Chapter 345

346. Chapter 342: All Small Problems

Nine forty, the secretary came to the study; the Mayor was still working.

He was thinking about who would fill the vacancies after the five major families were completely wiped out, and considering how to develop the New Bay Area and the New Port Area well.

These two districts were projects he vigorously promoted; once successful, it would mean that New Jincheng's throughput could reach a higher level!

From then on, it would be far ahead of other port docks in the Federation, becoming a unique existence.

And this honor would accompany him throughout his life; even if he passed away one day, died, people would still remember him.

Because it was him who made New Jincheng the most developed port city in the Federation, without one!

People might even build a sculpture for him to cherish everything he did for this place.

By that time, all the people who were once his enemies might have completely disappeared in the long river of history.

Only him, in another form, obtained immortality in the true sense.

Unless New Jincheng was destroyed by war, or the entire Federation became a colony, but the probability of these two was not high.

"Director Dai Er just called, saying he had arranged for people to go to the dock to raid the Lans family's smuggled alcohol warehouse."

The Mayor heard his voice, his eyes rolled up, and from the gap between his eye sockets and forehead, he looked at him.

He looked for about two or three seconds before straightening up again, leaning back in his chair, and then taking off his glasses.

He pressed his eye sockets with the palms of both hands, filled his lungs with air, and let the entire lung lobe swell up, "Lans..."

He said.

Every time he heard this name, it made some inexplicable emotions surge in him; this might not be the first person to refuse his kindness, but it was the first person to give him a fierce slap after refusing his kindness!

Even until now, he had heard that the killer he hired failed.

Lans was still alive, but one of the killers died, one ran away, and until now, no one had been found.

He wanted to kill Lans several times, but Lans always miraculously escaped death, which made him have to suspect whether Lans had some kind of luck attribute; why was he always able to escape a disaster?

"Are you sure it's Lans's warehouse?", he asked.

The secretary nodded, "It is said that Dai Er planted an undercover agent in Lans's gang, but they had never been able to get any valuable clues, until today."

The Mayor shook his head, "Unreasonable."

He said, "Couldn't get valuable clues before, why could you get them today?"

"Don't tell me you think these are reasonable.", he looked at his secretary; he often raised some questions and then discussed them with the secretary.

This was a way to keep his thinking active; as a ruler, a governor, the most feared thing was for thinking to be restricted.

Once the ruler's thinking is restricted to a very narrow space, he will fall into a terrible thinking cycle and won't be able to get out.

So activating one's own thinking ability is very important for every ruler, especially an elderly ruler; at the same time, he also seemed to be cultivating his own secretary.

The secretary smiled, "I asked Director Dai Er this question, and he said the undercover agent's identity is very special and has initially gained the trust of the Lans family."

The Mayor nodded, but I don't know if he accepted this statement or the whole thing.

Then the secretary talked about what happened in the afternoon, "In the afternoon, there was some conflict between the dock management company and the dock workers; do you need me to handle this?"

The Mayor raised his hand, stopping this idea, "You don't need to do it; those guys in the Bay Area won't allow this matter to continue to deteriorate."

"You have to know that the interests of most of them are staked on the dock; if something happens to the dock, they are more nervous than us."

"So we just need to watch."

The secretary had some curiosity again, "Then what if we push it from behind?"

The Mayor was originally leaning his head back slightly, squinting his eyes to relax, but when he heard this sentence, he opened his eyes wide, looked at the secretary, and after looking him up and down, said with a smile, "You have a bit of the look of a mature politician, Owen."

"As a politician, for us, the process, the means, everything, isn't that important; what's important is whether we can achieve our goal."

"Your idea is good, but I don't suggest using it this way, because the traces will be very obvious,"

"This matter is a bit suspicious, but no matter what, it doesn't conflict with our goal; don't worry about them for now."

"The Bay Area, the dock workers' union, the dock management company, they will handle the problems with the workers well."

"Instead of worrying about these, it's better to consider how you will handle the government affairs of this city when I am hospitalized."

The Mayor will be shot and hospitalized on Wednesday, which is four days later; by then he will definitely not be able to take care of the city's daily work arrangements, so he will temporarily hand over the authority to control a city to the secretary to be responsible for.

That is the time to truly test people; this work, when done, and when looked at, are two completely different things.

It's like... you can glue yourself and skillfully master many kinds of gluing techniques, and enjoy it; you think you are a gluing master.???? But if you want to glue for others, those things of yours might not necessarily come in handy.

You might even have a blank brain and not know what to do!

This is a test, and it is also an important experience for the secretary.

Later he can openly write such a line on his resume——

During my tenure as the Mayor's secretary in New Jincheng, when the Mayor was hospitalized due to injury, I was authorized to manage New Jincheng for how many days, until the Mayor returned from injury.

Although he is not the real Mayor, he has managed a huge city; this kind of resume is extremely bright anywhere and cannot be ignored.

The secretary took a deep breath, "I'm a bit worried about whether I can do it well."

The Mayor smiled very kindly; people who knew him had never seen him so kind, "Everyone has a first time!"

Yes, everyone has a first time; one must take the first step to face a better life.

The secretary encouraged himself; he clenched his fists, "I will do my best to do it well!"

"Just do your best!", the Mayor didn't ask for too much.

It was also at this time that a large number of police cars and armored vehicles drove out of the Hazardous Materials Administration's courtyard, and Lukaer drove a car himself, following at the end of the motorcade.

Throughout the whole process, the police lights weren't on, and the sirens weren't sounded; everything was quiet.

They decided to make a surprise attack; in order to avoid people watching near the Hazardous Materials Administration, they also specially took a detour.

At this time, some workers were still chatting about everything that happened at night in the club; usually at this time, there were already less than half the people here; after all, there was work to do the next day.

But what happened tonight was indeed very infuriating, and it related to everyone's interests; everyone was discussing how to negotiate with the management company tomorrow.

Qiangni was also here; usually he wasn't very well-received here, but today, he was surrounded by quite a few people.

There were a few people here who had considerable prestige in the worker group; a big beard picked up a wine glass and clinked it with Qiangni's wine glass, "You performed like a real man today, Qiangni, you made me look at you with new eyes."

The two drank two mouthfuls of alcohol, and the big beard wiped the foam on his mouth, "I will be with you tomorrow; even if they want to force you at the negotiating table, we can help you a bit."

"About your proposal to let everyone get a raise..."

Qiangni had already drunk quite a bit of alcohol; tonight, not a single glass of alcohol was bought with his own money; when he stood in front of the bar, someone immediately jumped out to treat him to a glass, making him a bit embarrassed.

This was the most high-light moment of his life; he felt a kind of feeling he had never felt before; he didn't know how to describe that feeling.

If you say, the pleasure brought by being a bully, bullying other workers and immigrants, is like gluing.

Then the feeling now is like having entered, and it's also a very sweet place!

His whole body was about to tremble!

Qiangni also took a big gulp, "I've always been talking about this matter, actually!"

"They have always been stealing the fruits of our labor; other industries will raise wages every six months or a year; even if the raise isn't much, at least it rose."

"What about us?"

"We haven't had a raise for two years; I used to think this was the fault of those immigrant workers."

"They are willing to do any work, and are willing to accept even lower wages, so it led to no change in our wages."

"But recently I suddenly figured it out!", he made an "explosion" gesture next to his temple, "Just in that instant, I figured it out."

"Whether to raise wages or not is the capitalist's decision, and it has no direct relationship with those immigrant workers who are exploited just like us!"

"They just completely don't want to give us a raise, that's all!"

"Someone has to stand up and say something; I didn't want to be this person, but they forced me to do so, so I can only stand up!"

He raised his wine glass, "No matter what, these few days, I will definitely take everyone's wishes and have a good talk with the management company, striving to pull everyone's wages up, at least forty dollars!"

The people around all revealed smiles; a raise of two or three dollars seemed to be a very exciting thing for them.

Perhaps some people would also feel, it's just two or three dollars, why is the dock management company unwilling to compromise?

But in reality, there are more than ten thousand people working on the dock; if everyone gets a raise of two or three dollars, this is an expenditure of at least more than thirty thousand dollars every month.

As capitalists, they won't agree!

Just when several people were chatting about how to make the capitalists kneel on the ground and beg for their forgiveness, someone suddenly shouted loudly outside the club door, "There are a lot of police cars..."