Chapter 340

341. Chapter 337: Making Trouble 6669

The mayor actually had some things he hadn't said; the purpose of the Socialist Party transferring him from another state was to hope that he could solve some problems within New Jincheng.

He tried before, but never had any good way; this damn place was full of their people from top to bottom.

It wasn't until recently that he obtained some results.

It wasn't that he wanted to use intense means, but if he didn't use intense means, he might not make it in time!

He certainly knew the thoughts of the Five Great Families, and also knew the thoughts of those people in the Bay district.

Dragging it out until he left this city, New Jincheng would still be the local people's!

If it were really like that, his eight years would appear meaningless, and for those people in the Socialist Party, he had also lost his value!

Why did Mike suddenly want to come to New Jincheng to engage in some public opinion survey?

Actually, in the final analysis, it was also a stance of the Socialist Party, giving him a little encouragement, taking the nomination of the Speaker of the House of Representatives to encourage him to work harder!

If he lost, he would have no other opportunities; he might go to a place where no one cared for another eight years, and then one day someone would tell him that the Socialist Party decided to give the opportunity to younger politicians.

His political life would end there!

This wasn't what he wanted, so he had to get everything done before he left, so paying some price was worth it!

Someone has to make a little sacrifice, right?

While the mayor was plotting to obtain the actual ruling power of the entire city, Councilor Williams was also communicating with Lans about some recent things.

"Now the state government is very dissatisfied with the chaotic public order in New Jincheng, but it hasn't reached the point of interfering with anything."

He picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Lans, then took out a box of cigars. "Xiang Yalan Gold Leaf, the best cigar; you try it!"

Xiang Yalan Gold Leaf is a very special tobacco leaf; after it is processed, a part of the leaf will have a layer of something like an oil film under the illumination of light, reflecting golden light.

Coupled with its special mellow taste, Gold Tobacco Leaf soon gained the love of people around the world; the desktops of royal families in multiple countries appeared with its figure.

People are like this; what the people above like, the people below will also imitate.

In less than thirty years, Gold Tobacco Leaf faced the point of extinction; although it has been protected and artificially intervened now, the output is still not large.

Because they discovered that compared to putting it out for external sales, the price of this limited sale is higher!

As for whether the taste of artificially planted tobacco leaves and naturally grown tobacco leaves is the same, actually, the difference isn't that big.

Lans took one; from the packaging, it looked very luxurious; it even had a layer of gold foil on the outside!

Strong liquor in one hand, cigar in the other; perhaps this is Mr. Williams's life!

He sat on an independent sofa. "Where were we just now?"

"Speaking of not having reached the point of interfering yet."

"Right, we were speaking of that!" Councilor Williams pointed to the ceiling with the cigar. "The older you get, the easier it is to forget something, even if it just happened."

He first laughed at himself, then said, "New Jincheng is still not chaotic enough; the pressure on the mayor is not enough; we need greater pressure!"

He placed the cigar on the ashtray. "Strike!"

"Just like we said before, once the port stops, the entire Congress will be shaken; by then, they will inevitably interfere."

"As the core that led to this political storm, our mayor will naturally receive his punishment!"

He reached out to Lans. "Are your friends ready?"

Lans picked up the wine and took a sip. "At any time."

Councilor Williams was very satisfied; he leaned back. "I'll introduce a new friend to you; he is also a young man, and you can have more common language."

"James?"

James walked in from outside, his face carrying a reserved and humble smile; it had to be said that James was indeed an extraordinary young man in appearance.

You look at him, he doesn't speak, doesn't do any actions, and you can feel his nobility.

This kind of nobility is a temperament cultivated since childhood; since childhood, Councilor Williams had cultivated him as his successor, naturally pouring all the best into him!

He could be considered worthy of Councilor Williams's cultivation; at least he hadn't grown crooked.

"Mr. Lans, very happy to meet you!"

Lans stood up and shook his hand. "I've heard of you, Mr. Williams Jr.; I am also very happy to be able to meet you."

Hearing Lans's words, a pleasant smile appeared on Councilor Williams's face; in reality, for humans, especially people of his kind.

The title "Williams Jr." is the continuation of his life!

Even if he died one day, as long as James was still active in politics, people would still hear someone call him "Williams Jr.," then he was actually still alive.

Death isn't the end; being forgotten is.

"Mr. Lans, can we talk about your plan?"

"Of course, there is nothing I need to keep secret!"

He started talking about his plan; although it wasn't that detailed, it also made James listen with great interest.

In the end, he gave an objective evaluation. "I can't think of a better suggestion!"

"Then this matter is settled; now we can start to gradually heat it up, and then when we need it..."

"You can call me for anything; every era will have a 'partner' belonging to this era; I feel we are the golden partners of the next era!"

After Lans left, Councilor Williams asked James, "What do you think of him?"

James shook his head and picked up the wine glass. "Too little contact; I can't tell yet, but his speaking and doing things have logic; he shouldn't be a fool."

Councilor Williams couldn't help laughing out loud. "A fool couldn't do what he's doing now; have you heard?"

James put down the wine glass; his alcohol tolerance wasn't actually very good. "What?"

Councilor Williams told the story of what happened in the Empire district recently. "He is very good at buying people's hearts; for him, it was just a very simple small thing, but he was able to maximize the benefits of these things."

"If he were a politician, I wouldn't let you cooperate with him; of course, I don't feel you aren't his opponent, but if you can't walk out, you will inevitably become the most familiar enemies in the future."

"This doesn't have any benefits for you, especially when your enemy knows you better than you know yourself."

"But now it's very suitable, because he will find it very difficult to have any outstanding performance in politics in his life; who would allow a gang leader to become the actual ruler of a city or the Federation?"

"So I am very relieved about your cooperation; you are complementary and need each other."

"The Five Great Families disappointed me too much; this time, we are going to thoroughly rewrite the order and rules of the entire New Jincheng!"

A rare, strong ambition that flashed like lightning burst out from Councilor Williams's body!

After leaving Councilor Williams's manor, he was thinking about the gains and losses of these things all the way.

Actually, there wasn't much to think about; perhaps for Councilor Williams and his son, the benefits could be maximized in this whole thing.

But for him, it was also a very good opportunity; he knew very well how much power it would bring when the two sides of society were closely combined.

After he went back, he notified Johnny, letting him start operating.

Johnny was transferred away from his post because of his injury, and his salary was also about seven or eight dollars less; originally, he had anger.

Now with Lans's support, he could finally vent his anger!

After he hung up the phone, he took a deep breath, feeling that his whole body was full of power!

He strode toward the dock management office; usually, the dock management office was responsible for what work the dock workers did.

He found the office responsible for distributing work and directly slapped the door until it clattered; inside, an impatient voice immediately came out. "Who the hell is smashing the door outside?"

"The door isn't locked!"

"Fuck!"

People working on the docks couldn't become civilized people, because these muscle-bound guys weren't civilized either.

Telling them what the work manual said in which article and which line was far less useful than scolding them!

As soon as he entered the door, the guy behind the desk who was already bald couldn't help shouting.

"Fuck, Johnny, fuck you, this damn place isn't your own home; you have to pay attention to your strength."

"If you break my door, your salary for this month will be gone!"

"Now, tell me what the hell you're looking for me for?"

Johnny slapped both hands on the table; the vibration made his radius bone still uncomfortable; he stared at the guy behind the desk. "Transfer my work back!"

That person leaned back in his chair. "I can't do it."

There were only so many legal posts on the docks; it was easy to transfer from a good post to a bad post—a single sentence could transfer it away.

But if you wanted to transfer from a bad post to a good post, that was damn hard!

Johnny's income now was about twenty-two percent less than before; if he wanted to transfer back, it meant someone had to lose this twenty-two percent—who would be willing?

Even the person who replaced Johnny's work wouldn't be willing, so he directly said this was impossible!

Johnny was here to make trouble anyway; he directly bypassed the table, grabbed the guy by the collar, and lifted him up. "Either you damn raise my salary back, thirty-eight dollars."

"Or you damn adjust my work back!"

"Or I'll stuff your head into your old mother's ass!"

"You pick one!"

That person didn't want to pick anything; he directly shouted, "Security, security, someone is making trouble!"

Soon, several strong men rushed in from outside the door; dock workers had low education levels, and violence was their way of communication, so preparing more security was always right.

The guy walking in the front looked at Johnny; he also knew Johnny, a typical small-group bully, and quite a few people had been bullied by him.

But as long as he didn't affect the company's interests, the security guards turned a blind eye, but that didn't include him appearing here now and using force on the person sitting in the office.