Chapter 403: 405. Chapter 399 Joining

405. Chapter 399 Joining

"It's me."

"... Is it?"

"This is really bad news, but after it's over, bring him over, and I can talk to him..."

"Okay, I know, I'll arrange for someone to go over."

Lans hung up the phone, his gaze swept across the people in the room, and finally stayed on Lao En.

Hailamu went to sleep; his cold hadn't fully recovered, and resting early would be of great help for him to recover his state as soon as possible.

Lao En also noticed Lans's gaze. He stood up from the sofa. "Need me for something?"

Lans nodded. This is where they live, not at the company. "Enio's father was beaten by someone, that's what he said, and now he's going to teach those bastards a lesson. You take some people to support them."

Meiluo asked in the corner, "Is there any danger?"

Lans shook his head. "Ordinary people, no danger."

Meiluo stopped asking.

Lao En called a few people, drove two cars to near Enio's house, and the two groups of people gathered together in three cars and headed toward the Prisia District.

Now the Prisia District belongs to a relatively vacuum area, and there is no crossfire situation here now.

The Mayor's political failure has caused some groups from Fides that are not strong enough to flee here quickly.

Losing the support of the ruler of this city, it is very difficult for them to confront the locals.

Here, some calm has been restored.

At present, this place is temporarily controlled by two local gangs, and there are some small gangs. Their degree of interference in the operation of the entire district is not great.

Or it can be said that their main means of profit is no longer low-level protection fees, but operating some entertainment venues, mainly providing flesh trade or alcoholic beverages.

At the same time, they may also engage in extortion and fraud, but not much, and they are doing it very secretly.

When the motorcade entered this district, it was discovered, but when they found out it was the Lans family, they didn't take any further action, just kept staring.

At a traffic light intersection, the car that had been following them came to the front from another lane.

The driver in the cab looked over here. "This is not the Imperial District or the Port District."

He was reminding these people that this is not the Lans family's territory.

Enio, sitting in the back seat, moved to the outside. "I am Enio. Someone hurt my family, and I'm here to talk to them."

The person opposite looked at Enio. "Heard your name." He said, listening for a while, his gaze swept over these people, and finally nodded slightly. "Try not to make too much noise."

"Thanks!"

When the green light came on, the guy turned right and left the route, while they continued forward.

The Lans family already has quite a reputation in Jincheng now, although they have always been in the Imperial District and the Port District they just took over, and they don't come out to be active very often.

Now no one will underestimate them.

Enio's father, sitting in the car, watched all this happen. He had a strange feeling that he couldn't describe. He didn't expect that his son was also a person who was "a little famous."

Enio's father had been to the manager's villa, a villa located in the Prisia District.

Or it can be said that basically everyone who joined the company had been to this villa, because this is also part of the company's plan.

You have to let these bottom-level workers see and touch it, and they will be crazy!

If you just tell them that they will have their own house and car one day through hard work and become a big tycoon, this is too empty, too floating, and unrealistic.

But if you bring them to this villa and let them personally feel the reality of all this, this will become the motivation to inspire them to work hard to create value for the company!

Who the hell doesn't hope that one day they can live in such a big house?

Who doesn't hope that there will always be a few young girls without clothes stretching their bodies in their swimming pool?

The more degenerate, the greater the motivation!

Capital has long studied human nature very thoroughly. Once you fall into a trap, it is very difficult to struggle out!

These experiences quickly got them a "precise positioning."

The car soon arrived at the community entrance. The security guard on duty didn't open the gate, and he walked out of the duty room.

"Who are you looking for?"

"You need to register to enter here!"

Enio took out twenty dollars in cash with his fingers. "Open the door and let us in; we will leave soon."

The security guard glanced at the twenty dollars. Although he was a bit tempted, he still knew whether twenty dollars was important or his job was more important.

Being a security guard here doesn't pay low; he can get fifty-five dollars a month in total.

Usually, when the owners come in and out, sometimes they give him a little tip or give him a pack or two of cigarettes, so his actual income is much more than people imagine!

People often say that they would rather be a dog in a rich man's house than be a human in a poor family. This is the reason!

Twenty dollars is not enough for him to bear the risk of losing his job.

He raised his hand solemnly and pushed Enio's hand away slightly. "Sorry, sir, if you want to enter, you must have an object to visit, and this person must also agree to let you in."

"Otherwise, I have no way to open this door for you."

Saying this, he also lifted his uniform and exposed the holster on his waist. He wanted to use this method to warn the other party that they were not to be trifled with.

But the next second, a gun next to him was pressed against his head. "Can you open it now?"

He slowly raised his hands, his expression a bit terrified. "Of course."

The door opened soon, and he was tied to the chair in the duty room. They wouldn't go so far as to make things difficult for a security guard who worked for others.

And doing so is actually helping him solve trouble; at least he can appeal to the company that he resisted but failed.

Three cars soon entered the community, and they soon found the place they were looking for.

The huge villa was surrounded by lights and green plants, revealing an elegance. A group of people got out of the car, and his father, standing beside Enio, was inexplicably worried.

"Will it cause trouble?"

Enio shook his head. "Just a small character!"

In the bedroom, the manager was sweating hard. Most of the night life was so wonderful.

In fact, this villa is not his personal property. This villa is the company's asset. They need such a facade to prove the company's strength, and by the way, give those newly joined employees a bit of shock from the "Federation Dream"!

Just when he was about to finish, the bedroom door suddenly opened. He didn't look back and cursed, "I said, don't come in at this time!"

He turned his head with some dissatisfaction, and his eyebrows also showed thick dissatisfaction, but when he saw the people standing by the door, his whole person trembled violently, and all his movements stopped.

The girl who was receiving baptism on the bed turned around in confusion and also noticed the people outside the door. Accompanied by screams, the manager came back to his senses.

He turned around abruptly and saw some young people standing at the door. He originally had some fearful expressions on his face, but when he saw Enio's father standing outside the door, he was not so afraid anymore!

He picked up the sheet and wrapped his big crotch, not letting the little bird swing around. "This is my house, you broke into private territory. If you don't get out now, I will call the police."

Enio suddenly grabbed the vase by the door and rushed over, hitting his head with it!

"Fuck!", he suddenly cursed, and then shook his hand. Some blood was flowing out of his palm.

There were thorns on the flower branch, which were not picked clean, piercing his palm.

The pain made his anger even more intense, and he started to beat the manager who was squatting down on his head.

A few minutes later, the manager, who could no longer see the human form, was squatting on the coffee table in the villa hall. The look in his eyes when he looked at Enio was already filled with thick fear.

Enio's father seemed to want to say something, but every time he wanted to say something, he was interrupted by Enio.

At first, he still sympathized with the manager, but as the manager, in order not to be beaten, not to be burned by cigarette butts—

He was really scared. Until now, that place was still hurting. He never thought that an old guy who looked hardworking and stupid as hell actually had a gang son!

Even more unexpected... this young man actually used a cigarette butt to burn his bird!

He just wanted to end all this as soon as possible!

He wanted to go to the hospital to ask the doctor if his bird was still alive!

So he explained clearly why he fired his father.

"... He is too old. If he stays, the young people who have just joined may question whether working here can realize the wealth dream."

"So, the company arranged such a plan to find a way to clean up the older people."

Enio's father's corners of his eyes were almost cracked by his staring. He couldn't imagine that he was fired just because he had no use value to the company!

The belief collapsed at this moment!

He looked at the manager and asked in a very slow tone, "I saw on the honor wall..."

The company has an honor wall, and everyone who becomes a "sales champion" has a page of their own on it. The manager was silent for a while. "Except for the ones you know are our own people, the other photos were bought by us for one dollar from a closed photo studio."

"So it's actually always a scam?"

The manager smiled very awkwardly.

The company didn't make less money from these salesmen, training fees, material fees, then various losses, and the money they paid for the products themselves.

The so-called top few on the monthly sales list, to put it bluntly, except for the shills, the rest are the company's real "big customers!"

"Motherfucker!", the honest man's teeth were chattering with anger.

He reached out and grabbed the vase beside him, put it down again, then picked up the ashtray, and felt it was too heavy.

Finally, after choosing and choosing, he chose a wire and vented it fiercely in the manager's relieved eyes!

Just a whip, just flesh pain, as long as it wasn't a vase or an ashtray, as long as it didn't take his life, it just hurt for a while.

The honest man whipped for a while and saw the bloodstains on the manager, and finally couldn't bear to continue beating. He panted slightly, looking at this guy with hatred in his eyes!

For many years, he wasted time, wasted the manager, wasted everything, and finally these people told him that this was just their little trick!

The income of more than ten dollars a month could only keep their family from starving, so his wife left him, and his son didn't want to be with him.

He thought that one day he would achieve the Federation dream through his own efforts, making everyone who looked down on him look up to him.

As a result, he was the stupidest one!

He was very sad, slumped on the sofa, covering his face with both hands. "What have I done!"

Enio patted his back, then took out a pistol and pressed it against the manager's head.

Although his father was not good to him in the past, he was eventually raised by the other party, and they were father and son, and they also obtained forgiveness for each other.

Now this guy made his father so painful, a burst of annoyance made him prepare to kill this guy!

The manager was scared to pee, it can be seen that he was holding back, but he really couldn't hold back!

He hugged his head and squatted on the coffee table, peeing out.

Just when Enio said "Go to hell!" and intended to pull the trigger, his father pressed his arm. "No need."

Enio looked at him, and he also looked at Enio. "Not worth it, Enio."

"They taught me a lesson. This money, time, just treat it as my tuition."

He looked at the manager. The positions of both sides had undergone huge changes, no longer like during the day, when the manager was high above.

He suddenly had a smile on his face. "You are not as great as you imagine, right?"

The manager immediately showed a flattering smile. "Yes, yes, you are right..."

Enio's father shook his head. "So in the face of the ultimate answer, we are all equal." After saying this, without waiting for the manager's answer, he walked toward the outside.

The manager's humility had smoothed out his dissatisfaction in his heart to the greatest extent, and also made him truly recognize the world!

If his son wasn't Enio, if they hadn't come here.

The beautiful filter of the Federation was disappearing bit by bit. He couldn't talk about how disappointed he was, just regretted that he wasted too much time.

Enio glanced at the manager again and took back his weapon. "For my father's sake."

The manager knelt directly on the coffee table, knelt on his own urine, and expressed his sincere gratitude to Enio's father.

Soon their group left, and the manager didn't call the police, just silently asked people to clean up the villa, and then went to the hospital in clothes.

The Federation society is never fair. It is not a simple thing for the poor to see a doctor, but for the rich, they can see a doctor anytime, anywhere.

When the doctor saw the incredible injuries on the manager, his brain was also slightly stunned.

He originally intended to call the police, but the manager indicated that this was his "little hobby," and finally the doctor just gave him some simple bandaging.

The bad news is that he may need two to four weeks to recover relatively, and the good news is that his bird didn't die.

More than half an hour later, the group returned to Lans's villa, because Lans wanted to chat with Enio's father.

When the motorcade stopped outside the villa, looking at the villa that had been renovated and covered with green vegetation walls, he looked at his son.

Although they are father and son, they have already walked on two parallel lines that do not intersect!

He was a bit restrained. Enio saw this. "Lans is a very easy-going person, he is also an Imperial person, you will know after you see him."

The villa was full of people. As Enio's father and son came in, he took the initiative to tell the process and results of the matter again.

After listening, Lans nodded. "Good disposal!", he said and looked at Enio's father. "You have recognized your previous work, so what next?"

"Do you plan to find something to do, or do you plan to rest for a while?"

Perhaps the people here were not like the gangs he imagined, wearing scary clothes and standing in a row without smiling, but everyone sat together and chatted casually like friends and brothers, making him feel not so restrained.

His face was slightly red, and he said, "I plan to find a job again, I can't be idle at home, there are some bills every month."

Lans looked at Enio's father. He looked... actually relatively in line with the aesthetics of the Federation people.

He was not stage-frightened. In fact, most salesmen would not be stage-frightened, and not being stage-frightened is the most basic personal quality for them to enter the industry.

If you can't even promote a pile of garbage to a stranger, then you definitely won't become a "God of Sales."

His body shape was also relatively moderate, and his face looked very gentle.

Lans thought for a while and said, "Why don't you work for us? This way you and Enio can see each other often."

Enio's face showed joy, but his father was a bit confused. "But I can't shoot, and I... don't dare to kill."

The young people in the room all laughed, and Lans handed him a cigarette. "We also have legitimate and legal businesses, you are Enio's father, I am more willing to believe you..."

In the Federation, the so-called "people" are actually the bottom layer of this society, and also the least important group.

But at the same time, they are the most important group of people, because whether politicians can realize their ideals and walk onto the political stage has something to do with how much public support they can get.

To ensure your own interests, you must bundle more "political basic disks" by your side.

Those consortia can confront the federal government not only because they have money, but also because once they "let go," tens of thousands of unemployed workers will destroy everything of the politicians!

Lans also has to operate many legitimate businesses and also has to form his own protective umbrella.

Not just those officials, the ruling class, but also the countless people at the bottom! ===== CHAPTER 404 =====