Chapter 312: 313. Chapter 309: Superficial

313. Chapter 309: Superficial

It was already the next afternoon when Lanse woke up. All the wine had been sent to the farm in the suburbs for storage.

The situation in the city is a bit complicated now. The Hazardous Materials Bureau is biting people everywhere like wild dogs, and their reporting system is indeed very attractive.

Although Lanse or others have let people see the end of traitors, in the face of high rewards, there will always be people willing to take risks.

Until July, three of Lanse's bars had been discovered and sealed by them, but the loss was not very large.

The bail for the personnel became the biggest output, not the loss of wine.

After eating some food they bought back, Lanse lit a cigarette with satisfaction.

People who don't smoke will never be able to experience the happiness of finding a comfortable place to sit after being full, and then lighting one up.

The newspapers on the table were stacked together. Lanse picked up one, "International News Report," and he curled his lips.

This newspaper can already be said to be "notorious" internationally, because the various international news fabricated made many countries mentioned feel very dissatisfied.

What's more excessive is that they always compile some vulgar jokes about other national leaders, such as a certain Prime Minister might be impotent, a certain royal family member is a slut, etc.

Some fabricated news figures have publicly stated more than once that the existence of such media that distorts the truth is a regression and shame of the overall federal civilization!

But "International News Report" doesn't care about these. They don't care whether they have caused the federal civilization to regress; they only care about sales.

And readers love to read it!

They just like to read stories about the Empress and the Prince, just like to read stories about the Prime Minister and his son's wife.

The front-page headline of the newspaper is about the upcoming negotiations between the four countries. This time they used a very serious tone and relatively real vocabulary to describe this multilateral talk.

The editor who wrote this report believes that this may be the last hurdle for peace to descend again, or to ignite the flames of war.

If the four countries can talk it out and put down the armed confrontation, then peace will continue.

If they refuse to talk, then war will soon descend.

It introduced the reasons for the constant friction and escalation of military conflicts between the four countries, geographical issues, resource issues, political and cultural issues, and even racial issues.

It also talked about the future trend of the Federation if a war really breaks out.

A very rare piece of news that doesn't talk nonsense. Lanse was still very satisfied reading it. This kind of article that can make people think is one of the favorites of men.

There is another kind, like "Tide Report," which is full of girls without clothes and call-girl phone numbers.

In this newspaper, it also mentioned that the Imperial Emperor was beaten and fled in a mess by the insurgent army again. It seems that annihilating the remaining forces of the Imperial Emperor is something that all insurgent armies can do at any time.

Lanse threw the newspaper aside and went to look at other newspapers. Coincidentally, at this time, Ma Duoer came in from outside.

He will serve as Lanse's bodyguard during this period until the situation stabilizes.

"Have you eaten?" Lanse pointed to the food on the table, boiled beef and bread, as well as ham slices and bacon. "I can't eat so much."

Ma Duoer shook his head. "I have already eaten. Actually, people are not very suitable to eat too full; once full, they will get sleepy."

Lanse nodded slightly. "You are very right... Since you have eaten, then I still need to eat a little."

Ma Duoer indicated that he didn't need to care about him. As he spoke, he walked to Lanse's side and stood, but his eyes inadvertently saw the newspaper on the table. "They are all talking dog shit."

Lanse turned his head and glanced at him. "Who is talking dog shit?"

He pointed to the newspaper. "These reporters and editors are all talking dog shit."

"Talk about it?" Lanse had a little interest.

Ma Duoer didn't know where to start for a while. After waiting for about ten seconds, he said somewhat unhappily, "The situation in the country has begun to become clear now. Three insurgent armies have been eliminated, and the Emperor has begun to consider going north to recover all areas."

"But in their description, it seems like the Emperor is about to fail. This is all fake!"

Lanse, while eating bread, sighed, "A while ago he was almost surrounded and killed by the sea, but now he has taken back most of the country. Although I don't like him either, I have to say, he is indeed a qualified emperor."

Ma Duoer is not very interested in the Emperor either. He, and most imperial people, believe that the problems of the Empire now are caused by the Emperor and the royal family.

But he also couldn't really turn a blind eye. Everyone knows how difficult this is, and that absurd tyrant did it.

"Your former... insurgent army, are they still fighting?"

Ma Duoer nodded. "Yes, they are still fighting, but the situation now might not be very good."

"Lack of funds, lack of weapons, lack of ammunition, lack of recognition."

"They had already gotten the key and inserted it into the lock, and opened the door lock, only missing the final push to enter, but it turned out like this. Sometimes I really don't understand whether the Emperor is too smart, or they are too stupid!"

The Emperor's power is getting stronger and stronger, and the royal family has the capital to return to the negotiating table.

Having lost the support of the nobles, these insurgent armies could not possibly pose any threat to the royal family again.

So the civil strife in the Empire is not a conflict between the insurgent army and the royal family in the actual sense, but a conflict between the nobles and the royal family, expressed through another method.

Ma Duoer was very angry when he talked about this. Lanse thought about it and commented, "It's those insurgent army leaders who are too greedy."

"They want more than just overthrowing the Emperor's rule!" Looking at Ma Duoer's somewhat dazed eyes, Lanse didn't mind speaking more deeply. "They want to be the emperor themselves!"

They ignored that they were actually puppets of the nobles, only thinking that if they could overthrow the Emperor, they could become the next emperor.

In a country under feudal rule, without the support of the great nobles, the first step of the insurgent army could not possibly succeed.

They have no money, no people, no weapons and equipment, why do they revolt?

This world has actually always been like this, power has always been turning around in the hands of some people.

The Emperor's son is still the Emperor, just like the President's son is either a Senator or a President.

Everything, from the very beginning, has already been destined!

Ma Duoer didn't quite understand, or rather, couldn't accept it. "So, from the very beginning, we couldn't possibly succeed?"

Lanse thought about it and said, "If those people in the country are always waiting for others to save their lives, then they are destined to fail."

"There is no savior in this world, only people who cannot bear it and finally stand up to resist."

Lanse stuffed the last small piece of bread into his mouth and clapped his hands. "But these are too far away from us. Now what we need to do is to make our lives at least look not so bad!"

There is nothing too big at the office. After the Wolf Gang's bar was strafed once, it entered the renovation state again, and there was no movement for the time being.

Near dusk, William made a call. "You bought financial products from Bal Investment Bank?"

This question was asked a bit abruptly, but Lanse immediately realized where the problem was. "No, was it Barbara who said that?"

"Yes, Barbara said you also bought a lot of products, so they are borrowing money, planning to invest it all at once."

"Lanse, do you really think this is a good investment project?"

"Last time you also said its return was a bit abnormal."

It can be seen that William is also tempted. After all, a fifteen percent rebate every month, if you count the introducer's fee, you can get the money back in half a year, and then it's pure profit.

Two years, four hundred percent profit, is enough to make many people crazy.

Lanse hurriedly stopped him. "It is indeed abnormal, and I didn't invest a penny."

"William, use your brain and think about it. If these businesses are true, do you think those big capitals would pretend not to see them?"

"Whatever makes money, capital will flow into that place."

"I heard a very correct sentence before: if hard work can lead to success and wealth, then the threshold for hard work would be so high that ordinary people couldn't touch it!"

"Capital is always many times faster and many steps ahead of ordinary people. If they could really stably provide such high rebates, then you, me, and others would not possibly know about this thing at all; its so-called share would have been eaten up."

"Think about it carefully, why is Balz Investment Bank's reputation very big, but those wealthy people in the Bay Area don't go to buy it?"

"Is it because they really have too much money?"

"Or is it that they actually understood what this is long ago?"

William is not a dull or stupid person. Lanse's few words gave him a creepy feeling. "You mean to say... the Bay Area also participated."

The participation he said definitely doesn't mean investing, but participating behind the scenes.

Lanse didn't speak. "You can talk to them, but if they insist on investing, then let them be."

He said so, but William definitely wouldn't let them do that. "I will persuade them."

He hung up the phone quickly.

Subsequently, Lanse received several more calls, including one from Roger.

He was also asking Lanse about Balz Investment Bank.

"I heard from my son that they can give us a very large rebate...", Roger has never been as wealthy as he is now in his life.

He, and some other people, have also gradually tasted the beauty brought by "investment." They are now a bit impatient to find new projects.

Lanse hasn't had time recently, so they can only come by themselves. Balz Investment Bank seems to be prepared for them.

However, this old man Roger doesn't have much courage. He thinks it's best to ask Lanse about this kind of thing. After all, Lanse is a "big shot."

And fortunately, he asked.

"That is a scam, Roger. You can tell the others in the Chamber of Commerce, don't touch anything related to Balz Investment Bank, anything!"

"If you can't persuade them, you don't have to do it to the extent that you must make them listen. I can only say this is a bottomless hole; no matter how much money you have, it's not enough for you to lose..."

Balz Investment Bank's final madness made their reputation spread faster, and the scope and social level affected were also wider.

In the evening, William invited Lanse to have dinner together. He didn't refuse.

As in most cases, Emily was cooking food for the evening in the kitchen, and William was sitting on the sofa.

"Patricia went to play ball and might come back a bit late," William explained. There is a tennis court in the community, and they were playing tennis at the community tennis court.

This is the daily life of the federal middle class. For the bottom-level people, they have to spend money to rent a tennis court, but in the middle-class community, there are free ones, and they are indoor ones.

There are also basketball courts and swimming pools provided to residents for free. It is said to be free, but it is actually all in the bill, but no one cares.

Lanse smiled and sat on the sofa with William.

"These days, Jobaf has been preparing to engage in free clinics and small-amount loans. I want to get some people from you, Imperial people."

If many non-Imperial immigrants make trouble in the election of the Imperial District Municipal Councilor, it will easily cause the opposite effect.

So he can only entrust this matter to Lanse to do, and Lanse naturally won't refuse. The higher William goes, the more he gets as an actual beneficiary. He agreed immediately.

"What is your plan?" he asked.

William touched his stubble. "A very simple plan. For the free clinic activity, just arrange some people to clamor."

"You know, I'm not belittling ordinary people, it's just that they really don't have much brain."

"Inciting emotions can make all his plans fall through."

"As for the small-amount loan matter...", he showed some smiles. "This is what I hope you help me do the most: mobilize some people to apply for loans."

"If it succeeds, the money in his bank will be a little less."

"If it fails, it can also be publicized that he is just putting on a show and didn't really want to lend money to people. No matter what, the one who is unlucky in the end is him."

Lanse didn't refuse; they are all very simple things.

Before dinner, Patricia came back from outside, panting slightly. Her face was full of healthy red after exercise. When she saw Lanse, she seemed very surprised, but considering she was covered in sweat, she simply hugged Lanse and went back to take a bath.

After a while, she changed into a set of home clothes and returned to the living room, only then asking about the reason for Lanse's visit.

At the dining table, everyone was talking about very relaxed topics. As they talked, William talked about Barbara and her family.

"They have already mortgaged all their houses, just to buy the financial products of the place where Barbara works."

"I remember you said last time that these are all scams, right?"

William was also tempted before, but was persuaded by Lanse. He believed in Lanse and finally overcame his greed.

Before Lanse could answer, Emily interrupted and said, "Balz Investment Bank?"

"There are also many families here who bought their financial products. The return rate is amazing."

"Recently, they have held many lively activities, all of which are people who have benefited from them." She said while using a spoon to send the cream soup in the bowl into her mouth, talking about things happening in the community.

William frowned. "Many?"

Emily mentioned the names of several ladies who had a good relationship with her. "They also wanted to pull me to invest, they were willing to split the commission with me, but I didn't agree."

"There are too many people playing this, and there are many who bought it but are unwilling to say it. This is normal."

She looked at Lanse. "I remember you said last time that they are liars, but can liars maintain it for so long?"

Lanse nodded. "We talked about it, using principal to pay rebates. Even if you are given a rebate of twenty percent, the money you give them is enough for them to last half a year."

"During these six months, as long as others participate, they have a steady stream of funds used to pay rebates, until they think the capital pool is big enough."

"This time they limited the deadline to the 25th of this month, which is actually a sign that they are preparing to roll up the money and abscond."

"Maybe some of them have already left one step ahead."

The Lawrence couple both felt it was incredible, while Patricia looked at Lanse with admiration. In her eyes, Lanse is a very powerful person.

Whether it's illegal business or legal business, he can play it very well.

The income of twenty thousand dollars a month at the office is already the ceiling of the industry, not to mention he has other industries.

Legal, and illegal.

And at this time, what Lanse cares about is if so many people bought Balz Investment Bank's products, and they suddenly ran away, and the money is gone, what will these investors do?

Parades, demonstrations, outside the City Hall.

He seems to have been able to feel the arrival of that day. Is this one of their counterattacks by borrowing strength?

After dinner, Lanse and Patricia went to her room. The girl's room is always clean and tidy and has a fragrance.

The girl leaned in Lanse's arms and talked about things she thought were interesting. As she talked, Lanse kissed her.

Her face has always been red, her earlobes are also red, and her neck is also red.

At first, she was a bit unaccustomed, but soon she began to respond fiercely.

The Lawrence couple had already left here. They went to talk to Barbara's parents again. Although William sometimes doesn't like Barbara's father, they are brothers after all.

He couldn't sit idly by and watch his brother go bankrupt, so he would persuade him if he could.

At this time, there were only Lanse and Patricia in the house. This time they didn't need to be afraid of others disturbing them.

Regarding the matter of kissing, the girl already had some experience, but for other things, she was a bit inflexible, and Lanse had to teach her little by little.

This is actually not an easy thing. You have to take care of your own feelings and each other's feelings, so Lanse came very slowly, very carefully, and very gently.

After experiencing the arduous and bitter decisive battle, Lanse finally got his wish.

Patricia hugged Lanse's waist. "Do you like me?"

Lanse nodded. "Like."

"Then what do you like about me?"

"Good-looking!"