Chapter 313: 314. Chapter 310: Complete Victory

314. Chapter 310: Complete Victory

Life will have many firsts.

First time walking, first time running, first time talking, first time eating by yourself, first time going to school, first time...

"First time" will accompany people's growth until the end, and it won't disappear just because you are old.

When it should be there, it is still there, including the first time of death.

Some firsts are meaningful, for example, the first time... wiping your butt.

You have to overcome your fear to complete this very terrible thing, so that you don't dirty your pants.

There is also the first time entering another stage, just like Lanse and Patricia.

This was the girl's first time truly experiencing the feeling of being pierced. To be honest, it wasn't very good, but fortunately, Lanse was very gentle and ended it early, not making her feel uncomfortable or tortured.

Actually, there must be a process from unaccustomed to accustomed, and it can't be solved in one time. This is just the beginning.

Lanse didn't leave at night. He and Patricia talked a lot, chatting about some interesting or uninteresting things.

When people who like each other are together, even boring things will become interesting.

After the Lawrence couple came back at night, they found Lanse's coat. Although the two had accepted this result long ago, when it really happened, they were still a bit at a loss for words.

Many people treat raising children as raising small animals, but children are not small animals after all.

You won't care if the small animals you raise have promiscuous sex with those stray cats and dogs, but you will care about your own children, whether they did something stupid.

All night, except for Lanse and Patricia, the couple tossed and turned and didn't sleep very soundly. This actually also means that if there are no major accidents, they will be bound together with Lanse and his people.

At seven o'clock in the morning, William and Emily got up, unable to sleep, perhaps because they were old.

The two were preparing breakfast in the restaurant. William stood in the kitchen, dazed. "Why do I have to be here too?"

He looked at Emily and asked, "I thought I should be in bed or on the toilet. You know scientists say morning is the time when a person's memory is best!"

Emily put the cut materials into the salad bowl and handed it to him. "You'd better mix these things well before they get up!"

She ignored William's words and started frying beef cubes. Federal people believe that eating meat for breakfast will make you have energy all day.

Large beef cubes became tempting during the fragrant frying process. She also fried bacon and eggs.

The multi-burner kitchen stove is good for this point. As long as the person using it is flexible enough, they can do many things at the same time.

At 7:20, all the food was placed on the dining table. Emily washed her hands and walked towards the upstairs. William seemed to want to call her, but opened his mouth and finally closed it.

He actually felt... he could wait until he left before going to wake up the two young people, otherwise it would be a bit awkward.

Emily knocked on the door at the entrance. "It's already dawn, Lanse, and Patricia."

"Okay, Mom, I know!" Patricia rubbed her eyes. She was still a bit confused just now.

Lanse, what Lanse?

Then she suddenly remembered that she just wanted to whisper to Lanse last night, and then inexplicably...

A bit shy, but also had a taste that couldn't be said. She looked at Lanse curled up in the corner of the wall and couldn't help laughing out loud.

She didn't expect Lanse to look like this when sleeping!

You know this is a gang Boss, that kind of big shot!

But look at him, he is like an ordinary big boy now, sticking to the corner of the wall, as if only in this way can he have some sense of security!

He woke up quickly. He greeted Patricia, and Patricia tried hard to hold back her shyness. "They have already made breakfast and are waiting for us in the restaurant."

Lanse rubbed his eyes and sat up. "I almost forgot about this!"

He said and came to the outside of the bathroom with Patricia to wash up, using a new toothbrush, which was originally replaced by Patricia herself.

After ten minutes or so, the two came to the restaurant together. Lanse was not restrained, and one couldn't feel from him that he had done anything last night.

He also greeted William very enthusiastically.

Perhaps it was because he behaved very normally, making William feel not too much awkwardness.

The four sat at the dining table.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Emily asked jokingly. She actually quite liked Lanse.

Lanse didn't have the rudeness of ordinary gang members. He seemed like a gentleman, very cultivated, and very capable.

If he could be born in an excellent family, maybe he would have greater achievements, but no matter what, she didn't hate this guy.

Not to mention he also looks very good, and will be very matching when he is with Patricia.

Lanse rubbed his neck. "The bed was too soft. Fortunately, there was a wall on my side, otherwise I doubt if I would have fallen off!"

Emily couldn't help laughing. "Are you not used to sleeping on a soft bed?"

Lanse shook his head. "No, I like harder ones."

Emily looked at William. "Dear, it seems we have to add a bed purchase plan to the to-do list."

William nodded. "When I have time, I will go to choose together."

This actually represents acceptance. Actually, William still wanted to ask some more sensitive questions, but now is not a good time to speak.

A breakfast was eaten very satisfactorily. Actually, breakfast cannot be described as satisfactory, but everyone will have such thoughts.

Lanse let someone send Patricia to work, while William followed him in the car. There is still a lot of work to do today.

As for Emily?

She will do some beauty treatments in the morning, deal with a bite outside at noon, socialize with some ladies in the community in the afternoon, and then prepare dinner...

Sitting in Lanse's car, William finally had the opportunity to ask the question in his heart. "Do you plan to marry Patricia?"

Lanse looked back at him. "Why would you ask that?"

"I mean, why would you think I wouldn't marry her?"

William shrugged, spreading his hands, and didn't know what to say. "I don't know..."

Lanse lit a cigarette and also gave William one. He almost didn't smoke when he was at William's house.

"Patricia is a very good girl, I like her very much, and you are also a good family. You don't need to worry about these, William."

"I'm not playing with her, we will get married, and then have children."

"Maybe there will be a little bit of purpose in this!"

William continued, "You want to use our family to become a real local."

Lanse nodded. "That's it."

Actually, Lanse's identity cannot withstand investigation. If he is really a local, why would Imperial immigrants and illegal immigrants work for him?

If he is an Imperial person, how did he get the local identity?

These things cannot withstand investigation, but it can also be very "tough."

Before there is evidence to prove that he is not a federal person, he can fully enjoy the treatment of a local in the judiciary.

And by marrying Patricia, he can better integrate into the local area. People won't care if he is really a local, because his child with Patricia, the one who will inherit everything from him, is a local!

"If you need to tell a lie, I hope it's a super lie, and she is the last one to know the truth!"

Lanse smiled and said, "No one is lying, at least I am not."

After he arrived at the office, he quickly found a group of people and let them obey William's command, including Bodun, who had to listen to William today.

Because starting today, it is the free clinic day.

This is Mr. Jobaf's election strategy. For poor people, anxiety about the body and health is always the first big problem placed.

They will be troubled by their physical condition, but because they cannot pay expensive medical expenses, they are not sure if they are sick.

In such a situation, some people will have panic psychology, and it will intensify.

There are no well-known hospitals in the Imperial District, only two small hospitals with no reputation, and more are personal clinics.

But even personal clinics have high prices.

Mr. Jobaf's election team's strategic policy is indeed very meaningful. By regularly giving free clinics to the public, they can get the support of this part of people. This is a very clever method.

It was only nine o'clock, and the park was already crowded with people. This time Mr. Jobaf also made a great effort, finding seven or eight doctors to come over, and also letting people help maintain order.

These doctors spent a total of five thousand dollars. They are not well-known doctors, nor are they attending physicians in the department, just ordinary doctors who have just become regular.

Because it does not involve treatment and surgery, the cost is not too high, and Mr. Jobaf used some rhetoric to make them feel that this is a meaningful thing.

The people at the scene were indeed very welcoming to them, and Mr. Jobaf would also give things with his election leaflets to the people in line.

If there are no accidents, this should be a successful free clinic activity.

But whether it is William or Lanse, it is impossible for them to let it succeed!

"Why isn't it good yet?"

"I have been in line for more than half an hour, when will it be my turn?"

"Damn, do you need so long to see a patient?"

The people waiting in line to prostitute free clinics started to make trouble first, and the team also had some chaos. Those people waiting in line further back also became increasingly dissatisfied.

The people responsible for maintaining the order at the scene hurriedly went to solve these troubles, but I don't know if their tone was not very good, and soon they had an argument with those people, and then it escalated into pushing and shoving.

This is not a civilized area, nor is it an era that can rationally treat everything. When pushing and shoving appears, it means that there is a high probability that physical conflict will escalate.

Not to mention... these people are still people arranged by Lanse!

Soon they started fighting, the scene was a mess, and some doctors went to pull the fight and were also punched a few times.

The tables at the scene and some medical equipment were all messed up, and the police car soon arrived here.

They not only took away those who made trouble, but also took away the organizers.

In the words of the police, if you don't hit him, why doesn't he hit others but hit you?

In short, take them all back!

The free clinic, which was originally a good thing, was inexplicably interrupted.

Those doctors were worried about being attacked here, and they all urged to leave. The free clinic activity, which was originally planned to be carried out all day, ended in less than two hours.

The ground was full of Mr. Jobaf's election propaganda posters, all footprints!

The news was soon reported to Mr. Jobaf, and his brows were tightly wrinkled after listening.

"What's wrong?" asked the person in charge of the election team.

He said truthfully, "The free clinic was destroyed. It is said that our staff at the scene and the people in line started fighting, and then they were all taken to the police station."

"The hospital side said that many instruments were damaged, let us compensate according to the price..."

The person in charge of the team immediately said, "This may be William or Russ's measures!"

Mr. Jobaf frowned. The phone call was made by the hospital. The damaged instruments were actually not very expensive, a few thousand dollars.

But the other party reminded him that if he cannot ensure the safety of doctors and instruments next time, it is best not to find them.

Hospitals and doctors have never lacked patients. If they didn't want to continue to expand the influence of the hospital, they wouldn't necessarily come to the Imperial District to do this kind of activity, although it is paid.

Mr. Jobaf put down the phone. "If this is what they did, I am worried that they may not only target this one of ours."

The person in charge of the election team also didn't look very good. In fact, these plans of his are indeed very good and very targeted.

But unfortunately... it was destroyed.

This kind of destruction has nothing to do with his ability, but it will mistakenly make people think that his ability is not good.

"Joe, if the other party always uses such tricks, I am afraid we don't have any good way." His tone was a bit low.

"If they also use regular methods to compete with us, I guarantee our strategy is the best."

"But they don't follow the rules, which makes our strategy face some problems. We need to re-formulate the strategy."

Re-formulating the strategy means that the previous ones were all in vain, including money, which was also spent in vain.

This made Jobaf, whose funds were already a bit inconvenient, look very dissatisfied, but for a while, there was no other good way, so he could only nod and agree to him.

But not long after, the bank side called again, and they also made trouble in the bank.

By the time he rushed to the bank, there were already many people surrounding it.

Some people were arguing with the manager responsible for approving loans. When Mr. Jobaf arrived, he already knew what had happened. He pushed aside the crowd and walked in.

Those touched by him all took off their hats and greeted him one after another. After all, he is one of the prides of the Imperial people and a banker, which can naturally make people value him.

"Gentlemen, if you have any questions, you can go to my office to talk." Mr. Jobaf issued an invitation.

He didn't want to make things too bad, but it was clear that these people didn't follow his plan.

One of them shouted loudly, "If you can't afford such things, don't publicize them everywhere. It has been half a day now, and there is not a single one that meets your loan plan."

"Mr. Jobaf, you are the pride of the Imperial people, but is the pride of the Imperial people deceiving the Imperial people like this?"

Mr. Jobaf looked back at the manager and squeezed out a little smile. "We can sit down and talk."

That person's attitude was very firm. "I won't. Today I want to talk on the street. You tell me what is wrong with my business plan, why do you refuse me!"

Mr. Jobaf looked at the people watching the fun around him. He knew that the best way now was to solve the problem in front of everyone.

He asked people to take the plans of these few people and looked at them quickly.

A very mediocre business plan. To say it is very excellent, there is nothing that makes people's eyes shine.

But to say there are any shortcomings, it is obviously non-existent. It belongs to the kind that can be given to him, or not given to him.

Now the bank's funds are not very much, so Mr. Jobaf's meaning is that this kind of non-representative one will not be given a loan.

That person held his plan and read it out loudly. The surrounding onlookers had not received any high-level education. They could only analyze this plan with their limited ability.

This plan itself is very mediocre, but the wording is a bit powerful, making the people around nod one after another, thinking that this is a good plan.

This made Mr. Jobaf feel a headache.

He hesitated for a while, and finally chose to solve these problems first. He had already seen reporters coming.

He looked at the person. "I also looked at your business plan seriously. It looks very ordinary, but your ability is very good, I am willing to give you a chance..."

He had already made a compromise, but that person suddenly disagreed again!

"Did you see that we have attracted people's attention now, so you had to, against your will, pass it for me?"

"Mr. Jobaf, we treat you as the pride of the Imperial people, but you seem to just treat us as fools and fool us!"

"Before I came, many people entered your bank with dreams, but when they came out, their dreams were smashed to pieces!"

"You can't afford such an activity, you can completely not do it, but you shouldn't lie to people!"

These resounding shouts made some people around suddenly support and shout, and gave him support.

This person tore up the plan in his hand in front of everyone and threw it away. "Even if I go to beg for food, I will never enter your bank again."

"I respected you before, Mr. Jobaf, but now you are the same as those federal capitalists, using our kindness. You make me feel disgusted!"

Before Mr. Jobaf could say anything, he turned and left.

What's more terrible is that several other people also tore up the documents in their hands, spat a mouthful of phlegm, and followed him away.

Some people who were queuing up to submit their plans looked at the documents in their hands, recalling the one they read just now, which was not even as good as theirs!

Doesn't this mean that theirs is definitely not good?

When the first person suddenly stopped queuing and left with their dreams, soon others also recognized the reality and left the queuing team.

Mr. Jobaf wanted to stop them but couldn't. He watched with a livid face as those people looked at him with dissatisfaction, mockery, and even disgust, and then left.

He knew that his reputation in the Imperial District, the prestige he had cultivated for so many years, was rapidly dissolving and collapsing!