Chapter 314: 315. Chapter 311: Methods and Phone Numbers

315. Chapter 311: Methods and Phone Numbers

Mr. Jobaf sat in the car. The driver asked several times before he reacted. The other party was asking him "where to go."

"Go around everywhere," he said.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the children laughing and running on the street outside the window, looking at the young men and women with smiles on their faces, looking at the old people sitting by the round table on the side of the road drinking coffee and chatting.

Time seemed to have suddenly slowed down, in a way he couldn't understand.

He inhaled the smoke, and the smoke entered the lungs along the throat. The entire lungs felt like they were soaked in warm water.

Nicotine was absorbed through the mucous membrane and sent into the blood. After seven or eight seconds, nicotine penetrated the blood-brain barrier and acted directly on the brain. The brain began to secrete hormones, making Mr. Jobaf feel a bit more relaxed.

I don't know when it started, he hadn't looked at the streets of the Imperial District properly for a long time.

In fact, this is equivalent to his second hometown. He came here when he was very young and devoted himself to his work.

He and his wife had no children, and after his wife died of illness, he didn't remarry.

He once thought about remarrying and having a child, but later gave up, because he gradually felt the unfriendliness of this city and this country towards him.

He began to struggle, work hard, and fight. He hoped to make people look up to him and respect him through some changes.

When he had a child in the future, the child wouldn't need to bear these heavy things he bore.

By the time he did this, but not all of it, he had missed the opportunity.

But fortunately, he still had relatives, and he could start a foundation...

He hadn't looked at the streets here so calmly for a long time, because the harder he was suppressed, the more he wanted to stand up and tell those people that he could do it too.

When did life change its appearance?

Starting to chase after work?

He didn't know, maybe from the time he was looked down upon, he was like that, but he didn't know it himself.

Now that his brain is empty of everything, he suddenly feels that the things he is doing seem quite boring.

Does it make sense whether others respect him or not?

He has money and is respected by people. He doesn't need to care about those people's views on him at all.

He had a thought that "he is very ridiculous."

He envied Lanse a bit. He easily did the appearance he wanted but couldn't do. Envy turned into jealousy, and even some hatred and disgust.

The cigarette in his hand couldn't be smoked anymore. He suddenly realized the situation people often talk about—

When you think you are a very smart person, the worst situation is that you meet someone smarter than you!

Now he is in such a situation. He feels that he has actually reached the limit of what an Imperial immigrant can do, but Lanse used a shorter time and less cost to do better.

His stomach was a bit uncomfortable, and he wanted to vomit. He hurriedly threw the cigarette out of the car window. "Go back."

The driver turned the direction, and the vehicle quickly merged into the traffic.

When it became one with other vehicles, no one could distinguish which car the big shot was riding in, and which car was the seat of the small character. Perhaps this is also one of the few moments when everyone is the same!

After returning to the office, the person in charge of his election team pulled him, and everyone held a meeting together.

"Joe, the current situation is very bad for us. You have to prepare for failure." He looked very pessimistic, which made Mr. Jobaf's mood a bit low.

Looking at this client who didn't want to talk, as the party providing services, he could only continue to say, "From the election strategy, our strategy is completely fine, but from the election means, we are far behind."

"You can't get the support of local gangs. Even if we hold out until the final voting day, can you guarantee how many voters will stand on our side?"

He sighed for a long time. "I don't want to say it so pessimistically, but the fact is so."

Jobaf was not valuing Lanse so much for the first time, and his degree of valuing Lanse went up another level. He asked with some envy and jealousy, "If I don't get their support, I can't become a councilor?"

"Why can they do this? I don't understand!"

The person in charge of the team sorted out his thoughts before saying, "Perhaps their influence in politics is not that big, but they can destroy our election and campaign activities."

"They can also threaten the public not to vote for us, and even make some more extreme practices."

"The bottom-level people in every district hope that life can be stable and safe. I heard that the Lanse family is doing well in this regard."

"They are not ordinary gangs; they are gangs with social influence and political influence."

"Within the rules of the election, we are not necessarily their opponents, not to mention that they are now using means outside the rules."

His words were very clear and direct. Now the Lanse family has begun to make trouble for their campaign activities. If they cannot curb their practices, all campaign plans are just a joke.

Jobaf was a bit unwilling. He paid so much price to get to where he is today.

Now he is only one step away from entering the upper-class society of New Jincheng.

Why?

Why couldn't he be considerate of himself?

Why couldn't he choose next time, or later, and have to choose now?

Mr. Jobaf was very annoyed. His fists were clenched tightly, but soon loosened.

"If... I mean if, the Mayor can say a few words for me?" He seemed to have only this way. He looked at the person in charge of the election team with a glimmer of hope.

The latter still shook his head. "Can't do it, Joe. The Mayor is not from New Jincheng, he doesn't have such great influence."

"It might even cause the opposite effect."

"The best way now is that you can persuade the Lanse family to compete with you fairly."

"Or you give up this election, or persuade them to give up this election."

"Except for these few plans, I really can't think of any other way."

Jobaf pursed his lips. "What if... we find a security company to protect our campaign activities?"

He didn't think that one day, he would also have to do such things.

He only saw it in the newspaper before. At that time, he didn't quite understand why the candidates for the presidential election participated in campaign activities, not only with local police and state police cooperation, but also with military intervention.

Their opponents in the election were not all federal people, and might even be acquaintances or friends. Why did they still do this?

Now, Mr. Jobaf has more or less realized it.

The temptation of power is too great. Even if it is a friend, even if it is one's own person, if a bullet can solve this trouble and let oneself win the final victory.

Those old men would never be stingy with five cents to send a copper bullet into the other party's body.

The person in charge of the election team considered it for a while after listening. "This is also a good way. I know a security team, I'll contact them first to see."

He made a phone call in front of Mr. Jobaf and explained the situation.

When the other party heard that the one who might come to make trouble was the Lanse family, they refused to take this job.

The reason is that their manpower is not enough to support them in taking more work, which is not the same as what they just talked about on the phone.

The person in charge didn't give up and made another phone call, but the other party still refused.

They don't want to stand on the opposite side of these gangs that can fight in the street with submachine guns. They just want to make money, not lose their lives.

"I'll go find the Mayor!"

Mr. Jobaf left these people and went directly to the Mayor's office.

He paid so much for the Mayor, and now he needs help.

If the Mayor is willing to help him, then he is still the best follower around the Mayor.

If the Mayor is unwilling to help him, then he won't... make any extreme moves, just quietly return to his correct position.

He paid so much, and the Mayor was unwilling to treat him as his own person, so whether he is his own person or not doesn't matter.

The Mayor was still working at this time. Recently, many people have come to New Jincheng to check the investment situation here.

It sounds incredible. Obviously, the order of the city has become chaotic. Why would anyone come to check the investment environment?

In fact, this is the environment that those capitalists like the most.

Like the New Jincheng in the past, the order was stable, the class was solidified, and no one could easily change any status quo.

Almost most of the industries that could make money were firmly held by locals. They had ways to force those investors to hand over everything, and then roll away in a mess.

That kind of New Jincheng was safe and calm, but it was not a good place for investment!

Large buildings have already stood there, and newcomers have no place to stand, but now it is becoming different.

Large ruins also mean the opportunity to build their own high-rise buildings!

The secretary came out of the office and said to Mr. Jobaf outside, "The Mayor is waiting for you, Mr. Jobaf."

Mr. Jobaf likes this secretary very much. Young, energetic, and very measured, his way of doing things is first-class.

Getting along with him will give a feeling of being respected and valued, and he won't feel that he is being neglected.

He nodded and smiled, and then entered the Mayor's office.

The Mayor twisted his wrist, and a clicking sound came from the joints. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Jobaf sighed slightly. "My campaign has encountered some trouble."

The Mayor pressed his hands on the edge of the table and leaned back in his chair. There was no fluctuation in his eyes. "So, what's wrong?"

Jobaf told all the troubles he encountered. Listening to his troubles, the Mayor yawned. He was a bit tired.

He didn't rest much at noon, making him a bit sleepy now. He pressed the button on the phone. "Help me send a cup of strong coffee in."

After speaking, he looked at Mr. Jobaf again. "Didn't find a bodyguard or security company?"

"Found, but they are unwilling to take this job of mine."

The Mayor was also stunned for a moment. He laughed a few times. "It seems your fellow countryman Lanse has a big reputation, at least bigger than you."

This is a fact. Mr. Jobaf had nothing to argue about, just felt a bit uncomfortable, in his heart.

This kind of discomfort and dissatisfaction is very normal. When a person has been leading in his field of expertise for a long time and is proud of it.

Suddenly one day someone used a shorter time to break his lead, and he would have dissatisfied emotions.

He didn't speak, just kept silent.

The Mayor frowned. "The situation in New Jincheng is indeed a bit chaotic now, but I believe it will get better soon."

He paused after speaking and observed Mr. Jobaf's face. "I know Lanse and the Lanse family. We have been in contact. They are indeed very arrogant."

"They bought off the police in the Imperial branch, bought off the local residents, and it is normal that no one is willing to take your work."

"Because those people are just bodyguards, security guards, they are not gang members used to fighting."

"If you want to find someone who can confront him, you have to find another gang similar to him."

Mr. Jobaf shook his head. "I don't know so many gang members. I have heard of them, but I have no contact."

"The only gang friend I know was also killed by Lanse, when he was dealing with the Kamila gang."

The secretary brought the coffee in and put it on the desk. The Mayor said thank you and picked it up to take a small sip.

It was very bitter, but it was indeed very refreshing. "Do you know the Wolf Gang?"

Mr. Jobaf shook his head. "I don't know much about these gangs, but I know something about the Five Great Families."

The Mayor didn't talk to him about the Five Great Families, but focused on the Wolf Gang. "People from the Wolf Gang have some conflicts with Lanse and them, and the friction between the two sides is escalating."

"You can seek their help."

"You still have a certain influence in the Imperial District, and you also have a foundation of the public. These are what the Wolf Gang needs."

"If you can cooperate, you can curb Lanse to a certain extent. At least in the matter of the election, they will become cautious again."

When the Mayor said this, he didn't continue. "That's it, you consider it." He paused. "You can give the secretary a number, and after you have a decision, you can call this number."

He picked up the coffee and took another sip, then looked at Mr. Jobaf. "I have to work."

Mr. Jobaf also bowed slightly and left the office, and got a number from the secretary.

On the way back, he had been hesitating about this matter. Should he follow what the Mayor said?

He is very contradictory now. This is a matter within the Imperial people. He believes that external forces should not be introduced.

But... Lanse did indeed destroy his canvassing activities, making him further and further away from his dream.

This intense contradiction and struggle made him unable to make a decision all along.

After returning home, until late at night, he didn't have any good decisions.

Early the next morning, he came to the office and talked to the person in charge of the election team about this matter. Listening to Mr. Jobaf's troubles, this person asked him a question.

"You think this is a contradiction between you, and you shouldn't let the problem escalate."

"But, Joe, did Lanse and them communicate with you in a friendly way?"

"It was them who let the contradiction escalate first, not you!"

"You are no longer friends, why do you still consider these things that only friends would consider?"

"If you really want to treat him as a friend, then you might as well give up the election!"

"Sometimes I think Lanse and William are suitable politicians. They use any means to win, but you can't!"

His words made Mr. Jobaf fall into deep thought. His heart was full of contradictions.

On the one hand, he didn't want to completely tear his face with Lanse, and on the other hand, for the sake of his pursuit of victory, he could abandon everything.

Perhaps, it is time to make a decision!

The person in charge didn't continue to persuade, but left quietly. What Mr. Jobaf needs now is quiet.

Just when he was thinking about whether to make a complete break with the past, the Mayor and the secretary were also talking about this matter.

"Do you think Jobaf will call the professor and them?" The Mayor asked the secretary while writing documents. He seemed to be giving the secretary a "test."

The secretary considered it for a while and gave a positive answer. "He definitely will."

The Mayor had some interest. "Why so sure?"

"I heard that the relationship between Lanse and Jobaf has always been very good, until he wanted to run for the Imperial District Municipal Councilor, and they became unhappy."

"But these contradictions are not absolutely irreconcilable. How can you be sure that he will definitely call?"

The secretary had a smile on his face. "Because he has no way out."

"The former him, even if he retreated, was still the respected Mr. Jobaf."

"But now people obviously respect Lanse more, not him."

"He has no money, no prestige, no status. He has lost everything. Except for becoming a municipal councilor, he has no second way out!"

The Mayor was very satisfied with the secretary's answer. He smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Your analysis is very thorough. Yes, except for continuing to run forward, he has no way out at all."

"The longer he hesitates, the firmer the result!"

The Mayor also had no doubts about this. This is like those scams. Sometimes when the scam is halfway through, some people have already understood that it is a scam.

But the sunk cost is too high, so high that even if they know it is a scam, they will definitely be cheated again to beg to get back what they lost!

Just like Jobaf at this time, he doesn't let go, everything still has a chance, and he can still get back everything he wants.

But as long as he lets go, everything is completely gone!

Some people can't see through this point. This is also the reason why many scammers cheat from a few dozen dollars, a few hundred dollars, to thousands, tens of thousands, and even hundreds of thousands.

Human nature has been thoroughly understood by them!

The Mayor felt the breeze outside the window, and a hint of comfort appeared on his face. "Wade will be transferred soon."

"Our enemies have not many left!"