Chapter 38

On Wednesday, Officer Bulu entered Lans's identity information into the New Jincheng archives.

If anyone wanted to check his personal information, they would find a file: the White family.

Lans appeared in this file under the identity of "Shi Diwen (former name)," and now he is called Lans White.

Furthermore, Officer Bulu also helped him apply for a social security number and a personal tax ID. With these two things, Lans belonged to a true federal citizen.

Even if the President himself came, he couldn't question the legitimacy of his status as a federal citizen!

"My promise will always be valid for you!" Officer Bulu handed the file bag containing some documents to Lans, his smile very sincere.

"His promise" meant that if anyone else came to him for help with identity issues, as long as they were introduced by Lans, he would give a discount and charge less.

After he let it be known that he could help people solve their federal identity problems, quite a few people had already contacted him.

The most generous person promised that as long as he could solve the other party's identity problem, he was willing to take out four hundred dollars.

Although the movement in New Jincheng had begun to move from its peak toward its end, this did not mean that people's sentiments toward illegal immigrants, including legal immigrants, had improved accordingly.

In these two to three weeks, a large number of immigrant shops were attacked, smashed, looted, and burned, causing incalculable economic losses.

Among them, the *Federal Daily* published a photo on its front page last week regarding the New Jincheng riots. In the photo, five police officers stood with their hands on their waists behind a police car, watching more than a dozen people with their faces covered by hoods running out of a jewelry store.

On the ground were jewelry and gold and silver goods dropped as they fled. The shop owner rushed out clutching a wound on his forehead, but could only watch these people in despair.

The image had a strong sense of motion and caused a huge impact on the entire Federation.

Even now, one still hears from time to time about immigrant shops being robbed.

But fortunately, this time they didn't distinguish where the shop owners came from, and federal citizens were also suffering—this is a multi-ethnic melting pot of a country.

It is difficult to distinguish whether a shop owner is an immigrant or not through some racial characteristics.

Some people are picking cotton in the fields, while others are sitting in high-end houses wearing shiny leather shoes and holding high-stemmed glasses.

In addition, many immigrants have been attacked, beaten, and robbed, so at this time, illegal immigrants are full of longing for a legal identity!

Officer Bulu had already taken on this job; he was extremely familiar with the process, and he expected to make a profit of at least one hundred to two hundred dollars from this deal!

And all he needed to do was check the files, then take someone to tell those poor people who needed money, "Hey, this is your long-lost family member!"

Yes, family members—not necessarily children, there are also cases of lost elderly people.

As for whether they would recognize a stranger as their father for two hundred dollars or more, or possibly less, that depended on how desperate they were for money.

In short, Officer Bulu was really going to get rich!

"Thank you for your generosity, Officer Bulu."

The latter laughed heartily and patted Lans on the arm, "You saying that makes me feel like I'm very stingy."

"From the bottom of my heart."

After ending this topic, he asked, "Now that you have a federal identity, what do you plan to do next?"

Lans didn't hide his thoughts either, because he would still have dealings with Officer Bulu later, "I plan to open one, or possibly many, companies."

"Doing what?"

"Doing everything."

Listening to Lans's answer, Officer Bulu felt that he might be a bit whimsical, but he also felt that perhaps Lans really had a good way of doing business.

However, this matter had nothing to do with him. His mind was currently full of the information he had recently checked, which said there were at least 150,000 illegal immigrants in New Jincheng.

This market was too damn big!

At the same time, he had also changed from a supporter of the President to an opponent, because the President said he would solve the identity problems of illegal immigrants one after another, which was equivalent to smashing his business. He had to earn more as soon as possible.

After ending the conversation, Officer Bulu hurried off to work on his get-rich-quick scheme, while Lans went directly to the City Service Bureau.

Different places have different regulations. As the pearl of federal economic development, New Jincheng is also different from other cities in its planning of government department operations.

The City Commercial Service Bureau provided a full range of services for business people intending to settle in New Jincheng, including registering corporate tax IDs, which could all be done here.

I have to say, it was very convenient; there was even a line when Lans arrived.

Every day, gold diggers from all over the world carrying federal dreams come here. Perhaps they will eventually become representatives of an era, but more of them just become nutrients for this city.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" The lady behind the counter had a sweet appearance and a pleasant voice, though she was dressed a bit conservatively.

Lans's gaze never fell on the curves hidden under her clothes, but looked straight into her eyes, "It seems I am very lucky today."

"Excuse me?" The girl didn't understand what he was trying to express.

"Because I saw an angel in Angel Lake." Lans smiled with pursed lips. This smile, combined with his fairly handsome face, made the girl's cheeks flush instantly.

"You really know how to talk..." She touched her slightly burning face, "What would you like to do?"

Only then did Lans say, "I want to register a company, but I'm not sure about the process involved, so..."

"I will help you!" The girl said these words very firmly. This is the effect of saying a few nice words.

And Lans didn't mind complimenting her a couple more times, "Just like an angel!"

She was already very embarrassed, but it was work time, and she had to finish her work.

"What kind of company do you intend to establish?"

"Solving problems for people. They can come to me to consult on some things, I provide them with answers, and then I collect a fee."

The girl nodded while helping Lans fill in the relevant content on the form.

These forms were actually quite complicated. If there were no one to guide you, just filling them out might require finding a lawyer or something.

But the girl helped him solve these problems.

"Do you have a name for the company you are about to establish?"

"I do, 'Wanli.' By the way, I might open more types of companies in the future. Do I need to continue registering, or can I just add relevant business scopes to the existing operations?"

The girl didn't expect Lans's question to have some depth, but fortunately, this wasn't a problem for her, "If all your businesses are at the same office location, then one company is enough."

"If you don't work in the same place and are two independent, separate office locations, then it is best to establish a parent company to manage these two companies, and it is best if the names are not the same."

After she filled it out for a while, she gave the form to Lans, "This requires your personal information, and we cannot determine whether the company name you are applying for is already taken; it will take at least three days to find out."

She also specifically explained, "This requires the cooperation of the Secretary of State's office. You know, the Secretary of State's office has a lot of work, and they often drag things out for a week, but I will call and urge them."

She glanced at Lans's name and kept it in her heart. The girl reached out and pointed to several blanks on the form, telling him how to fill them out, and Lans filled them out smoothly.

The whole process was very fast, and there was no need to find a lawyer to help.

"You also need a bank account and a company tax ID. You have to apply for the bank account at the bank yourself, but we can help you handle the tax ID here."

"Do you need it?"

"Of course," Lans replied, "By the way, how should I address you?"

"Patricia, Patricia Lawrence."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Angel, I am Lans White."

The girl giggled for a while and even reached out to shake hands with Lans, "Me too."

She looked very happy, "I have to work..." It was a bit like trying to cover one's ears while stealing a bell; she touched her burning cheeks, "Sign here, and it's best to leave a phone number so it's convenient for us to contact you."