Chapter 427: 429. Chapter 423: Funeral and Embarrassing Questions

429. Chapter 423: Funeral and Embarrassing Questions

"Joe, this is your..."

"Thank you, thank you all, thank you Mr. Lans..."

A police officer had a smile that couldn't close on his face. He took the envelope from the hands of these young people and walked to the side.

Under the gaze of some people, he opened the envelope and took out nine 5-dollar banknotes from it.

The smile on his face suddenly became more enthusiastic!

This also made other police officers full of anticipation. They had never had such an open and aboveboard expectation for an extra income.

The income in the past was not very stable, sometimes more, sometimes less, and there was the problem of hiding money.

Some officers received money but didn't take it out, hiding a part of it, so everyone's money would naturally drop a level.

Just like John, he collected money for half a year in a row, making many things very difficult to do, leading to the entire branch's income dropping a level.

But now, all this will become a thing of the past.

People lined up to receive money with smiles like it was the New Year, and everyone would thank Lans, because this money was distributed to them by Lans.

Distributed to the end, it was Branch Chief Bulu's. He thought he didn't have any, but he didn't expect that Lans had also prepared it for him.

Looking at the envelope that was clearly thicker than others, someone started to boo. "Why don't you open it and let us see."

Branch Chief Bulu's mood at this time was slightly uneasy, but looking at the gazes of others, he knew that if he didn't open it, there would definitely be problems.

But everyone would inevitably be disappointed, and even have other thoughts.

What people hate most is not that they are poor because they have no ability, but that everyone has no ability, so why am I the only one who is poor?

Although this expression might not be very correct in this matter, it is the most suitable method.

Branch Chief Bulu finally opened the envelope. He believed Lans wouldn't make it difficult for him.

The facts were indeed so. Thirty 10-dollar banknotes were stacked together. He breathed a sigh of relief.

45 for grassroots police, 60 for frontline police, 100 for district heads, 200 for deputy sergeant level, and 300 for him—this number was very appropriate.

It wouldn't make him detached from the "masses," and it also showed his particularity.

"Two donuts for everyone, my treat!" He raised his hands high, and the police in the branch suddenly started cheering.

In fact, this money was just "regular money." Everyone knew that he definitely had other income from Lans's side.

But knowing is knowing. In this matter, Lans could be fair, so everyone had no dissatisfaction in their hearts.

You can't ask a low-level clerical worker to get as much as the chief. Now the gap didn't make anyone breed any dissatisfaction.

If someone feels that they can also get extra income from Lans's side, then they can completely go and try their luck.

This was just a part of the police's account settlement. There were also night shifts and those on vacation. The entire composition would last for two to three days.

Branch Chief Bulu, including Branch Chief Duke, had no opinion on this, although it seemed that Lans was constantly increasing his influence in the police system, and it was even possible that it would exceed them.

But Lans didn't give them no "sweetness" at all!

They also had very important power in the account settlement system, which was the power to formulate the list.

Who can receive money and who cannot receive money—this matter is decided by them, so even though both of them knew that Lans wanted his people to distribute the money, there was no reason to object.

He left them decency.

The police are a very closed group, and this matter soon started to spread throughout Jincheng's police system.

Not every branch can distribute so much money, and not every police officer is qualified to receive this part of the benefits.

But now, Lans's appearance solved this problem.

Although the account settlement system will definitely affect the interests of some police officers, in front of the vast majority of police officers, the interests of these few people are not so important.

The real open conspiracy is like this. Even if you know this is a plot, a planned plan, you still can't stop it.

Some branch chiefs have started to contact Branch Chief Bulu, wanting to have a chat with him about the account settlement problem and about Lans.

This is a trend.

On the weekend morning, Lans took time to attend Mr. Chobaf's funeral.

He was placed in a very cheap, ordinary coffin. The ordinary wood revealed a feeling of decay, and the uneven paint marks could feel the carelessness of the painter when painting.

Mr. Chobaf, who had been simply modified, lay inside. He held his chest with both hands, and the putty on his face was so thick that it was like looking at a wall that had just been scraped with ash.

But if the ash wasn't thick enough, it wouldn't cover his blue-purple face. He should be peaceful, not disturbing, so God wouldn't like it either.

He was surrounded by cheap flowers, and there was no other embellishment. The clothes on his body also revealed a cheap taste, and they didn't look expensive at all.

In fact, he had several expensive clothes, but I don't know where they went; it's possible someone put them away.

There was nothing valuable on his body, except for a photo of him and his wife when they were young, which was the only thing he took with him when he left this world.

Perhaps he himself never thought that he would leave this world in such a down-and-out way.

The priest performed the last prayer for him in this world very perfunctorily. No one was willing to speak, and no one wanted to summarize his life for him.

There are actually not as many reference factors as specifically said for people to evaluate whether a person is successful or failed; it only depends on when he died, whether he was wealthy and powerful, or poor.

No matter how wonderful the scenery on his life's journey was.

After the priest finished reading those eulogies, he announced that the mourning was over, and he could be buried.

Some people came today, forty or fifty people, most of whom were old employees of Jin Da Bank.

They had been taken care of by Mr. Chobaf for the longest time, and they had been together for a long time.

When people get along for a long time, they will have feelings. People will treat the cats and dogs they raise as their own children after a long time—of course, some people will treat cats and dogs as their parents.

What's more, this is a living person. They experienced the best era together and enjoyed everything brought by working for Mr. Chobaf.

Several middle-aged women who looked a bit old even cried out. On the one hand, they were really reluctant to part with Mr. Chobaf. How could such a friendly person die like this?

On the other hand, they were crying because of their anxiety about the confused future.

Without Mr. Chobaf hiring them out of old feelings, they didn't know what work they could find in this bad time to continue carrying the heavy life forward.

The crying made this funeral a bit more solemn and sad. When his cheap coffin was put into the grave, people started to offer the last flowers.

This was also the last interaction between Mr. Chobaf and the living people.

Lans also walked to the side of the grave and offered a bouquet of flowers he brought. It was thrown into the grave, together with Mr. Chobaf's coffin.

He didn't have many negative evaluations of this man. He was just a speculator in political struggle, and a failed speculator at that.

Political struggle has never had a distinction between right and wrong, only a distinction between winning and losing.

This time he lost, so it made people feel that he was very bad now, but what if he won?

Would people pity the fate of his opponents?

Lans shook his head and sincerely wished Mr. Chobaf could go to heaven, then moved to the side.

With the end of the entire process, the workers backfilled the sand and soil and sprinkled a handful of grass seeds on the grave soil.

If it were a higher-grade funeral, they would directly transplant good turf, or even make a tomb cover with marble or other precious stones protruding.

But this is a cheap funeral. Those money are not worth the money for transplanting turf, let alone marble.

Sad or calm people started to leave. He lay there and would truly die in the next few years.

No one will think of him again, including these employees of his, who will also forget him in new jobs, or be worn away by life's impression of everything in the past.

"When can those houses of his be transferred to my name?"

Lans didn't leave immediately but walked to the sunny side of the cemetery. Dense tombstones stood on the gentle hillside, hidden among the green grass in the sun. There was actually a trace of quiet holiness!

Solemn, dignified, and not frightening.

This is the place where life ends, but looking at those plants drilling out of the soil, this is also the place where life sprouts.

Lawyer Roben followed by his side. "It might take some time. First, we have to determine that these properties of his have not been mortgaged by others."

"Secondly, we might have to face some lawsuits regarding the residual value."

Lans turned to look at him, and he explained.

"If I mortgage something worth 100 dollars to you for 1 dollar, if I can't redeem it, then logically speaking, this thing belongs to you."

"But if there are many... inside," he had some small physical movements to express the state of not being able to straighten out, "... debts that need to be solved, then it is possible that the court will consider the issue of residual value realization of this thing."

"For example, if the court determines that those people are 'victims,' then they might consider auctioning this house, then giving you the part of the money he owes you, and compensating the remaining money to those victims."

Lans frowned. "Are there any such precedents?"

Lawyer Roben nodded and said, "Yes, but not many, so we might have trouble, not absolutely."

"This depends on how the judge wants to characterize those depositors."

"However, I think it is highly likely that they will not characterize those depositors who suffered losses as 'victims.' If they really do this, then the judge will definitely offend all banks at the same time."

"After all, Mr. Chobaf also has many artworks and antiques mortgaged in those banks."

"But we can't completely... not care. If this case disturbs the State Prosecutor's Office or the State Court, it might also cause some unnecessary trouble."

The price of those houses themselves is actually not very expensive. Even if there is competition, Lans is not afraid, but doing so is a bit troublesome.

In fact, there are many things behind this matter. The industries Mr. Chobaf invested in are more than that, including more than 1 million in urban infrastructure.

If these things were left to the wealthy in the Bay Area to invest themselves, they would absolutely not do it.

But if they were allowed to take over this part at an extremely low cost, they would absolutely not have the slightest hesitation.

With the help of the Bay Area, those depositors can basically only admit that they are unlucky.

The bank went bankrupt, the bank owner committed suicide, and didn't leave any inheritance. Unless this case has any special political significance, it is difficult to change.

The group of people Jin Da Bank mainly serves is Empire immigrants...

He saw Lans didn't ask about this matter anymore, so he talked about another matter. "The companies you asked me to register have all been registered, and they can be used at any time."

"This is the material..."

He gave a thick file bag in his briefcase to Lans. Lans had entrusted Lawyer Roben to register some domestic and foreign companies some time ago. These shell companies don't know when they will be useful.

The most recent one is used to talk about cooperation with the Liji Group.

Lans took the file bag and handed over a check. "You have to help me keep an eye on the house transfer. My time might not be too much recently..."

Regarding this, Lawyer Roben agreed immediately. Lans is his big client now, so he must make Lans satisfied.

The weather in mid-to-late September is no longer so sultry. Although the temperature change might only be two or three degrees, it is precisely these two or three degrees that make people feel a huge difference in their body.

On the streets of the Empire District, posters of William showing a mouthful of white teeth frequently appeared on those propaganda columns.

What's interesting is that the photographer of this poster is a professional photographer. He used some other methods to make William's teeth look white and glowing!

According to his explanation, people are more willing to believe in a healthy-toothed adult federal light-skinned male. They always link teeth with social status and ability. Lans can't understand their way of thinking.

Voting starts on September 25th, until September 28th, and then the results are announced on the 29th and 30th.

On October 15th, the new and old councilors complete the handover of work, and the new councilors officially take office.

In other words, William is only three weeks away from becoming "Councilor Lawrence."

"Lans, are you free?"

"There is something I want to chat with you about."

In the morning, Branch Chief Bulu suddenly made a phone call. Lans asked him to come directly. Ten minutes later, he saw him in the office.

"Coffee or black tea?"

Lans shouted twice, and the result was a new front desk girl pushing the door in. "Where did Colinda go?"

The new girl was a bit restrained and a bit afraid. After all... although everyone says Lans is a good person and the Lans family are good people, this is a gang after all.

She is a third-generation immigrant in the Empire District. She found this job because she had received some training, mainly in clerical work.

Seeing that Lans gave a high salary, under the pressure of life, she came to try it. She was lucky and became a new employee.

"Ms. Colinda went out on a date..."

Lans had already highly likely guessed who it was. Without a doubt, it was Arthur.

He looked at Branch Chief Bulu, and the latter immediately said, "Coffee."

Lans glanced at the new secretary again, and the latter hurriedly went to prepare.

The door closed again, and Branch Chief Bulu directly stated his purpose for finding Lans.

"Chali called me. He wants to meet you alone—just you, and him, no one else. You decide the location."

Lans nodded noncommittally and continued to look at him. Only then did he mention the second thing. "That... there is a problem on Mr. White's side."

Mr. White refers to Lans's nominal father. He frowned slightly. "What happened to him?"

His wife said before that he fell and was hospitalized, and there wasn't enough money. Lans also asked Erwin to send some money over, and also kept an eye on them for a period of time, but didn't find anything unusual.

Now that he suddenly mentioned this, Lans realized it might have something to do with himself, otherwise Branch Chief Bulu wouldn't have come to talk to himself specifically about this matter.

Branch Chief Bulu sat on the sofa. He folded his ten fingers together, and then opened them again. Just as he was about to speak, the secretary brought coffee and pushed the door in.

He said "Thank you" and took a sip of coffee.

The secretary left soon, and only then did he continue. "A new household moved in next to them, and then they called the police saying they often heard screams in the middle of the night, and then the police arranged for people to go out."

"Several rookies didn't know the relationship between you and the White family, so they searched White's residence and found that White's basement was like a torture chamber."

"His wife was tortured by him to the point of being on the verge of death, and his daughter too."

"His daughter is also pregnant."

Lans had already realized something. "Don't tell me it's his."

Branch Chief Bulu squeezed out a smile. "You guessed it right."

"What's more troublesome is that his wife said they once had two children, who were actually killed by Mr. White."

Lans took the identity of one of the children who went missing from the White family. If it is now confirmed that the two missing children are already dead, then Lans's identity is a bit embarrassing.

In fact, no one will feel that they cannot contact Lans just because Lans is not a real federalist. Maybe they cared about the identity problem at first.

But now that it has reached this situation, what they care more about is interests!

The embarrassing place is that Lans now uses the White family's surname in his official identity. If it is confirmed that he is not a member of the White family, he might have to change his name.

After all, people will feel that you are not the child of the White family, and it might be a bit inappropriate for you to use this surname?

This is the embarrassing place. Not only do many signatures need to be resigned, but people will also feel that this is like a farce!

"Is the case still in your hands now?"

Branch Chief Bulu nodded. "Yes, but because someone died, this case has to be reported."

The branch has no criminal case office, only the general bureau has it, so it has to be reported up.

Once reported, it will reach Hunter's hands, and it might produce some changes. ===== CHAPTER 428 =====