Chapter 453: 456. Chapter 449: The Situation is Not Right

456. Chapter 449: The Situation is Not Right

One warehouse after another was opened, and warehouse after warehouse of agricultural products were polluted by industrial waste; the general manager's blood pressure rose a lot in an instant.

Things like those with larger volume and thicker skin, agricultural products, such as pumpkins, are relatively easier to handle.

How to handle those with thin skin?

Just wiping them might wipe off the skin, and the most critical thing is that those pungent smells are not so easy to remove!

Just the cost of cleaning all these crops has already exceeded the profit they can bring to the company, not to mention that even if nothing is done, just disposing of these crops also requires cost!

"What is the total loss?"

He stood at a distance from the warehouse, and the staff reported a number. "Warehouses 5, 7, and 9 were polluted; the total loss is about 350,000."

350,000.

The general manager held his forehead and turned to look at the distant sea; he had a headache now.

He didn't know how to report to the head office, telling them that because of some waste engine oil and the like, the company lost a large sum of money, and they might have to spend 20,000 or 30,000 to deal with these polluted crops!

What would the board of directors think?

What would the president think?

He didn't know.

He only knew that Lanse and his group were really not to be trifled with!

The distant siren gradually approached from far to near; soon two police cars stopped outside the warehouse; several policemen got out of the car, they were wearing uniforms, and walked toward the warehouse with wide-brimmed police hats.

The general manager hurriedly walked over.

"Who reported the police?"

"I asked someone to report the police!"

Several policemen stopped, turned to look at the general manager. "What's the matter?"

"Someone stole your things?"

Theft cases often occur on the wharf, and basically 95% of theft cases are more or less related to the workers.

There are too many warehouses here, and many warehouses are short-term, perhaps only rented for three or five days.

They follow a cargo ship from somewhere else to here, then stay in the warehouse for three or five days, and then take the next cargo ship to another port.

This situation is many; if there were no workers as insiders, those theft gangs wouldn't know which warehouse had valuable things, nor would they know when to start.

Theft is also the easiest case to happen on the wharf; after all, the things were placed there before, and for the workers, it is actually very easy to get this wealth, as long as they have enough courage.

The general manager shook his head. "You'd better go in and see for yourself; it's not convenient for me to say."

Several policemen looked at each other, two of them walked in, and soon they came out, still with some unpleasant emotions on their faces.

Too pungent!

"You must have offended someone!", one of the police officers in charge of this police report case made a judgment.

A large number of crops were smeared with these waste materials, basically completely ruined.

And these crops with waste materials cannot be buried directly in the nearby land, nor can they be thrown into rivers or soil.

The Federation's bills on industrial pollution control began to be submitted one after another more than ten years ago, and were passed.

Among them, the more famous ones are the "Water Pollution Act" and the "Toxic Chemical Agents Act," which clearly stipulate that it is forbidden to dump garbage that may cause floating oil into natural waters, and it is forbidden to naturally discharge or bury chemical synthetics that can cause harm to soil, plants, etc., and have toxicity.

These garbage must be treated harmlessly, and this cost is not low.

If they hadn't offended someone, those people wouldn't necessarily use such troublesome means to retaliate against them.

"There are two other warehouses like this!", the general manager added, and the police officer who was watching the newcomer record the case raised his head to look at him.

The police officer's eyes were filled with a look of "you must have some clues." "Who did you offend recently?"

The general manager said the name. "It might be... people from the Lanse family; I'm not sure, but we should have some conflict with them."

All four policemen looked at him, their eyes as if saying "you're kidding me."

The general manager, whose focus was constantly jumping on the four people, felt uneasy, and finally fell on the police officer. "What happened?"

The police officer shook his head. "Nothing, why do you think it's them?"

The general manager didn't know how to say it, because they wanted to default, which caused Lanse to lose millions in profit.

Then this time they set a trap to retaliate, and the company decided to confront hard?

And he didn't have any evidence.

The police officer seemed to have discovered this point too; he took a few steps forward and walked to the front of the general manager. "Do you have evidence?"

The general manager shook his head. "I don't have any evidence at the moment."

The police officer poked his chest with his finger. "Without evidence, don't talk nonsense; this will add a lot of extra trouble to our investigation; you are misleading us!"

The general manager always felt that there was no problem with the content of what he said, but the way he expressed it seemed to have a problem.

But he couldn't say clearly what the problem was, so he could only nod and say, "Okay, I won't say things without evidence again."

The police officer nodded. "That's best!" He paused. "We will arrange for people to investigate this case, but I'm afraid there won't be any big results in a short time."

The police officer tilted his head; other police officers had already started to get into the car; the general manager couldn't help but chase two steps and lowered his voice. "I know Chief Du Ke."

They had contact before; the Liji Group donated a lot of money to Charlie, who was the police chief at the time; they organized a police activity.

As a relatively core area of the Liji Group, the Port Branch also participated in this activity.

At that time, Branch Chief Du Ke was not a branch chief, but a deputy sheriff, but he also had the qualifications to participate in this donation activity organized by capital.

At the event, the general manager had seen Du Ke.

He wanted to use this way to tell this police officer that he also had people in the police station.

The police officer sneered. "You can call him and let him come out of the office to handle the case for you; you look like you trust him more!"

After speaking, without waiting for the general manager to say anything, he got into the car and left, leaving only the general manager with a face of "what happened"!

He looked at the staff around him; those people consciously moved their eyes away; he could only scold a few times and light a cigarette.

At this time, the insurance company people also came; after they simply checked the scene, they told the general manager that these goods were not insured.

The general manager had an unbelievable expression on his face!

"How is this possible?"

"Many of our agricultural products are insured!"

He emphasized again and again, "Did you make a mistake?"

Several insurance company staff members who appeared at the scene shook their heads. "We can confirm that these are uninsured; the warehouses and commodities you insured do not involve these warehouses and the things inside."

"Here is a copy, you can see it yourself."

The general manager grabbed the insurance policy copy and read it seriously.

The more he read, the uglier his face became, because the things in these warehouses were really not insured.

The staff there continued. "Also, sir, even if these were insured, they might not be paid to you."

"Honestly, we have never encountered this situation, so it is not in our payment rules."

With the spirit of insurance companies trying every means to refuse insurance, as long as "polluted by waste engine oil" is not written in the contract, then they will refuse insurance 100%!

The general manager couldn't help but scold a few more times; if before, he still retained a glimmer of hope.

If the insurance company could compensate for a part, then the head office might not be so angry!

But now, the insurance company didn't pay a cent, and they had to spend money to deal with these industrial wastes; if they calculated the profit they should have earned, their actual loss might exceed 500,000!

500,000!

This is not 5,000, not 50,000, it is 500,000!

His face was extremely ugly, asking people to guard other warehouses, and he drove back to the company himself; he had to report this sudden situation as soon as possible.

Just when he was in the elevator, thinking about how to report this matter to the vice president or the board of directors, he suddenly associated.

If the goods in these warehouses were all stored for a short time, does it mean that they also have to face contract claims?

A chill made him feel strong unease!

If you calculate the claims, even if it is 50% compensation, the total loss might exceed 750,000!

Thinking of this, his speed was faster; the moment he was about to enter the door, his secretary handed over a small package.

"Someone said it must be handed to you; this is a gift."

The box was not too big; he shook it in his hand, there seemed to be something inside; he was in no mood to open it now.

He closed the door, walked to his office chair and sat down, spent a few minutes smoothing out the thinking of speaking, and then picked up the phone...

More than twenty minutes later, the phone was hung up; the board of directors was naturally very dissatisfied with him, thinking that there was also his responsibility in this.

He of course knew that this was the board of directors looking for a scapegoat, and he could only respond passively.

But fortunately, the commissioner would arrive in Jingang City soon; by then, he would temporarily transfer all power to the commissioner.

The board of directors asked him to urge the local police to solve the case as soon as possible, or provide some valuable clues.

As for his mention that it might be done by the Lanse family, although the board of directors said nothing, he thought they should include this guess in the choice of handling.

After hanging up the phone, he sat withered for a long time before remembering the package at hand.

He used a beautiful envelope knife worth 4.99 to cut the outer layer of the package; there was a box inside; he opened the lid.

It was a simple model like a sand table, a toy of an intersection, a violently destroyed small car, and a truck model.

"What the hell is this?" He reached out to grab the truck; the moment his hand touched the truck, he shivered as if he had been electrocuted!

He remembered the last commissioner.

He died on the way to the Starlight District like this.

This is intimidation, it is a threat!

But he was also really scared.

He looked at this toy for a long time, stood up, and walked back and forth a few steps.

He didn't want to die.

He also had connections in the board of directors; the vice president was his connection; he still had a beautiful future; he had money, his family also had money; he hadn't enjoyed these beautiful things yet!

"These gangs are really lawless, fuck!" He roared in the office with his fist.

The wooden door with excellent sound insulation blocked the spread of sound; the secretary outside the door didn't hear his roar.

But even if she heard it, it is highly likely that she wouldn't say anything or do anything.

He cursed the inactive City Hall inside, cursed the inactive Charlie and his police station, and the new Chief Hunter.

Even cursed the Lanse family and Lanse himself a few times.

But in the end, he sat decadently on the sofa, covering his face with both hands.

He, by a gang, was threatened!

Very simple, but also a chilling threat, because it did happen!

He was a bit dazed; he felt that this time the company would lose again.

The police car that went out returned to the police station quickly; the police officer went to the chief's office and said this matter.

Branch Chief Du Ke nodded slightly after listening. "You did a good job."

The police officer asked, "The case over there?"

Branch Chief Du Ke pondered for a while. "Follow the process; if you find any important clues, remember to let the newcomer do it."

A look of understanding appeared on the police officer's face; letting the newcomer do it, to put it bluntly, is to destroy evidence.

Whether it is direct destruction or the evidence's effectiveness disappearing in the collection process, it is a good way.

And the reason is also very sufficient; the newcomer doesn't know much about these, so they messed it up, and the police station will handle them internally.

As for whether it is really handled, how to handle it, that is the police team's internal business, and it has nothing to do with them.

"Anything else?", Branch Chief Du Ke asked; the police officer shook his head, and he let the other party leave.

Then he picked up the phone and dialed Lanse's office number.

Lanse just sent them money; if he touches Lanse at this time, Lanse doesn't need to do anything, the police will make him embarrassed.

Don't look at him as a branch chief, but if the police in the branch are dissatisfied with him being the chief, they strike, and he will also lose his job!

Yes, the police will also strike, and the police have struck many times.

For the federal people, the police are just a job; if necessary, they can do this completely, and there will be no psychological burden.

The phone was connected quickly.

"A case happened on the wharf...", he simply narrated it once. "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Lanse's gentle voice came from the receiver. "Thank you, I believe we didn't leave any important evidence; if there are other discoveries, you handle it, call me."

Branch Chief Du Ke laughed loudly. "This is what I should do; everyone is very grateful to you."

The two chatted a few more words and hung up the phone.

Branch Chief Du Ke shook his head looking at the phone; why provoke Lanse well?

Perhaps ordinary people are still worshiping and obsessed with the legends of the five major families.

But as the law enforcer of this city, he knows very well that Lanse's strength has exceeded those weaker ones.

He is not a king, but he already has the potential qualification to challenge the king!

The news developed very rapidly on the wharf; before noon, almost everyone knew about this, and many people ran over to watch the excitement.

Some people remembered the blue-clad workers they hadn't seen last night. However, they were all very sensible and didn't speak.

There are three groups of workers working on the wharf now.

The first group, mainly local workers like Johnny and Dave.

They are the worker group standing on Lanse's side, choosing to stand on Lanse's side since the last strike storm.

The second group is the worker group mainly composed of immigrant workers and illegal immigrants; they are one of the largest groups on this wharf.

And this part of people, almost all work for Lanse; Lanse controls their work opportunities here.

Especially those illegal immigrants, Lanse only needs one sentence, and they will lose the work in their hands.

The third part is the refugee worker group mainly composed of refugee groups; they live at the bottom, have not come into contact with any interest groups in the Federation, and are absolutely clean on interest issues.

At the same time, they all work for Lanse; strictly speaking, it is Lanse who hired them and sent them to work on the wharf.

So Lanse has the power to fire them at any time!

Under the coverage of these three groups, they can actually easily guess some inside stories, but no one will say it.

The new wharf club has begun trial operation again, and people have enjoyed cheap alcoholic beverages again.

And these are all brought by Mr. Lanse!

They are too grateful to Lanse, how can they report him?

Whether it is the police or the Liji Group's investigators, everyone said they hadn't seen strangers, nor had they seen oil tankers or anything coming to the wharf; the investigation went directly into a dead end!

After nine o'clock in the evening, Bandi just came back from the entertainment outside; his butler took off his coat while saying, "A gentleman from Jinzhou has been calling you; he left a number and said he would wait for you until dawn."

Bandi drank some wine; his face was a bit flushed; he was clearly stunned for a moment at this time. "Jinzhou?"

"Yes, sir."

This made him wake up a bit; the special zone is in Jinzhou, and the capital of the Federation is also in Jinzhou.

He took a hot towel from the maid, wiped his face, and the whole person was much more energetic. "Send a pot of strong coffee to my office, and get some fruit."

"Also, prepare, I want to take a bath at night."

People started to do their own things; the butler followed him to the study.

Bandi looked at the name and phone number on the card; a guy who was slightly incidental and still had a small mustache appeared in his mind.

He picked up the phone and dialed according to that number...