Chapter 438

440. Chapter 434: Missing girl

The small card prepared for the One-Dollar Club was made very exquisitely; Lanse fell into deep thought looking at these cards; he suddenly thought of something.

Derixi didn't disturb him, but stood on the side waiting quietly.

After about a few minutes, Lanse had some actions; he looked at Derixi, "Sorry, I lost my mind; these cards are very good, are they printed locally?"

Derixi nodded, "There is a factory, they specifically do this."

Lanse returned the card to him, "You give me the information of this factory, it might be useful in the future."

"Besides, these cards are very good, the production is very exquisite, they will like them."

"It's best to punch a hole here, so it can be tied to the keychain, so people won't lose it, and at the same time let others see it."

"Ask the design staff if they can make it more exquisite; money is not a problem."

Let it become a symbol of identity, making people willing to show it.

Now it might just be the One-Dollar Club, later there will be the Ten-Dollar Club, the Hundred-Dollar Club, or even higher-level clubs.

This will become a special system, and Lanse also derived many ideas.

He made a call to Johnny, but no one answered; Lanse took a car to the pier.

Now Johnny has long returned to work on the pier, and it is an office job.

The pier management company arranged a job with high wages and leisure for him, but he couldn't stay idle and ran around all day.

Now he can also be considered a celebrity on the pier, with capital to brag, and heard he also talked about two girlfriends.

Yes, to be able to name Johnny, if he doesn't do something different, it's sorry for the flash of inspiration in his father's brain at the moment he was born!

When the motorcade entered the pier, many people would stop and pay attention to the motorcade, and some people bowed slightly to the motorcade to show respect.

This made some new workers not very clear, "Who is in that car?"

"Is it the executive director of the pier management company?"

The old employees who knew answered, "That is Mr. Lanse's car."

"Is he very amazing?"

Looking at the appearance of the young new employee, the old employee smiled, "More amazing than you can imagine."

The new employee looked at the back of the motorcade, secretly swearing in his heart that he would also become an amazing... worker in the future.

Alright, although he has great ambition, but before he possesses the courage and guts, and cannot pay the price to change his class, he can at most become an excellent human mine, not a person above people.

When Lanse met Johnny, he was already waiting by Pier 3.

"I didn't receive your call, Mr. Lanse."

Lanse shook his head indifferently; many workers around were looking over here.

Quite a few refugee workers were introduced through the labor introduction agency, and from a certain sense, they were also Lanse's employees.

This is also one of the reasons why the pier service company can still live in peace with Lanse and the workers now.

Although they raised the wages of dock workers, now there are thousands of refugee workers working here, and these refugee workers are much cheaper than local workers.

Their expenditure not only didn't increase but shrunk a large part, and the service fees for various items on the pier were also successfully increased a lot.

Without too much change, there is more profit and less expenditure, and they are not so disgusted with Lanse anymore.

Soon Dave and others also rushed over; they had "fought side by side" before, so they would have a very special feeling for Lanse, and there were smiles on their faces when they saw him.

After simple greetings, Lanse asked about the situation on the pier casually, "No contradictions between workers, right?"

They all shook their heads; if local workers discriminated against immigrant workers before, then now it is local workers and immigrant workers together discriminating against refugee workers.

So it is said that all happiness must be established on the basis of someone not being happy, otherwise it won't reflect whether happiness is happiness or not.

Lanse pointed to the direction of the pier entrance, "I saw many people holding signs at the entrance when I came in."

Those workers who lost their jobs because of the strike stood at the pier entrance holding "We want work" signs; there were police, Lanse's people, and security guards on the pier over there.

If they dared to mess around, they would only be beaten up, so these people also learned to protest politely and civilly.

"They have no influence on us, and I feel their existence is helpful to the work efficiency on the pier."

Dave showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Refugees work very diligently, they are very afraid of losing these jobs."

Lanse nodded noncommittally; more refugees pouring in, the domestic economic situation is becoming worse, and I don't know if these people's choice to flee to the Federation is a smart choice.

"Our club will reopen soon; the one dollar I told you about before will come in handy."

He simply said the "privileges" of the One-Dollar Club; Johnny, Dave, and they all showed shocked expressions.

Dave even took the initiative to say, "Mr. Lanse, you have already helped us a lot; if you still want to give us discounts in this regard, we will be uneasy!"

Lanse shook his head, "I just don't make money, and I don't intend to lose how much; I actually haven't thought about making money from you."

"I know you are all not easy; if it can reduce some pressure on you in terms of alcohol or clothes, then these are worth it!"

Besides free alcohol, the One-Dollar Club also has a set of free clothes.

These people were moved to tears, and all patted their chests to guarantee that they would let more people know about these things.

Just while talking, several workers in the distance seemed to want to come over, but didn't know whether they should come over.

These people knew at a glance that they were refugee workers; their mental outlook was not as good as local workers, nor as good as immigrant workers.

But no matter what, these people are contributing income to Lanse every month; although these incomes are very little, they are very clean.

He said two sentences to the people around him, and Johnny ran over and led a person over.

A middle-aged man who looked about thirty-seven or thirty-eight, not very strong, with a head of black hair, very oily and very messy.

He had a sweat smell on his body; the work on the pier is not easy at all, not to mention these people are still at the bottom of the chain of contempt, they must be doing the heaviest and most tiring work on the pier.

"Is there something?", Lanse asked.

Others were behind him, examining this middle-aged man who looked very cautious and even a bit timid.

The middle-aged man's eye sockets were very red; it seems he encountered something sad.

No matter in any world, men don't shed tears easily; they always silently carry life and suffering and run forward together.

What can make his eyes red and swollen must be the difficulty he can't pass.

The man's lips moved, "Are you Mr. Lanse?"

Lanse nodded, "Besides me, there shouldn't be a second 'Mr. Lanse' here."

"Please help me!", after Lanse admitted his identity, this middle-aged man knelt on the ground directly, "My daughter is missing!"

Saying this, he cried, "She and her mother lived in other places, I don't know what happened yesterday, suddenly she disappeared..."

Lanse let Johnny help him up, "Did you report to the police?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "The police came, but..."

But what?

But the police didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

A refugee girl disappeared, nothing more than a few situations; if a large amount of police force was used on these missing refugee girls, the whole New Jincheng wouldn't find any free police.

Actually, let alone a refugee girl disappeared, even if a girl from a local family disappeared, the police would most likely just accept the case, but wouldn't keep looking for her, because they couldn't find her.

No cameras, not many eyewitnesses, this kind of kidnapping case—

If it were a kidnapping case, it most likely used transportation, which is a car.

So there wouldn't be many eyewitnesses at all; looking for a missing girl hidden in a basement of some room from a city with a population of nearly two million?

This isn't a detective novel, how could it be found?

If this case was solved in the end, it might be when these kidnappers or perverted murderers were arrested, among the many corpses dug out from some place they specifically hid corpses, one could match a certain missing case.

If these kidnappers and perverted killers were lucky enough, and they were careful enough, it is highly probable that these cases would never be solved in this life.

Just like the oil drums under Angel Lake, behind every oil drum is a terrible case, perhaps even more than one, but who has seen them solved?

Lanse looked at this middle-aged man who was crying loudly, sighed lightly, "Do you have a photo of your daughter?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lanse!", he hurriedly took out a pocket watch of his, brass, very old.

After opening the pocket watch, there was a slightly blurry photo in the watch case; it should have been taken two years ago; the girl was very beautiful, with a single ponytail, and that youthful breath could almost be emitted through the photo.

"I'll take the photo for now, I'll have people pay attention to it, you and your wife should be prepared mentally."

"I'm not scaring you, just telling you such a fact; there is a high probability she won't be found."

The middle-aged man could only nod, "I will, I will, just I... sorry..."

Lanse patted his arm, "If there is news, I will have people come to find you."

He said and paused, "Are there many such things over there?"

He nodded, "Quite a few have disappeared, and this is just what I know; there must be others in other places."

Lanse pursed his lips, "Do you have other children?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "There is also a young son."

"Take good care of him!", he took out twenty dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's pocket, "Don't lose this too, go to the Empire District or nearby to rent a house."

"Xingang is too bad over there!"

Xingang District is actually that part of the west side of the Port District; now it still belongs to the Port District from the city administrative division, and hasn't been truly separated.

But in daily formal work, it is treated as an unsuccessful new district.

There is no police station over there, and police patrols won't go over; after all, there was nothing over there before, and it was still very desolate.

So there will be many problems over there.

This is a very, very complex situation, and Lanse can't solve it either.

Locals don't welcome refugees; this point can actually be understood.

Everyone is living well, suddenly a group of refugees broke in, wanting to share your living space, and even share your public resources and job opportunities; who can like this group of people appearing here?

So refugees are basically crowded in the Xingang District, with no police, no public security, no various measures, and the crime rate is extremely high.

At this time, Lanse didn't have the idea of continuing to stay here; he had people go to see if there were any other refugees who needed help.

From the moment they started working for themselves, they were no longer ordinary refugees in a sense; they were Lanse's employees, Lanse's people!

When sitting in the car, Ma Duoer, who was responsible for Lanse's safety, asked softly, "Was it done by those people in the Bay Area?"

Ma Duoer also has a daughter, but she is very young; he can understand the pain of that man!

If his daughter was kidnapped, he would definitely go crazy and kill everyone who might have done so!

Lanse nodded gloomily, "There is a high probability it is like this."

"Although Red Heels was closed, the demand in the Bay Area won't disappear because of this; they might have set up a more secret Red Heels themselves, we just don't know."

"These refugee girls have become their highest-quality hunting targets; don't worry about it being impossible to clean up; at most they spend some money to solve the girl's family, and no one will continue to find trouble for them."

Ma Duoer hit the armrest on the car seat hard, "These scums!"

He said and looked at Lanse, "We... do nothing?"

Lanse looked at the photo in his hand, only the size of a cross-section of an egg; the girl inside smiled so simply and brilliantly, and he closed his palm again, "Must do something."

The car soon returned to the company; Lanse found Allen, "Go and find a way to get more of this photo; ask our people, and some passersby, if anyone has seen her."

Allen looked at the photo; he also felt that this was a very beautiful girl, "What happened to her?"

"Might have been kidnapped."

Allen actually didn't know much about the situation of Red Heels; only Lanse's absolute confidants knew about this, but Allen still felt regretful and nervous.

"Such a beautiful girl, it would be too pitiful if she was hurt; I'll go do it!"

Soon, people in the Empire District and Port District could see someone asking if they knew the whereabouts of this girl.

But after a day, there were no valuable clues.

Actually, Lanse could completely ignore this matter, but a breath was pressing in his chest; if he didn't care, he would look down on himself!

After Elvin came back in the evening, he asked about this matter, "Is this girl very important?"

Lanse shook his head, "I don't know her, nor do I know her father; I only know her father works for us."

"Then you this...", he didn't understand; quite a few people were mobilized to do this today, and some other work was delayed.

Lanse leaned on the chair, shaking the wine in the cup, "First I am a person, then I am me; I have my own joys, sorrows, and pleasures; I feel they did a disgusting thing under my nose."

"If I don't figure this out, my breath won't be smooth, I will always be uncomfortable!"

Elvin understood, "For your health!"

"Maybe you should ask Chief Bulu; they might have some information we don't know very well; after all, they are the local snakes."

Lanse was stunned for a moment, pointed to Elvin, put down the wine glass, and picked up the phone, "I forgot this point."

Soon he called Chief Bulu branch director; Chief Bulu branch director was being intimate with his wife, but he still picked up the phone.

Because people who would call him after work are either his relatives, people with good relationships, or people he can't afford to offend.

After the phone was connected, Lanse looked at the receiver in his hand; Elvin was blank, and he put the receiver back to his ear, "Did I disturb you?"

The sound of applause came faintly from the receiver; originally Chief Bulu branch director didn't have any feeling, but Lanse said so, he suddenly came to spirit, and there was an excitement that couldn't be said!

He suddenly increased his strength, the sound was louder, and his wife couldn't help but make some sounds, "No, no, I am very good..."

"You fucking have a disease, Chief Bulu!"

Lanse "praised" him, "I have a girl missing here; is there any way to find her?"

"Girl?", Chief Bulu branch director used one heart for two purposes, "I heard, you seemed to be looking for her this afternoon."

Lanse nodded and said yes, "I suspect she might have been kidnapped by people in the Bay Area... Fuck!", the sound over there became louder, and Chief Bulu branch director's opponent didn't seem to suppress her emotions anymore, shouting very unrestrainedly.

"Almost there!"

Lanse put the receiver in a farther place; after about twenty seconds, Chief Bulu branch director's dirty words and roars came from inside; the battle ended.

He let out a heavy breath, "Are you still there?"

Lanse then picked up the receiver, "Next time you do this again, I'll have people go over and beat you up!"

Chief Bulu branch director is now completely tied to Lanse, instead becoming more reckless.

"It's your phone that didn't come at the right time; you can't make me stop, right?"

It seems to be like this; Lanse didn't speak.

Chief Bulu branch director continued, "Is this girl very important?"

"I mean, if she isn't very important, actually we don't have to find her."

"You don't know that after looking for her, you will find her in the basement of some big shot's house."

"I have seen the photo of this girl, very beautiful; when we find her, she has a high probability of already being hurt, or even piece by piece!"

"From the perspective of me as a police officer, letting her family think she is still alive is better than letting them go to identify the corpse."

"As long as she hasn't been found for a day, they can still retain hope for a day!"