he had succeeded.

"You can also achieve this, buy a house here, have your own life, and obtain immigrant status."

"As long as you are willing to work hard and keep your feet on the ground!"

He paused while speaking, wiping away the white flecks of saliva from the corners of his mouth caused by talking too much, "I haven't asked yet, what kind of work do you do, Lanse?"

He gave Lanse a look that clearly said "I am sizing you up" and "I can tell you are wearing nice clothes," looking Lanse over from head to toe once more.

Lanse maintained his politeness and a smile, "I work for some local people. It's not work in the traditional sense; I handle some tricky matters for them, and then they pay me for it."

The smile on Mr. Burton's face, which had been quite rich, suddenly diminished a little.

Most workers who honestly and actively cooperate with the exploitation and oppression of capitalists do not like the things Lanse spoke of.

This represented instability, represented risk, and was not the same thing as the life he wanted to lead.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit stiff. This could not be blamed on Mr. Burton; most ordinary people are actually not very willing to have any connection with gang affairs.

"That's nice," he replied perfunctorily. By this time, he already wanted Lanse to leave, and he even used a large gesture to look at the clock hanging on the door leading to the bedroom.

Lanse acted as if he hadn't noticed, "I haven't been here for very long, and I don't know much about the situation in Jincheng."

"Uncle Burton, you have lived here for a long time and must know this place very well. I wonder if you could introduce me to the living conditions of the Imperial people here?"

Mr. Burton seemed a bit hesitant, but considering that Lanse might also have joined a gang, he ultimately could not refuse.

"There are about thirty thousand Imperial people in Jincheng who have already obtained identity cards; the rest are... illegal immigrants."

"We Imperial immigrants who have already obtained identity cards all go to the Saint Night Cathedral for gatherings on weekends."

"I have heard that others also have some places for gatherings, but I have never attended them."

He pondered for a while, "For the sake of you being a good friend of Jieral, I will give you a piece of advice: do not have contact with the people from the Kamier Gang."

When Lanse pressed for more about this "Kamier Gang," Mr. Burton stopped speaking.

At the same time, he indicated that it was getting late and he still had work to do, so Lanse could only rise to take his leave.

Although he didn't see Little Red Riding Hood, he could be considered to have gained some understanding of the Imperial people living here.

As for the Kamier Gang that Mr. Burton mentioned, Lanse was not quite sure what it had done, but he already had a guess in his heart—

The person who can stab you with a fatal wound is often the one you least expect.

People are always extremely vigilant and careful toward enemies; only when facing their own people do they relax their guard, and then they get stabbed right in the heart.

Fortunately, the weekend was only a day away; this period of time was just right to let Mr. Anderson properly use his brain to decide whether to pay off the debt.

In the afternoon, Lanse went to the company. It didn't matter that he sold out Mr. Keti to Erwen, but he still had to tell the other party about it eventually.

This time when he arrived at the company, everyone was greeting him.

Capable people are welcomed and valued everywhere; even the pretty receptionist at the door, who was painting her toenails, took the initiative to look up and say "Hi" to Lanse.

Fudisi was not here; he had also gone out to work. Lanse went straight to Mr. Keti's office, and he was on the phone.

In order not to be annoying, he did not enter Mr. Keti's office, but waited at the door until there was a voice inside calling him, and only then did he walk in.

"Sorry, the phone call took a bit long; it's almost the end of the month."

The second quarter was coming to an end, and the third quarter was about to arrive. At this time, some companies, in order to make their books look good and to fool investors and shareholders, would look for ways to borrow money everywhere.

This was also a relatively busy time for financial companies and banks every quarter; most of the business was overnight lending, three-day, five-day, or one-week loans.

The interest rates were very high. Just now, Alberto had negotiated a one-week short-term loan; he paid out two hundred thousand, and after one week, the other party would pay him back two hundred and fifteen thousand including principal and interest.

It seemed that the interest was not very high, only fifteen thousand, but in reality, this interest was really not a small amount.

This company had a good reputation and sufficient collateral, and they would sign formal loan contracts, the kind that had legal effect.

It was even the case that Alberto at this moment hoped the other party would not pay back the money or could not afford to pay it back, so that he would have the qualification to legally plunder the other party's property through judicial channels.

He was in a very good mood!

"Sit. Anderson called me; you did a very good job." He opened the cigarette case, turned it in a direction, and let Lanse take a cigarette from it.

"The profanity he used on the phone was dirtier than the filthiest bitch I've ever seen; I'm a bit angry now."

"I'm considering whether I really want to recover this money, or find a way to properly vent my anger. Lanse, what are your thoughts?"

Having secured the first order and also making Anderson take the initiative to call him, Lanse's personal ability had been demonstrated to the fullest.

Alberto really wanted to know, if it were Lanse, how he would choose.

Lanse said with almost no hesitation, "No one would go against money. If I were you, Mr. Keti, I would take back the money that belongs to me, and then properly vent my anger."

Alberto clapped his hands, very satisfied with Lanse's answer, "You're right, I won't go against money..." He pondered for a while, "Do you have any follow-up ideas?"

Lanse did not hide his thoughts either, "Mr. Anderson cares a lot about his restaurant, so I plan to continue to attack from the restaurant side."