Chapter 414: 416. Chapter 410: Installing Sails for a Warrior's Dream and Sinking to the Bottom of the Water

416. Chapter 410: Installing Sails for a Warrior's Dream and Sinking to the Bottom of the Water

Many times it is like this, we are always struggling in dissatisfaction, and looking for direction after being lost.

Until the moment we see the light again, we will find that, in fact, the happiness we want, we have possessed a long, long time ago.

It's just that in the process of struggling and being lost, we lost happiness.

But some things have to make choices, choices of self, choices of human nature.

Perhaps many years later they will still recall the stories talked about this day, recall the story that made Aierbeituo laugh until tears came out.

Just don't know what kind of mood they will be in when they wait until that time.

"Those grandfathers and uncles of Xisike, do you need my help?", Lan Si asked.

Aierbeituo understood his meaning. Lan Si meant whether he needed his help to solve those old antiques.

The existence of these old antiques is the obstacle for Fulangxixike to master the actual power of the family. They will try their best to prevent him from mastering the actual power of the family. Getting rid of them will make everything simple.

Aierbeituo shook his head. "I want to leave these people to him, as his coming-of-age gift."

"And...", Aierbeituo's mouth corner lifted, but this expression was definitely not a smile. "I am ultimately not a person of the Pasileituo family. The only one who can decide their fate is Xisike."

Lan Si curled his lips. This is typical ignorant thinking. "I thought you were as young as me, and your thinking would be more avant-garde."

Aierbeituo laughed while listening. "This is tradition..."

"Tradition is not necessarily all good. If tradition is necessarily good, why should science progress?"

"Isn't this very typical 'untraditional'?"

Aierbeituo shook his head and didn't continue to discuss this question with him. He knew that he was not Lan Si's opponent.

"The words that should be said have been said. I'm going back, you also have to be prepared."

Lan Si stood up, Aierbeituo also followed and stood up and hugged him, then the two separated and left in different directions.

When sitting back in the car, Lan Si shook his head slightly. Sometimes Aierbeituo looks quite fashionable, but in some issues, he looks very old-fashioned.

In his view, the simplest thing now is to quickly establish prestige for Fulangxixike, and then solve the opposing voices in the family with the help of these things, quickly uniting the family's power.

Regardless of whether it is used for self-protection or outward expansion, at least there can be a good foundation.

As for going to Sumuli Island to confront the four major families of Sumuli Island?

Hope he can still live to come back and realize the dream he once possessed!

September, only twenty days left until the results of the municipal councilor election are released. The election activities in Jin Gang Cheng have also become slightly more, but only slightly.

The election of municipal councilors is actually basically decided from the beginning.

Most politicians must have done basic investigation and bottom-probing work when running for municipal councilor. They will not go to administrative districts where no one knows them to participate in the election. They will only run in places where they are most likely to win!

Just like William, he lives in Pulixilin, but he runs in the Imperial District. It is not because the election situation here is simple and thorough, but because his hope of winning is the greatest!

It can even be said that the victory was locked from the beginning, so he came.

Even the election of the lowest-level municipal councilor requires quite a lot of funds. If these people can't lock the victory in advance, the investors behind them, or people in the party, will not tilt resources for them.

William has been running around in the Imperial District during this period, and is also promoting his set of theories. If it weren't for knowing that he is only running for municipal councilor, some problems could be taken out for the presidential election, such as solving the education problem.

Undoubtedly, his probability of winning is very large. On the contrary, Mr. Qiaobafu is already in a state of withdrawing from the election. His campaign office has been disbanded because he can't afford the campaign funds.

People like him rely entirely on their own capital support to participate in the election. He has no supporters, no investors. Once his own capital has problems, the entire campaign process will be broken immediately.

The loopholes in the bank are getting bigger and bigger, and the encirclement and suppression of other banks also make him exhausted. He is about to be unable to hold on, so how can he take out money to continue to launch a campaign offensive?

William will become the municipal councilor of the Imperial District with an absolute advantage. At the same time, there is one more thing that needs Lan Si, which is "distributing money."

Accompanied by the chasing and running of children, Aierwen smiled and grabbed a large handful of change and threw it toward them.

The children screamed and chased those coins, carefully picking them up from the cracks of the bricks or from the ground, holding them properly in their hands, and thanking Lan Si and Ai Er Wen for their generosity.

Every time he sees this scene, Lan Si will look very relaxed. Small gains can make them show satisfied smiles. These pure smiles without impurities can also infect others.

A homeless person gathered courage and walked toward Lan Si's car. Before he got close to Lan Si's car, he was stopped by others.

"I have a few words I want to say to Mr. Lan Si.", he said to others like this.

Lan Si looked at this homeless person in the car, feeling a bit familiar. He nodded, and he was allowed to come over.

"Ensure your hands are in our line of sight, otherwise we might misjudge!", people said to him like this, and he didn't dare to mess around, ensuring his hands were hanging by his sides.

"I seem to have seen you.", Lan Si looked at this very clean homeless person in the car.

A smile appeared on the homeless person's face. "Mr. Lan Si, when it was winter, I accidentally touched some water splashes. You kindly gave me a sum of money, allowing me to survive this cold winter."

Lan Si recalled it all of a sudden. "It's you!"

There were some smiles on his face, and then he took out a cigarette and passed it over. "Do you smoke?"

The homeless person was a bit flattered and took the cigarette with both hands. "Of course, of course..."

He carefully placed the cigarette in his mouth and took out a match. At that moment, he suddenly felt a feeling of hair standing on end.

He had to slow down his movements, taking his hand out of his pocket bit by bit. It was indeed a box of matches.

Although he didn't see it, he knew that there must be many weapons pointing at himself.

However, he didn't have any complaints. After all, a great kind person like Mr. Lan Si indeed needs to pay attention to his own safety.

He struck the match. He was a bit hesitant. Lan Si reached out and blocked part of the cigarette tip. He hurriedly smiled and greeted him, bending his waist, lighting the cigarette for Lan Si, and then lighting the one in his own mouth.

"Mr. Lan Si, I don't know how to say it. Your kindness gave me the strength to face life again."

"I have already prepared to set off again, planning to fight with life again!", he smiled and turned his head slightly, exhaling the smoke in his mouth toward the side.

"I have always wanted to face you personally, to say a 'thank you' to you. You gave me courage and goals. I will not continue to be decadent."

"After talking with you this time, I will leave here soon to look for opportunities."

Lan Si felt that this homeless person was very interesting after hearing this. "What do you plan to do?"

The homeless person thought for a while. "I plan to find a job as a sailor first, go around to see, see a broader world, and then save some money to find my own path."

"I don't know what kind of person I will become in the future, but no matter what, I will not stop!"

"I want to take the courage you gave me to open up my own life and world!"

Lan Si took a deep breath of smoke, then exhaled slowly, nodding slowly and easily. "You have a heart like gold. I wish you success."

He thought about letting Ai Er Wen take out two hundred dollars, and handed these two hundred dollars to him. "Don't refuse. I don't know what you will face in the future, but since I encouraged you, please accept a little help from me."

"It won't change your future, it will only make your dream install sails and swim faster than we expected!"

The homeless person hesitated for a while and ultimately didn't refuse. "I accepted it, Mr. Lan Si. I don't know... how to say it."

"You are the best person to me in this world. I want to cry a bit now!"

Lan Si raised his hand with a smile. "This is an exciting moment. I bless you. Can I ask your name?"

"Perhaps in the future one day, I might need your help, but I don't know your name."

"Mafu, Mafu Adams."

Lan Si walked out of the car and extended his hand. "Mafu, I have a premonition that you will definitely become a successful person."

Mafu held Lan Si's hand with both hands, bending his waist.

"Straighten up, straighten your waist!", Lan Si looked at him. "You are a man now, you should straighten your waist and chest to face the future. This is the demeanor a man should have."

Mafu was already so excited that he didn't know what to say. He nodded repeatedly, tears dripping on Lan Si's hand. He let go of his hand and patted his shoulder. "Everything will get better, I firmly believe in this point!"

He completed his wish before leaving. Not only did he thank Lan Si in person, thanking him for letting himself regain the courage to face life, but he also over-completed the task and received Lan Si's encouragement.

His emotions took a while to calm down. "Mr. Lan Si, thank you, thank you. I don't know what else I can say to express my mood now."

"My time is running out, I have to leave in the afternoon, so..."

Lan Si nodded. "Go, go to welcome your new life, and also your rebirth."

Before leaving, he lowered his voice slightly. "Finally, there is one thing I feel a bit strange about. There is a homeless person who doesn't communicate with others and doesn't beg."

"I found that he has been observing you and here, and his lame leg is actually not lame. I don't know... whether he has malice."

"He is over there."

He was just about to look back, Lan Si held him. "Don't look back, don't look at him, I will arrange it."

Lan Si didn't even look himself. Looking at this time would only make that homeless person suspicious.

Seeing Lan Si treat the words he said so cautiously, Mafu had no other emotions except being moved.

He had to say goodbye to Lan Si because he was leaving by boat in the afternoon. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know when he would be able to come back after this walk, perhaps he would have held it for a while before coming over to say these things.

He originally thought Lan Si wouldn't communicate with him so simply, but didn't expect all this to be like a dream!

The weather was dry and hot, and his heart was even hotter!

He wanted to take the courage and blessings bestowed by Mr. Lan Si to face the whole world again!

Lan Si had someone drive Mafu away. He entered the company without even looking at the homeless person's side.

"The homeless person Mafu just told me that there is a lame person in the homeless crowd who has been staring at us. Catch him and see what the problem is."

Hailamu's cold was much better, just still had some nasal sound, at least he wouldn't make that kind of disgusting action.

He nodded and took a few people out the front door.

At this time, someone was distributing money to these homeless people at the door, one dollar per person, enough for their living needs for a week

Of course, money isn't handed out every day; it's only distributed once a week or every two weeks.

Distributing it too frequently would make these homeless people even less willing to work, though if they were willing, Lanse could actually arrange work for them.

However, most homeless people find it very difficult to return to the workforce; they have grown accustomed to this rhythm of surviving without labor.

Expecting them to accept the exploitation and oppression of capitalists is, conversely, somewhat unrealistic.

The Lame Man was also in line to collect money; if everyone else came to collect and he didn't, it would appear highly suspicious.

So, he also stood there, slowly shuffling his feet forward.

When Hiram came out of the house with his men, he only glanced at them and didn't pay much attention.

There are often groups of these people standing together at the company entrance smoking or chatting; it's not like there is a shootout or specific work to do every day, and most of the time they are actually quite idle.

They were observing the homeless people, and as the line moved forward, Hiram and his men spotted their target and walked toward the Lame Man.

The Lame Man watched these people walking toward him; he felt vaguely uneasy, but he did not believe he had been exposed.

He simply kept his head down, stayed in line, and pretended that nothing had happened.

It wasn't until Hiram raised his hand that he realized they were truly coming for him!

In the next second, he turned and ran, and Hiram and his men followed closely behind.

The Lame Man's crippled leg was no longer crippled, and he was running damn fast. It looked like the distance was widening bit by bit, but this was the Imperial District.

While people on the road would indeed dodge out of the way, there were also young men who suddenly lunged at the Lame Man.

The Lame Man lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled, trying to reach into his coat, but Hiram pulled out his pistol directly.

The guy who had tackled the Lame Man quickly rolled to the side, followed immediately by the sound of gunfire and the stinging sensation of debris shattering against his body!

The Lame Man ultimately became a dead Lame Man, but Lanse also figured out who he was—the young gunman from the assassin duo.

The older one had been taken out, and this younger one had escaped. He had been searching for an opportunity to assassinate Lanse, not just for the mayor's bounty, but for revenge.

But wanting to assassinate Lanse was no simple matter. Following the multiple attacks on him, his current security force had been upgraded by more than one level.

Most of the time when he entered or exited, measures were already in place; at the slightest sign of trouble, the gunmen on the roof might open fire.

Many of these gunmen were professional soldiers, and their marksmanship was absolutely incomparable to that of ordinary gang members.

Although he wanted to avenge his kin, he did not have the resolve to sacrifice his own life.

He just hadn't expected that before his plan could even be implemented, he would already be exposed.

This incident did not spark any discussion, but the group of homeless people outside the company was dispersed, and several more vantage points were added.

A few days later, Lanse called Maikeke out; Alberto had already obtained the smuggling route of the Casia family.

When he had met with Maikeke before, he was just an ordinary Coast Guard captain with nothing special about him.

But at this meeting, his mental state was vastly different from before.

He exuded a sense of confidence, ease, and casualness from the inside out. Aside from being slightly restrained when facing Lanse, he looked like a completely different person compared to before!

"I heard your son has already reported to the university?"

Maikeke's expression was slightly unnatural, but Lanse didn't explain, simply maintaining a smile.

He nodded and took off his sunglasses. "Yes, he has already reported to the university."

The money obtained from Lanse's side had solved all the troubles in his life.

However, he was very low-key; he didn't spend lavishly, just swapped for a slightly better secondhand car and rented a better house—all within his means.

At the same time, he also applied for a student loan, so his son's tuition for university had a clear source, one that could withstand scrutiny.

It seemed like this money hadn't changed his life, but in reality, it had changed a lot.

When a person has thirty or fifty, or even a hundred dollars in their pocket at all times, that is a change.

When he and his family no longer cared about those suffocating student loans, that is a change.

He was planning to have a few people move to another place to live, so that this money could be used openly and honestly, bit by bit.

A Coast Guard captain having a higher spending power than the average person—that's normal, right?!

Confidence can make people blind, and Lanse didn't want him to be a blind person, so he gave him a small reminder that everything was still under control!

"I envy those students who can go to university; after they graduate, they have a better social foundation, unlike us, who can only rely on risking our lives against others to gain advancement."

He picked up his coffee and took a small sip. "I have something I need your help with. There is a smuggling ship coming over, and they will take this route..."

Lanse handed over the route with some coordinates recorded on it. He couldn't understand it, but he believed Maikeke could.

Maikeke glanced at it. "You want me to arrest them?"

Lanse shook his head. "I want you to sink them into the sea..."