Chapter 406: 408. Chapter 402 How Much Money Do I Have Left?

408. Chapter 402 How Much Money Do I Have Left?

Lans looked at Francisco. The young man turned his head and looked at Alberto, who nodded, so he said, "Uncle Lans's decision is my decision, Uncle Vittorio."

Vittorio's gaze kept flowing between the three, and the expression between his eyebrows also had some subtle changes, finally turning into a smile. "Good, then next it depends on you, Cisco."

"In the war with the Casia family, many of us were injured, or even died, and people are full of hatred for them."

"Since you advocate revenge, then I hope we can see some results as soon as possible, so as to inspire the young people in the family to exert their strength to rebuild the family in such a bad time!"

Others are naturally indifferent, anyway, as long as they don't let them send people.

The subsequent content was obviously not so important. Under Alberto's hard-fought struggle, he got a good bar in the Starlight District for Francisco.

This bar can provide Francisco with a stable income. Whether he recruits people or does other things, it is more than enough.

After the meeting, the three returned to the place where Paul lived before, and his wife immediately greeted him. It can be seen that she was very worried about Francisco.

She hugged Francisco immediately, and this action made his face blush immediately.

He struggled twice before breaking free from his mother's embrace.

In fact, he wasn't like this before. Maybe it's because Lans was here today.

Lans would make him feel a bit embarrassed when facing these. After all, Lans behaved like an adult, making him feel that he was still a child!

He didn't want to admit that he was still a child, so he had to behave more like a man.

As everyone knows, a man will not throw himself into his mother's arms as soon as he gets home and not come out.

His mother also seemed to realize some changes in the child, and secretly looked at Lans again, roughly knowing why this was.

"I'm going to prepare some food, Mr. Lans, you must stay for a meal."

Lans didn't refuse. He still had many things to talk about with Alberto and Francisco.

The three sat in the living room.

"Paul didn't leave much money?"

Alberto shook his head. "The reconstruction of the house, and so many casualties, these money were all used from the family's money."

"Paul has some money here, but not much, and it can't support Cisco to feed so many people."

"You saw it, these people don't want any decency at all. Now they only need a suitable reason to dare to drive Cisco down."

"We must master the power to confront them as soon as possible, whether it is recruiting people or doing other things, it is inseparable from money."

Francisco's situation is not very good, so some things that others can do with one dollar, he may need to spend two dollars, or even three or five dollars.

Plus the situation is tense now, recruiting people and giving them forty or fifty dollars a month, they are also unwilling.

Joining the five families at this time, to put it bluntly, is the cannon fodder at the bottom. They will face the battle with the Casia family directly.

Not to mention fifty dollars, seventy dollars may not be able to recruit enough people.

Now the price they promised to the outside world is close to one hundred dollars, but there is still a gap.

If you want to increase wages, then the expenditure on wages for one hundred people a month is ten thousand dollars.

Plus others, weapons, ammunition, food, vehicles, gasoline, the expenditure for one hundred people may need twenty thousand or even thirty thousand dollars.

One hundred people can't play any role in the internal struggle for power and external confrontation in the family. At least two or three hundred people are needed, and the pension problem must be considered at the same time.

Although Paul left a sum of money, hundreds of thousands, it actually won't last too long.

"If there is a funding gap, I can help."

For Alberto's sake, he no longer owes Paul anything, and what he owed before was all paid back.

Alberto bumped fists with him. "It won't be used for the time being. I still have a little bit there, and the bar will be operated, and the income will soon come up."

He paused. "In a few days, the five families may negotiate, and you come too."

Lans looked at Francisco, who was looking at him with expectant eyes, considered for a while, and nodded. "Okay, tell me the location when the time comes."

Alberto sighed. "Except for you, I don't know who else I can ask for help."

He leaned over and sought a hug. "You are the best brother I have besides Paul. I don't know how to repay you."

Lans said with a smile, "Destroying the Casia family is the greatest help to me."

During this time, Alberto also gradually brought himself into the perspective of a family ruler to look at problems, and he indeed had a little progress.

From Lans's words, he could roughly hear some shallow meanings. "Are you going to take action against the Casia family?"

Lans didn't deny it. He thought for a while. "Not just the Casia family, but also the Koda family."

Alberto looked at him like looking at a fool. "Are you... joking?"

"The Casia family continuously transfers gunmen from the Yalan area. One of their gangs can confront the two of us."

"If you add the Koda family to provide funds for them, Lans, it's not that I'm hitting you, you are not necessarily their opponent!"

He very implicitly used the word "not necessarily." In fact, he didn't think Lans could do this.

Francisco also stared at Lans. He had a very contradictory emotion at this moment.

On the one hand, he wanted to contact Lans. Lans and his age were about the same, although he became his uncle now, compared to Alberto who was older, he felt that he and Lans had more common language.

In this bad time, if there could be such a "friend" by his side, it would undoubtedly make him feel more at ease.

But he was also a bit resistant, because compared to Lans, he felt that he was too childish, childishly not like a sixteen-year-old "little adult" at all!

In fact, this emotion often appears in ordinary people. This is like when you are still struggling for tomorrow's livelihood, and people of the same age, or even younger than you, have become little masters or middle masters.

Even if you have a chance to say two words to him, I am afraid you don't want to say it.

Because the gap is too big!

Lans didn't notice Francisco's expression. He had his own ideas. "The police are on my side, plus us and you, as well as the Tita and Keen families, we can completely solve the Casia family."

Alberto frowned. "I'm worried that they won't necessarily stand on our side."

Lans was quite agreeable to Alberto's guess.

Politics has never been a simple addition and subtraction. Hatred cannot determine the result of a thing. This requires weighing the pros and cons of many things.

In history, there is never a lack of some enemies, hostile forces, who become close allies under the promotion of interests. There is nothing that remains unchanged.

The Lans family's scale is actually not small now. If it rashly intervenes in the battle of the five families, it may trigger their vigilance, thereby ending the battle.

After all, now the four families except the Koda family have suffered heavy losses, which can be said to be the weakest period in the history of the five families.

Once a third party appears to cause fundamental damage to their interests, they may re-embrace.

However, from the beginning, he didn't consider borrowing the power of those two families.

Saying this, it was just to make Alberto and Francisco not so nervous.

"Let's talk about this later...", he paused. "What plans do you have next?"

Alberto put his attention back to family affairs. "Because of your appearance, they won't make any intense moves in a short time."

"Next is to recruit some people, and then train..."

He rubbed his cheeks. "In fact, I don't want to restart the war with the Casia family too quickly. They need time, and so do we!"

Lans patted his shoulder. "Tell me when you need me, I will always support you."

Alberto nodded forcefully. "I won't be polite."

The food prepared by Francisco's mother was very rich. Although the main building of the manor was blown down, Paul also died, and they also spent a lot of money.

But even so, the wealth owned by Francisco and his mother is still unimaginable to ordinary people.

Plus wine, a meal of at least several hundred dollars was eaten quite harmon

Alberto still had many things to do and did not try to keep Lanse; after he saw Lanse to the entrance and watched Lanse's motorcade disappear, he turned around and returned to the manor.

In the office, just as he sat down, Francisco asked curiously, "Can you tell me about Mr. Lanse?"

Alberto found it a bit strange, but he still did not refuse, "What do you want to know about him?"

The young man was a bit embarrassed, "I want to know when he started walking down this path."

Alberto was slightly stunned; although in his impression it felt like a long time had passed, in reality, up to this moment, it had only been a little over a year.

After being dazed for a moment, he regained his senses with a complex expression, because Lanse's achievements were too dazzling!

So dazzling that it didn't even seem real!

"Before I knew Lanse, I always believed that the stories in operas were always fabricated, just the result of unrealistic wild fantasies."

"But after I met him, I suddenly realized that perhaps there really are people who are the protagonists of this world!"

"When I first met him, he was in trouble and came to me for two hundred dollars, and I didn't intend to actually give him that money..."

When speaking of these things, Alberto had a feeling of "destiny at work"; it seemed that from the moment Lanse sat in front of him, the gears of fate began to turn.

Listening to Alberto tell stories about Lanse, Francisco's eyes lit up...

During this period, the mayor's silence made the rules in the city seem to be leaning toward the past again; some people breathed a sigh of relief, but some people also sighed.

For example, those speculators.

"Mr. Qiaobafu, there have been some problems with the bank again."

Qiaobafu withdrew his gaze from the sky outside the window, looked at the assistant standing by the door, and suddenly asked, "Am I very much a failure?"

The assistant's face was very calm; they had worked together for a very, very long time and were once inseparable.

But now, there was an invisible, thick wall between the two, keeping them far apart.

Just like the nephew of a male assistant.

Now the assistant is the vice president of the bank, responsible for the bank's daily work arrangements; in this regard, Mr. Qiaobafu still trusts him.

The assistant's face still had no expression, "You have already been more successful than the vast majority of people, sir."

"The vast majority...", he pondered this term, then couldn't help but laugh, "But still not comparable to that small handful!"

He doesn't care at all now what problems the bank has; he lit a cigarette, looked at the assistant, and signaled for him to sit down, "We haven't talked for a long time; sit down, let's chat."

The assistant walked to the opposite side and sat down, "What do you want to talk about?"

He took a puff of the cigarette and exhaled slowly; the assistant's face was somewhat unfocused in the smoke, "The mayor is finished; all the investments I made in him cannot be recovered."

"Millions in investments."

When he said these numbers, his body was even trembling slightly.

The money of his entire life, including a portion of the depositors' savings, is all gone now!

If the mayor could handle those people, then he would naturally become a new municipal councilor; he would enter the upper class, and he would be able to make money more easily.

However, the mayor failed, and he was abandoned.

Even if Mr. Qiaobafu's insight into politics is not that sharp, he knows that the mayor is finished.

The loss of over a million has become a huge heart disease that he is unwilling to face!

The assistant was still the same, as if nothing could cause more changes in his expression; he lowered his eyes slightly, "At least you are still alive."

When Mr. Qiaobafu heard this sentence, the cigarette he had originally brought to his mouth also stopped; he should have taken a puff, but at this moment he put it down.

"You are hating me."

This is the reason why he transferred the assistant who had been with him for so many years away from his side; he knew that the assistant hated him.

No matter what stupid thing the assistant's nephew did that eventually led to him having to be finished off, the person who triggered all of this was not himself, but Mr. Qiaobafu.

He wanted to find a killer, that was his request, but not only did he not bear the consequences himself, he also sacrificed the assistant's nephew, a nephew he raised like a son.

He has no children of his own, so his nephew was equivalent to his son, yet because of Mr. Qiaobafu's lack of responsibility, he personally cut off all his paths to survival.

At this moment, when facing this question, the assistant's mood would still have fluctuations.

"I don't want to lie to you, sir; I do hate you."

"Clearly we had more choices, but you chose the one that had the least impact on you, while ignoring how great its impact was on me!"

Mr. Qiaobafu was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."

The assistant pursed his lips, "It doesn't matter; it's been a long time anyway."

"And...", his face finally had some more expressions, some shallow smiles, "Seeing you like this now, some hatred has also been released."

Mr. Qiaobafu couldn't help but laugh, and even laughed out loud, "This is like a kind of revenge, isn't it?"

The assistant shook his head, "Watching you charge into a dead end, and then constantly hit that wall you could never break through, hitting it until you were bruised and bleeding, those emotions were released along with it."

"You don't think highly of me doing this either?", Mr. Qiaobafu pinched the cigarette butt and took a puff, then extinguished it in the ashtray, and even deliberately pressed it a few more times.

The assistant nodded, "You are an Imperial immigrant, sir."

This sentence seemed to sting him somewhat, "What's wrong with being an Imperial immigrant?"

"Must Imperial immigrants always be at the very bottom?"

"I've earned so much money; why can't I become an upper-class figure?"

His emotions began to fluctuate somewhat, but the assistant was still in that calm state, "There is no place for Imperial immigrants here, at least not for now."

"From the very beginning, your direction was wrong; no matter how hard you try, there will be no results."

Mr. Qiaobafu was stunned for a while, then sighed somewhat decadently, "You see more clearly than I do!"

He paused, then took a deep breath, "You said just now that we encountered trouble; what trouble?"

He didn't want to talk about these things with the assistant anymore; talking about these things would only make him more uncomfortable.

The assistant also returned to his work state, "There are more people withdrawing money, and among them are many merchants; our cash might not last for too long."

Mr. Qiaobafu scratched his head, "Then just sell off some assets, bonds or something."

The assistant lowered his voice, "Those bonds have already been sold out."

This sentence made Mr. Qiaobafu suddenly regain his senses; his voice was somewhat off-key, "What?"

Sharp, somewhat grating, just like a soprano who had been stepped on the tail!

"How could they be gone?"

The assistant handed over the documents in his hand, "For the past six months, we have been cashing out those bonds to pay for various withdrawals and your personal consumption expenses."

"Currently, our approximately seven hundred thousand in bonds have all been sold out."

"I need to add that in this part, we lost about one hundred and fifty thousand or so."

"Now all we have left that can be cashed out is a portion of gold, some stocks, and some artworks."

"These are all difficult to cash out immediately; if you have any plans, you must prepare in advance."

These things are not like bonds; after bonds mature, they can be directly cashed out from the federal government according to their face value, and the price is very stable.

But whether it is gold or stocks, including those artworks, their prices are not fixed.

To sell at a suitable price, one must go through a long period of time to find those who need them most.

If one is in a hurry to cash out, then one will inevitably be pressured on the price.

Mr. Qiaobafu was somewhat dazed; after being in a daze for a good while, he asked, "How much... money do I have left?"