Chapter 265: Bad Move and Docks

The office door was slammed open with a "bang," and a guy with injuries on his body walked in from outside, supported by others.

He had bandages on his waist and abdomen, and some blood stains were seeping out from the bandages, looking very miserable.

He was supported to the sofa to sit down, and the whole person was listless.

Bill (leader of the Red Dog Gang) stood up abruptly. He walked to the sofa with big strides and sat down beside this injured guy. "What's wrong?"

The person who supported him in said, "He was ambushed when he went out. We beat back the ambushers, but he was also injured."

"His luck is not bad, not good. The bullet hit a rib, and the rib pierced some lungs or something. In short, he needs to be hospitalized."

Bill had an expression of disbelief. "Then why the fuck did you bring him to me?"

"I am not a doctor, and this is not a hospital!"

That person could only smile bitterly and say, "The hospital is not very safe. They are already searching the hospital, so I thought about it and could only come over first."

In fact, he exaggerated the injury a bit. The bullet did hit a rib, and the rib was indeed fractured, but it didn't pierce the lung lobe.

The doctor said there might be some piercing wounds, but there was no bleeding situation, so it could be left untreated, as long as he rested quietly.

But there was one sentence he didn't lie about. When they came out, they happened to run into the people who came to search for them. After the two sides exchanged fire at the hospital entrance, they escaped.

The guy lying on the sofa opened his eyes. He was in so much pain now that he couldn't stand it, but he didn't dare to use painkillers indiscriminately.

Some problems with painkillers had actually begun to be gradually discovered by the public. Eating painkillers made one comfortable, and not eating painkillers made one ache all over. This was clearly not right!

But so what if they knew?

Painkillers had already become something that patients who abused painkillers were heavily dependent on. Even if they knew they shouldn't continue taking painkillers, their bodies would force them to continue taking them.

Not to mention that it wasn't just physical pain, but also mental pain!

Those medical groups that developed special painkillers didn't think about how to solve this problem at all. They even launched large bottles, fearing that patients with dependency wouldn't have enough to eat.

This guy was wearing a pink jacket, no underwear, completely bare.

He was a senior cadre under the Red Dog Gang who could make quite a bit of money, operating a very great bar in the Port District.

Being topless was the feature of his bar. Those waitresses almost all walked around the bar topless. As long as you ordered alcohol, you could take advantage of them.

However, even if it was just taking advantage, it already made many people rock hard!

Because taking advantage didn't cost money.

Anyway, they had to drink alcohol regardless of which bar they went to. In other bars, if they dared to harass the beer girls like this, they would be caught out by security and then beaten up.

But here, not only would they not beat you, those waitresses would instead reveal sweet smiles.

Even if every glass was five cents or ten cents more expensive, they were all very willing to come here.

The special business philosophy made him one of the senior cadres who made the most money for the gang, and he was also someone Bill valued relatively highly.

At this time, he opened his eyes and endured the intense pain to look at Bill. "We must fight back!"

He reached out and grabbed Bill's wrist. The pain made him subconsciously use all his strength, which also made Bill's brows knit together in pain.

He wanted to say "You hurt me," but felt that saying this would make him look too sissy, so he could only endure it.

"I know, I will stop it!"

That person shook his head. "It's not a small fight, Bill. If we don't eliminate them all this time, we will be finished soon!"

"They are the purest criminal organization, and we are not!"

This sentence made Bill fall into silence. Even the two senior cadres who rushed back from outside were stunned when they heard this at the door.

Compared to other criminal groups, the Red Dog Gang is actually not pure at all.

They almost never take the initiative to cause trouble, nor will they kill anyone for no reason. What they are most willing to do is to take the girls to make money together!

This kind of person, or rather this kind of organization, is actually not suitable to exist in the form of a gang. They should attach themselves to other gangs and exist as a kind of supplement.

Several pairs of eyes looked at Bill, and Bill also knew that this was not the time for him to joke.

He pried open the hand that had grabbed his wrist blue. "I will seriously consider it."

He walked a few steps. "He is in so much pain, why not give him some painkillers?"

"Actually, I think...", he said, and stopped.

He felt that painkillers would become something that would make more money in the future, but he didn't know how to express it. And now, the formula and production qualifications for painkillers were all in the hands of medical groups.

He just instinctively thought that something that could make people more dependent than alcohol would definitely be able to help them make more money!

Those alcoholics could drink or not drink, and it was already so profitable. What if they had to drink every day, and every glass wasn't cheap?

After letting his subordinates send this guy away, Bill had people notify other senior cadres to come back for a meeting.

In the evening, when they gathered together, Bill talked about what happened during the day.

This triggered the resonance of quite a few senior cadres. Many of their bars or themselves had been harassed or attacked.

"We have been passively beaten all along. Now we can't go on like this. We must fight back properly once!"

Bill first established his tone. "In addition, we need to unite a part of people to take action against them with us. There are many small gangs in the Port District. They are definitely willing to get some development for themselves, and the price is to send out some gunmen."

"If they don't take action, we fight to the end with them, and maybe we will be taken advantage of by these people."

Others were very agreeable to Bill's cognition and point of view. Now the Port District is too chaotic!

After Poli was finished, the middle and high levels of the Brotherhood were also almost finished.

Those who could be caught were all caught, and some who weren't caught had already fled. The entire Brotherhood, after the Kamila Gang, became the second gang to disappear.

Without the Brotherhood pressing on the Port District, forces of all sizes began to rise. According to unofficial statistics, there are more than twenty gangs of all sizes in the entire Port District.

To a certain extent, the existence of the Brotherhood and Big Poli actually still had great value. At least when they were there, the Port District hadn't been this chaotic!

Currently, on paper, the Red Dog Gang is still the largest gang, but the power of these small gangs added together is not necessarily weaker than the Red Dog Gang!

Other senior cadres had no opinion on this. Bill proposed to take fifty thousand dollars and a portion of military weapons to support these small gangs, let them unite together, and make trouble for this outside gang.

It was almost more than seventy thousand dollars, including military weapons. Bill's meaning was for everyone to share this expenditure equally, but this caused some dissatisfaction among some senior cadres.

The first to make trouble was a guy wearing a leather short-sleeved jacket, wearing a spiked collar, and wearing heavy makeup.

Except for the services that his bar should have, it mainly used same-sex dating as a selling point, and the income was also very high.

In this day and age, this kind of behavior is still regarded as heresy, but emotional matters break through the boundaries of secular morality. In the eyes of others, this is clearly something that shouldn't happen.

But when emotions accumulate, pave the way, and suddenly erupt like a flood or tsunami, no one can stop it!

This is no one's fault, just a sincere eruption of emotions from the bottom of the heart.

There are many such people in his bar. Only here can they not be discriminated against. They like the atmosphere of this bar very much and are willing to pay for its expensive expenses.

The name of the bar is called "What's Wrong," simple, popular, but not easy to understand. However, people who have been there once will understand and have a deep impression of it.

The collar guy smoked, raised his orchid finger. "Bill, you are the gang leader. We all have a share of the money we earn, and what you earn is what you earn."

"So I think you should pay more..."

Others also echoed one after another, saying it was gang funds, but in the end, it actually went into Bill's pocket. Now that they didn't say to let others pay for everything, it was actually good enough.

Bill glanced at her, but he knew this wasn't the time to get angry, so he finally made a concession. "I'll take forty thousand, and the remaining thirty-five thousand, you guys split."

Watching them still wanting to bargain, Bill didn't give them a chance at all. "I don't want to discuss it anymore, otherwise just manage your own affairs!"

In the end, they compromised.

That evening, some small gangs in the Port District got the news, saying that Bill of the Red Dog Gang was very dissatisfied with the outsiders stirring up trouble. He knew that the Red Dog Gang might not be able to clear out the outside gangs like the Lanse family.

But he hoped that everyone could huddle together and at least drive this harmful outside gang out of the Port District.

To achieve this goal, he was willing to take out fifty thousand dollars and about twenty thousand to thirty thousand dollars worth of military weapons to provide for free to the local street families.

All of a sudden, the other side became the focus of the entire city!

In fact, it wasn't just the Port District facing such problems. In other districts, the city center, the Valley District, and the Xilin District, outside gangs had already stood firm and began to fight with local gangs.

Currently, it seems the quietest places are Little Sumuli, the Bay Area, and the Imperial District.

Lanse also heard about this. In the evening, when everyone was chatting, he didn't think much of it.

"Bill's brain is not very good. If it were me, I would rather use this money to recruit gunmen and then issue weapons to them, instead of sending weapons and money to those who might be competitors."

"And he ignored the biggest problem, which is that the Red Dog Gang is currently the largest gang in the Port District!"

Others were all stunned!

Here now is like a... family small classroom. Everyone who can sit here is a senior cadre and backbone of the family. Lanse needs them to be able to read more of the situation.

Even Yisen was sitting in the corner with a bucket of fried chicken, listening honestly.

Lanse held the coffee they handed over and took a small sip. A year ago, none of them had thought they could have such a day!

Living in a detached luxurious room, drinking good coffee, being able to chat about some things, instead of being so tired that they wanted to close their eyes as soon as they lay down.

"From Bill's perspective, he is dealing with outsiders, but for those street families that are rising, Bill is strangling his challengers."

"These are two completely different concepts. If he can do it so that everyone has the former's feeling, then no problem!", Lanse flipped his wrist. "Everyone is a Jincheng person; they will do so."

"But if he can't do it, these practices of his will make people feel that he is already very weak, weak to the point of needing to borrow the power of those street families to confront the challengers."

"This is very scary for a gang!"

"He is exposing where he is weak, and he is really soft!"

This is a double-entendre joke. Some people say Bill is also gay. Although there is no clear evidence to prove this, people analyze it from his roughly same attire as Sam (the manager who already hung up). He might also be that kind of person.

He likes to wear red or pink clothes. Although he might not make himself so feminine, he still likes to dress himself up and try hard to make an exquisite appearance.

So this soft is not just talking about his attitude.

There were only two girls in the room. They had long been accustomed to this style, and they were all laughing loudly.

After they laughed for a while, Lanse continued. "So, they will have big trouble, and this big trouble is caused by themselves."

Watching everyone fall into deep thought, Lanse was very satisfied. He glanced at Aierwen, who was also thinking.

The only person who could understand what he meant at once might be Xiao En.

It's not that people with good academic performance are necessarily smart, it's just that he can sort out the logical relationship more quickly.

When some of them already revealed expressions of realization, Lanse handed the finished coffee cup to Kelinda. "Pay attention to the place where we border the Port District, and arrange for people to patrol at fixed points."

"Soon, perhaps there will be bad news about Bill."

"Then it's the matter of continuing to open bars. The price of alcohol will continue to rise, and we will also continue to rise. Just keep it a bit lower than the market price, continue to maintain our preferential policy, and attract people to the Imperial District."

"Tomorrow, let Bodun send more manpower to keep a close eye on those strangers entering the Imperial District, as well as those mad dogs from the Hazardous Materials Bureau."

"This time, we will open five more bars!"

Meiluo was a bit worried. "Do we have that much alcohol?"

Lanse let Aierwen make a phone call to Nike. Nike told them that in the warehouse in the suburbs, there were at least a thousand barrels of wine and potato alcohol.

The entire farm was producing crazily. Now the Hazardous Materials Bureau hadn't realized this point.

They always thought that the wineries had all stopped production. Most of the alcohol came from the sea. There were no big wineries around Jincheng, and the few that existed had all been shut down.

Right under their noses, in the ranch in the suburbs, in those warehouses, a large number of alcohol barrels were piled up like mountains. Every day, walking nearby, one could smell the fragrance of alcohol.

This also made Lanse decide to continue moving the farm and ranch outward, preferably to the big valley in the Valley City. Only by being free can it be a bit safer.

Since there is still sufficient alcohol in hand, then increasing the number of bars is not a problem.

This time, what Lanse provided to the outside were all alcohol with specialized bottles.

The issue of brand is also worth using in private alcohol. When one day the prohibition order ends, those alcoholics who survived during the prohibition order will love the alcohol that helped them get through the dark moments immensely.

Lanse even personally participated in the design. He referred to the bottle body of Napo Whiskey and changed the logo on the bottle neck to a hot-stamped lion portrait.

And also referring to Napo Whiskey, he divided the grade of alcohol into "Gold Lion," "Silver Lion," and "Copper Lion."

It's not that he had to copy Napo Whiskey, but this set of practices is too convenient. Anyone who sees it knows whether it is high-end alcohol or low-end alcohol!

And the name of these alcohols is called "Lion Brand Shōchū."

This will become a well-known brand in the future. What runs through the prohibition order is its core selling point. People will like this period of development history and call it alcohol with "legendary color."

"Continue to buy raw materials. Nike still needs to continue to expand the scale. We don't just do our own business. When we have more storage, we can sell to the outside."

"This is just as profitable!"

Lanse negotiated the development tone for the next period of time, including recruiting more peripheral members. Afterwards, everyone chatted about some fresh things and then went back to their rooms to sleep.

For them, the so-called "fresh things" are most likely some interesting anecdotes that happened in the bar.

Those alcoholics can always make some jokes, which is also a routine program every night.

The next morning, after Lanse got up and had breakfast, he hurried to the docks because the workers' union assembly was about to be held in these few days, and he definitely had to keep an eye on the scene.

Almost everyone on the docks knew Lanse. After he parked the car, quite a few people walked over from far away to greet him.

No matter how the price of alcohol rises in other places, the price of the workers' union is kept at a very low level.

This also made many people hope to be able to join the docks to work, just because the alcohol here is cheap!

The dock management company might have never been so affluent in the issue of recruiting workers. Many people even expressed that giving a little less money would be fine...

Sikaote, Woen, and others also came over early in the morning. After meeting, Lanse shook hands with them separately. Sikaote looked very excited.

He and Woen walked to the corner together. "I have to thank you, Lanse. I heard from Woen that you have great support for our work!"

Lanse didn't be humble. "I did do quite a bit of work, but I believe that if you can enter the General Union, it will be a good thing for me and Woen, and even the entire Jincheng."

"And these investments of mine are not without seeking returns. This is tens of thousands, President Sikaote."

"I hope that one day in the future, when I need you, you won't choose to forget everything I did today!"

Sikaote smiled very easily. He also looked at Woen, as if he was saying "Could I be that kind of person." ===== CHAPTER 266 =====