Chapter 33

Early the next morning, Lans saw "Today's New Jincheng"; Alberto bought fifty copies, ensuring that everyone in the company could see it, and Lans also had one.

On the front page of the life section, there was a photo occupying one-fifth of the page; outside a restaurant, a shit truck fell on the roadside, feces rushed onto the sidewalk, and one could even see that the glass curtain wall of the restaurant facing the sidewalk was full of feces!

The restaurant's name was also photographed very clearly; the frying pan swung by the neon chef based on Mr. Anderson also swung out a residual image.

The title of this report is "Drunk Driving is Endangering Public Safety"; it discusses the harm of drunk driving throughout, and finally mentions in passing that a restaurant was affected, and fecal water poured back into the restaurant, causing the restaurant to close.

It looks like this is just an article reporting on threats to public safety, but people are not interested in the content of the article at all; they are only interested in that unlucky restaurant.

Everyone knows that Alberto was angered by this old man Anderson for more than half a year; now he finally let out a breath; everyone is actually quite happy.

After all... the boss is happy, and they, the subordinates, will also have a better time; at least they won't be arranged to go out to do things in the hot noon!

"The boss is calling you.", Fudis knocked on the door; Lans, who was playing billiards with others, put down the cue and looked at his opponent, "Don't forget the one dollar you owe me."

Yes, they are playing for money, twenty-five points a game, a total of four games lost.

And his opponent, besides giving him one dollar, also sent a "shit", and was not convinced and wanted to continue to challenge.

Lans ignored him and came to the manager's office with Fudis; Fudis pushed the door open and let him in, while he left.

"He just called me, called me 'Mr. Koti' in a low voice, and guaranteed that he would put five thousand dollars on my table before Friday!"

"Lans, you did a great job; not only helped me get this money back but also let me let out a breath, so I will hand over the compensation for this job to you according to the agreement."

There was an envelope on the table; it looked bulging; he picked up the envelope, bypassed the table, walked to Lans's side, and placed it in his hand, "Count it."

Lans just pinched the thickness and put it into his clothes pocket; it might be twenty-dollar denomination banknotes, five hundred dollars, a total of twenty-five sheets; because they were not new banknotes, they didn't feel too thin.

But it wasn't too thick either.

"Mr. Koti, your golden character is worthy of my trust; I will not do things that hurt our mutual trust."

Lans said things very well; Alberto listened very comfortably; everyone likes the feeling of being flattered; he raised his eyebrows, walked to the bar, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Lans.

At the same time, he asked curiously, "If, I gave you less?"

Lans took the wine glass and touched the wine glass in his hand, "This is impossible, Mr. Koti; I don't believe you think you are not even worth five hundred dollars!"

Alberto didn't react at first, but soon he realized that Lans was still flattering him; he smiled, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip, "Talking to you is really a very comfortable thing!"

"Then, next, what do you plan to do?"

Lans had some small movements in his hands to deepen his context, "Rent a house, and then solve my identity problem."

"Illegal immigrant is always an unstable factor; I have to find a way to solve it before it becomes my trouble."

Alberto shook his head, "This is probably not a simple matter; the channels for the Federation Immigration Bureau to issue you a permanent residency card quickly are only a few."

"Either you are a world-famous scientist, or you hold millions of wealth in your hands, come to the Federation to invest, or the masters above feel that some of your identities might be useful to them."

"For example, one of your distant relatives has a blood relationship with your Emperor."

High-end talent, investment immigration, political asylum, these are the easiest ways to obtain legal status in the Federation; Alberto's expression and his actions let Lans know that he couldn't satisfy these at all.

But Lans didn't feel discouraged because of this; in fact, he had done identities that were harder to get than this.

From the development process of human society, so-called justice is mending.

Many people fear the law and take every word in the law as a treasure, but in fact, they don't know clearly that the law has always had many loopholes.

It's just that some were discovered and then poked out, while some have been quietly used by people, unknown to others.

Seeing that Lans seemed to have a plan with a high success rate, he didn't continue to ask much; whether it could succeed, he would know in a while.

"Then... I won't assign you work during this time, and this money should be enough for you to be chic for a while."

Renting a detached house in a not-so-prosperous area costs at most ten or twenty dollars; Lans has five hundred in his hands; he can live very chicly in this city!

The two touched the wine glasses again; Alberto still made an exploratory invitation, "I hope we have a chance to cooperate in the future; working with you is very comfortable!"

Lans still didn't refuse, but didn't accept, "If there is a chance, definitely!"

After drinking the wine in the glass, Lans temporarily bid farewell to Alberto; he found Fudis, trying to seek a little small help, "Do you know any police officers?"

"I can find them some small jobs that are not troublesome, no danger, half an hour is enough; of course, they won't earn that much, pocket money."

Fudis looked at Lans carefully, "So we can't continue to be colleagues next?"

"There will be a chance.", Lans didn't block the words.

Fudis seemed a bit lost; he liked Lans very much, smart, measured, and most importantly, capable and able.

He pulled a note from the front desk, wrote a number, and gave it to him, "Officer Braden, we have a good private relationship; you can call this number."

Lans collected the number, gave Fudis a hug, and then bid farewell.

Everyone is not that kind of... so parting is not sad, and it's not a permanent farewell.

In the afternoon, Lans took Mero to see the house; Mero seemed more mature and very steady; he could find some problems that Lans didn't notice.

After picking several houses, they finally rented a detached house next to the outer ring, three floors up and down, with an independent courtyard and three garages, costing twenty dollars a month.

This money is actually a bit high, but the house is very clean, no need to clean, can move in directly, and the landlady old lady showed Lans the healthy house bill situation.

She doesn't owe any fees, so no one will trouble them, and there will be no inexplicable water and power cuts.

Looking at the large garage and large house, he finally rented it.

Then he brought all his little partners over; the house is very spacious, with a total area of more than three hundred square meters; twenty people can live in it completely.

Although not everyone can have a room of their own, it is much better than sleeping in a culvert.

Someone also reflected that recently when sleeping at night, they felt someone touching their little brother, which made everyone a bit frightened!

But fortunately, now, just like that sentence that the older people like to say most, everything will be fine, and it has started to get better.

Moving, buying new clothes, adding furniture, it took three days; Lans also asked the two girls who were the only ones among the little partners to make some pastries and send them to the neighbors.

The most important thing to join a new community is to get along with the neighbors; otherwise, they will call the police for no reason, which can make people crazy to despair!

By Friday, Alberto called Lans and told him that the money had been received; Mr. Anderson bowed his head completely, without the hot temper he had before.

Of course, Alberto didn't humiliate him, and even offered to provide him with a loan; this time it was ten thousand dollars, but he needed to pay at least twenty-two thousand five hundred dollars, for a period of nine months.

Mr. Anderson didn't agree; this is equal to taking away all his profits; he would be crazy to do this!

And he never wanted to deal with Alberto and Lans again; he hated these people to death—although he compromised, it didn't mean the hatred didn't exist, it just converged.

And Lans also found the police officer Braden introduced to him by Fudis in the morning.

The two met on the street, in a small restaurant; this is Braden's patrol area, his territory, the location he chose.

When the police car stopped outside the restaurant, Lans knew the person he was waiting for had arrived.

Officer Braden has the old Federation people... well, actually, Federation people are not an "ancient" race, not even a race; they are a spiritual race.

He has the characteristics of old Federation people, brown-red hair, a thick layer of brown-red beard on his lips, fair skin, a very clean chin, and a pair of very wide sunglasses.

He glanced at the restaurant a few times, and then entered the restaurant with his partner.

Finally, he sat opposite Lans, while his partner stood in the aisle, blocking the sight of others looking toward this side.

He asked for a coffee and a burger very easily, then crossed his legs, his hand resting on the back of the booth, "So... what's the matter with looking for me?"

Lans placed an envelope on the table and pushed it over, "Mr. Fudis introduced me."

Officer Braden raised his eyebrows; he looked at the envelope for a few seconds before picking it up, "What I dislike most is this; we all know I will count it."

He took out the money in front of Lans, one hundred dollars, which made him whistle, and he became much more enthusiastic, but he put the money back into the envelope and placed it on the table.

"Giving so much for the first meeting..."

"Lans."

"Lans, I don't know what to do; why don't you talk about what problems you can't solve; perhaps I can provide you with a little suggestion."

One hundred dollars is really not small; Officer Braden has a salary of forty-two dollars and fifty cents every month, plus some subsidies, not exceeding fifty dollars.

It looks like this job seems not bad?

But you have to understand how dangerous it is to be a police officer in the Federation; not only gang members, criminals, arrested bandits may shoot at them, but even their own people may give themselves a shot from behind.

So one hundred dollars is equal to the income he can get after selling his life for two months.

Of course, the real income cannot be calculated like this; this is just on the surface, but even so, this money is not a small amount.

"I have two things that need your help, Mr. Braden; I can assure you that first of all, these things are not illegal, and secondly, you will not have any danger and risk!"

"And I think we can establish a longer-term cooperative relationship based on this... contact."

Officer Braden didn't agree immediately, but became a little more serious, "Tell me about it?"

"I want to know if there are any families in New Jincheng who are slightly poor, whose children were lost when they were young, and are about the same age as me..."

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