Chapter 31

Hearing the fecal suction truck, Alberto became interested, "Do you intend to fill his restaurant with shit?"

"This is indeed a good idea; who the hell would be willing to eat in a septic tank?"

Lans denied this possibility, "Although I am not very willing to disappoint you, if we fill the restaurant with shit, we will break the law."

"Fines, cleaning up those filth, and maybe even having to apologize in the newspaper; these costs might be more than the money he owes you."

Alberto thought about it and recognized Lans's view; he wanted money and relief, not to compensate and apologize himself.

"Then what do you plan to do?"

Lans didn't say it directly, "If you have nothing to do around five-thirty, you can come here; I believe he will beg for mercy soon."

"Okay, I'll come early, give me a surprise, Lans!"

"You make this call, he will get you a fecal suction truck full of shit."

Seeing that Alberto was about to hang up the phone, Lans asked quickly, "Are you interested in the shares of the restaurant?"

Alberto was stunned, "Although this restaurant is very profitable, I know nothing about running a restaurant, and I am not very interested."

He is not interested, so Lans didn't say much; in fact, this restaurant still has great value.

After hanging up the phone, Lans found a sanitation service company that contracted an area according to the number Alberto gave him.

One of their jobs is to suck the feces and urine in public toilets into the fecal suction truck and then transport them to a special place for treatment.

This kind of work is okay when the weather is cold, but doing this in summer really makes people collapse!

Even if you don't personally touch the suction pipe of the fecal suction truck, just sitting in the cab, after running a trip, you will be covered in fecal odor.

So most of the time, fecal suction trucks work in the middle of the night.

Lans communicated simply and then went to the place where the fecal suction truck was parked; the driver was standing under the shade of a tree.

Seeing Lans coming, he didn't intend to shake hands, "You definitely won't want to shake hands with me; scientists say that our kind of work is full of E. coli all over."

He first mocked himself, then asked, "So this... sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Lans looked at the fecal suction truck, "There is a job tonight that needs your cooperation; all losses are counted on the company; you should trust Mr. Koti."

The driver didn't deny it, "Mr. Koti is of course trustworthy, but what do you need me to do?"

Lans walked two steps closer and whispered what he needed to do tonight...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Alberto, who couldn't sit still, shouted loudly, "Has that bastard Fudis come back?"

"Call and urge him; I need him to go out with me!"

After another ten minutes, Fudis ran back with sweat on his head, "This damn weather, it's getting hotter and hotter; what do you need me to do, boss?"

Alberto put on his clothes, a very thin casual outfit, which is also the strangest point of Federation people.

They seem to have no concept of seasons in dressing; it is possible that they still wear formal clothes in the summer, but it is also possible that someone will wear shorts in the snowy winter.

Of course, for the sake of decency or trend, seasons and the like are not in their eyes at all.

Fudis frowned, "Do you want to bring a gun?"

"Gun?", Alberto stared at him with wide eyes, "Of course I have to bring it; we are not going to the Presidential Palace, why not bring it?"

"You drive, Lans said that there will be a good show for me to watch in a while; I'm already a bit impatient!"

Fudis drove Alberto to the coffee shop Lans told him; as soon as he entered, he saw Lans sitting by the window, reading a magazine.

Seeing Alberto coming in, Lans stood up to welcome him.

He called for two glasses of iced fresh orange juice and sat beside Lans, "So... what do you plan to let me watch?"

Lans glanced at his watch, "Mr. Anderson's restaurant officially opens at five-thirty, but there won't be many people at first, so I arranged the show at five-forty-five."

"Near six o'clock, some enterprises around have already finished work, and those people have also started to find places to eat, so this time point is just right; we still have to wait a while."

Alberto shrugged, "You are the director; you have the final say."

Lans asked another question at this time, "Mr. Koti, I noticed that there are relevant clauses about usury in the Federation law."

After Alberto finished listening, he nodded slightly, "So?"

"So strictly speaking, Mr. Alberto, your business is illegal."

Alberto didn't deny it, "Yes, so even if we signed a contract with Anderson, he could tear up the contract and not pay us any principal or interest, and we have no good way except to find him some trouble."

Although the Federation government's control over usury has been legislated during this period, it has not been fully valued.

The current tax rate is high, and the consumption level is constantly rising; the money in people's hands is not enough.

This is also why even banks have started to take the initiative to provide various credit loans to ordinary people, because there is indeed no money in people's hands.

It looks like the economy is developing rapidly, but if you trace its root, to a large extent, this rapid development is built on advance consumption.

Once consumption starts to downgrade, the entire Federation's economy will be hit hard.

So even if the Federation government knows the harm of usury to society, in order to let the people have money to consume and not cause trouble for the government, their control over usury is not so strong.

As long as no lives are lost, or there are no vicious events with wider dissemination, they will not actively interfere.

On every street, there are almost several financial companies; if the Federation government really manages it strictly, there couldn't be so many.

But if you really meet someone who is willing to sue you, for example, Mr. Anderson, Alberto has no good way.

Some things are like this; you do it, no one cares about you, but you put it on the desktop, put it under the spotlight, and you can't not care.

This is related to the positive image of the Federation and judicial justice, which is the main theme of the Federation's external propaganda.

Lans didn't continue to say anything, just kept this matter in his heart, because he found that there was profit to be made in it.

But now is not the time to say this; he still needs some "capital".

In the chat, Alberto talked about the new season of the baseball league starting in October; he and Fudis discussed it very fiercely.

As one of the sports promoted by the Federation government, it can be said that many people grew up under baseball.

On this point, the Federation government can be said to be at least not bad; compared to promoting dancing or reading, it has always been promoting the popularity of high-confrontation sports.

Some people say that this is a conspiracy to make people have stronger pressure-bearing capacity when facing the exploitation and oppression of capital after they become adults.

But some people also say that this will make people have the determination to win and can also cultivate self-confidence.

But it cannot be denied that baseball is one of the hottest sports at present.

The two started from the hitter of this sailing team, talked about the wife of the main pitcher cheating and being caught; there is nothing they don't talk about.

Time slipped away from people like this; unconsciously, it was five-forty.

Lans interrupted their speculation about the champion and the plan of how to buy lottery tickets, "Our performance is about to begin, Mr. Koti; perhaps you would hope to see it happen at the first time."

Alberto glanced at his watch and ended the discussion with Fudis; he picked up the little iced fresh orange juice and drank it in one gulp, and asked for another glass.

"So, can you tell me what will happen now?"

The restaurant across the street had already turned on the neon lights; the restaurant's name and Mr. Anderson's neon portrait had already started to flash.

The frying pan in his hand was made into that kind of active light strip that can go up and down, looking like it was cooking.

The sky in summer didn't get dark so quickly; the sky was still bright at five-thirty, but it was slightly dark, not so obvious.

At this time, a fecal suction truck slowly drove from a distance; Alberto saw it at a glance.

Lans didn't hide it anymore, "I intend to create a traffic accident; a car will hit the fecal suction truck, and then it will be knocked over, and then the feces will cover the entire road in front of the restaurant."

"The reporter is also ready, life section, tomorrow's front page."

"The driver is one of our own; this kind of traffic accident does not belong to criminal behavior; no one will be arrested and detained."

"I asked the driver; even if it is knocked over, they have insurance from the insurance company; even if the insurance company refuses to insure, the repair cost is at most fifty dollars."

Alberto and Fudis looked at Lans in disbelief, feeling for the first time that this person is really terrible, but also started to be full of expectations!

At five-forty, the fecal suction truck came slowly to the intersection outside the restaurant; the next second, a truck suddenly rushed out from another corner, keeping a certain speed, and hit the fecal suction truck from the side.

The fecal suction truck, whose center of gravity was originally on it, immediately tilted; the seven-tenths full fecal soup in the fecal tank sprayed out directly from the mouth of the fecal tank that was not completely covered the moment the fecal tank fell to the ground; let alone the ground in front of the restaurant, even the glass, inside the door, were all sprinkled with fecal blocks and fecal soup of various colors.

With the scream of a lady, the whole street became lively!

Except for the scream of this lady, Alberto seemed to hear Mr. Anderson's "Fuck"!