Chapter 286

In nature, the male lion has the right to distribute food.

The wolf king also has the right to distribute food.

Animals that occupy a dominant position actually all have the right to distribute and dispose of resources.

People too.

In those ordinary families, the ones who control the distribution of materials are always the labor force in the family, the male or female owner who can earn money, not those children who have no income.

Many families are like this; a family sits at the dining table, and then the father gets the best food first, and then he or delegates the mother to distribute the food to other members of the family.

Children, and the elderly.

This is a declaration of ruling power, although they might not have noticed it themselves, because instinctive things aren't so easy to notice, and they aren't good at thinking.

What John is doing now is actually the same thing; he is declaring the fact that he is "a ruler with the power to distribute food"!

Branch Director Bulu, while saying polite words, used a knife and fork to cut the steak and sent it into his mouth.

Watching Branch Director Bulu eat a piece of beef, John then continued to move his knife and fork, "What did you want to tell me on the phone?"

Branch Director Bulu swallowed the food in his mouth, "First, I hope the financial power of the branch is still in my hands; this has always been the convention..."

The annual funding for the branch actually has quite a lot; City Hall allocated this part of the expenses to the City Police Department, and then the City Police Department allocated this money to the branch.

However, in this final process, there are two situations.

The first situation is that the branch provides the expenses needed to the General Bureau, and then the General Bureau directly sends the funds to the hands of specific people; the Branch Director has no power to handle it.

There is another kind, where they directly allocate the money to the Branch Director, and then the Branch Director handles it.

Undoubtedly, the first method weakens the Branch Director's power. Financial power is the core foundation of administrative power; without financial power, there is no administrative power, and the police officers will only listen to the General Bureau, not to him, this Branch Director.

After all, he cannot decide who can get money and who cannot, and provide corresponding benefits and treatment.

Now New Jincheng is implementing the second method, fully delegating financial power to the Branch Director, which is one of the reasons why the branch can control the branch.

John frowned after listening; recovering financial power is the core of his firmly controlling the entire New Jincheng police system. He couldn't agree to Branch Director Bulu.

But now, he needs him very much, so he has to change a way of saying it, "This decision wasn't made by me; it's the Mayor's meaning."

"Before, when Chali managed the police system, he made a wrong example, making each branch very lax, so the Mayor intends to change this situation."

"Although financial power will be recovered, but Bulu, the money you got privately, we won't handle; that part of the money you can distribute yourself."

Branch Director Bulu lowered his head and glanced at his watch, then said, "Is there no way at all?"

John shook his head, "No, this is absolutely unchangeable."

This made Branch Director Bulu look a bit disappointed, "There is also personnel power..."

A mocking smile appeared on John's face, but it was quickly restrained, "Of course you have personnel power, but for the convenience of management, we will also make a certain degree of adjustment to the personnel arrangements of each branch every once in a while."

"For example, adjusting you to the Starlight District or the Bay Area; this is actually a good thing, right?"

"I know, you all want to go to better branches, Starlight Branch, Bay Area Branch, City Center; those places can let you make more money, instead of always being in the same poor place."

"You still have personnel control over the branch; the only thing we mobilize is you Branch Directors."

These are actually word games. Once Branch Director Bulu is transferred, no matter where he is transferred, he completely loses control over his subordinates.

He will become a puppet at the mercy of others; the police officers below will sideline him, and the old subordinates will be squeezed out by the new Chief. He of course knows the tricks of these people, but can't say anything.

John stared at Branch Director Bulu, who showed some disappointment on his face. He sat there in a daze for a while, during which he looked at his watch again, then stood up, "I'll go to the restroom..."

John didn't stop him, "Please."

He watched Branch Director Bulu walk into the restroom next to the restaurant, a mocking look on his face; now he needs someone to defect first.

After other branches come over, the first thing he will do is replace all these people who look unpleasant!

What kind of thing, negotiating conditions with me?

John got another piece of beef rib; although he didn't think much of Branch Director Bulu, it had to be said that in choosing a restaurant, he still had some ability.

The beef rib was soft, rotten, and off the bone, very delicious.

Just as he was enjoying the meat on the beef rib, someone suddenly walked to his side, "Someone asked me to tell you a sentence, sir."

John's gaze stayed for a moment on this half-grown child who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old and was dressed very ordinarily, and then he said, "What do you want to tell me?"

The teenager had a shy smile, "Mr. Lans said, the three thousand dollars don't need to be returned."

Just at this moment, all the hair on John's body stood up. He turned his head sharply to look outside the window behind him; several gunmen were already holding guns aimed at him.

He had never found his body so agile; when his whole body was full of power, the sound of gunfire rang out...

The sound of a submachine gun; he didn't need to look back to know this point.

The teenager had already retreated to a place a few steps away the moment he turned his head, looking at him calmly.

His eyes showed a kind of ferocity; if given a chance, he would not hesitate to get rid of this half-grown teenager.

The window glass was shattered, glass fragments splashed everywhere, and bullets penetrated the glass and hit him, pushing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

He couldn't even feel the pain and still wanted to draw his gun to fight back!

But at this time, he remembered that because he was wearing casual clothes, his gun was left in the holster, and the holster was left in the car.

He didn't know how many shots he had taken, but he knew he was dead!

Death was once a very distant thing to him, but inexplicably, it suddenly descended.

He lay painfully on the restaurant floor, not only with gunshot wounds on his body, but also some wounds left by glass on his face and head, slowly overflowing with blood.

His body kept twitching, as if telling him to cheer up!

But he really couldn't cheer up anymore!

His internal organs were all beaten into fragments; he couldn't even move!

Branch Director Bulu, who came out of the restroom, looked at John, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and shook his head slightly.

He didn't say a word, stepped over his head, and left here.

John opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood surged out, stifling the "Fuck" he wanted to say. His head tilted, and he had no breath.

On the other side, the Port District Branch, John's old partner, since being promoted to Branch Director, seemed to have entered another realm.

He had gained a bit more weight; everyone knew that their new Branch Director's favorite food was donuts.

He almost brought two bags of donuts to the office to eat every day, and sometimes he would ask people to help buy them. Someone privately called him the "Donut Director."

At this time, the Donut Director stood by the window; there wasn't much time left until lunch. Just as he was thinking about what to eat for lunch, he suddenly discovered a freshly made donut stall on the sidewalk outside the police station door.

He had a deep obsession with donuts; actually, many Federation people were like this. As long as they saw donuts, the taste and texture of donuts could appear in their mouths.

The slightly charred texture, the fragrance exuded by the fermented dough fried to brown, and then the syrup, jam, or other sweet things, plus the granular feeling of sugar...

Taking a bite, the texture of grease and carbohydrates mixed with high sugar made people feel like they had ascended to heaven!

Thinking of this, his saliva was secreting rapidly!

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He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned, and walked out of the office; he had to have some freshly made donuts!

Along the way, police officers were greeting him, and he also tried his best to maintain his affinity.

He walked out of the police station in big strides, came to the roadside, stood in front of the stall, pointed at the donuts placed there, and said, "I want this, this, and these few..." He was picking different flavors.

Freshly made donuts were better to eat; he also had some research on how to make donuts!

He even pointed out the unprofessional technique of the stall owner when making donuts; if he weren't the Director now, he would have loved to make them himself!

Just at the moment he was waiting for the gourmet food to descend, the sound of sudden emergency braking behind him made him unable to help but look back.

A car stopped behind him, and two gunmen sat in the carriage holding guns aimed at him.

He shrank his neck sharply, wanting to escape, but the dense sound of gunfire rang out!

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the car disappeared at the end of the road as soon as it accelerated.

He lay on the ground, struggling, crawling hard toward the police station.

He no longer had the strength to shout for help; a large number of police officers ran out of the police station, only to see the Director lying in a pool of blood.

As for the gunmen?

They had long since disappeared!

The donuts in the oil pan kept rolling in the hot oil; the beige dough had begun to turn charred brown, exuding an enticing fragrance, but they would never wait for their owner!

In one morning, more than a dozen police officers were killed, including the Acting Chief of the City Police Department, the Branch Director of the Port District, and criminal investigation officers of the City Police Department.

Some people analyzed some interesting facts from this information, which was that these people were all related to John, or rather, were all related to the Mayor.

For a time, under the surface that was already not calm, the undercurrents surged even more!