Chapter 466: Do We Have a Grudge? [666+17 (last month's)]

The worker in the detention room lay on the bench, looking at the ceiling.

What he was thinking about in his brain was the matter of the "twenty thousand dollars" the lawyer said.

To be honest, he was moved by that sum of money; after all, that was twenty thousand dollars.

According to his current spending, calculating that he can leave about fifteen dollars a month.

A year is no more than one hundred and eighty dollars.

Twenty thousand dollars is the savings he can only obtain in one hundred years, but now, he only needs to make some different decisions to be able to save it into his account.

He turned his body, looking at the wall, and what he was thinking about in his brain was the matter of "if I have twenty thousand dollars, what can I do."

If I have twenty thousand dollars, I should buy a bigger house.

If I have twenty thousand dollars, I can buy a car; everyone likes to drive.

If I have twenty thousand dollars, I can buy some fashionable furniture.

If I have twenty thousand dollars... what else can I do?

He suddenly felt a bit blank, because he was not sure that after he owned these twenty thousand dollars, what kind of qualitative change this money could bring to his life!

What it can do, ten thousand dollars can also do.

What ten thousand dollars cannot do, twenty thousand dollars actually cannot do either!

For example, changing social class; no matter if it's ten thousand dollars or twenty thousand dollars, it cannot be done.

He turned his body again, looking at the door of the detention room, a very sturdy iron door, blocking his embrace of freedom.

Five years is a very long period; his child, his wife, his parents...

That guy's words kept lingering in his brain. Originally very firm will became not so firm again. He didn't want to lose the important stage of his child's growth, didn't want to lose the important company to his wife, and didn't want to become a reliance his parents couldn't touch.

He thought a lot, and even felt that he had learned parallel sentences like a poet!

He turned around again, facing the ceiling again, and in his brain, he subconsciously thought of those workers doing odd jobs outside the dock, thought of the scene where those vicious people brought baseball bats in to see people and hit them.

Thought of someone lying in a pool of blood, while the people who created these tragedies left shoulder-to-shoulder with the police.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in his brain.

"Here, is New Jincheng!"

Yes, here is New Jincheng!

He has a child who is growing up, entrusting the expectation for the future development of the family, needing to grow up sturdily!

He has a gentle wife, although her body is a bit smelly, and she doesn't love to bathe that much, but she has plenty of moisture!

He has a pair of parents; they raised this waste of himself, but this has already exhausted their full strength. It is time to let them also walk through the last stage of life peacefully!

He is just a small character; what is easiest for a small character is to be smashed to pieces by giant waves.

He doesn't think he and his family can resist the pursuit of the Lansi family, even if those people promised to send him away.

Growing up in New Jincheng, what he heard most from childhood to adulthood was the pursuit order of gangs.

They will send people specifically to search for the information of those people, and then arrange for a killer one day to kill them in a corner!

Thinking of this, he suddenly couldn't sit still. He stood up, walked to the door, and slapped the door hard, "I want to see Mr. Lansi!"

Ten-plus minutes later, Lansi came here. Originally he shouldn't have come himself, or he could completely let others come.

But because Ma Duoer discovered that someone was watching him, he felt that this information might be very important.

Not underestimating any intelligence at a critical moment can ensure that his interests are not harmed, so he came personally.

The worker saw Lansi come personally and was also very surprised. His butt immediately left the chair, and he said somewhat uneasily, "Mr. Lansi."

Lansi raised his hand and pressed it virtually, signaling him to sit down. Several people in the room walked to the corner, staring at the worker sitting in the chair with their arms crossed, the atmosphere a bit stiff.

"Don't care about them, they are just to protect our safety," Lansi said, paused, took a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one over, "Do you smoke?"

The worker was stunned for a moment, a bit flustered, and took the cigarette, "Yes, I smoke, thank you, thank you, Mr. Lansi."

After Lansi lit his own cigarette, he threw the matches over, "So, do you have anything to say to me?"

The worker took a deep breath of smoke, and the smoke filled his lung lobes, making his whole person seem to stretch out.

He flicked the ash, actually nothing flicked down, after all, this was the first puff.

"Just now a police officer came in and asked me to commit perjury when the court opens."

The one who came with Lansi was also Branch Chief Du Ke. Lansi turned his head to look at him, and the latter had an expression of disbelief, but soon his face became very ugly!

"I'll go and understand it," Lansi nodded, his gaze returning to the worker, "Do you mind telling me what he said to you again?"

"Of course not!"

"Mr. Lansi, I notified you just to tell you all this!"

He said everything that "police officer" said to him. Lansi smoked while listening quietly. He crossed his legs, his hands on his legs, "He said it makes some sense."

He first evaluated it, "I will have people pay attention to these things, ensure your child won't be bullied, you can also see your wife often, and your parents will also be very safe."

The worker was a bit incredulous, "Can I see them often?"

Lansi smiled and tilted his head, "Originally no, but now yes!"

"After you come out, you don't have to work at the dock; come directly to the company, I will arrange a job more suitable for you!"

The worker had a look of surprise. He hurriedly stood up, bent his waist, and put his hands together, "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lansi..."

Lansi waited for his emotions to calm down a bit before saying, "You did very well. Those outsiders simply don't understand; here is New Jincheng, our New Jincheng!"

"They only mess around, only bring harm!"

At this time, Du Ke also walked in from outside the door. He stood beside him with the guard responsible for the detention room.

He stood by with his hands on his hips and signaled the fat guard to speak.

The fat guard's face was a bit pale. He took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, and accidentally knocked his hat to the ground.

A head of hair stuck together because of sweat, and his fat white body made those movements look ridiculous, but no one laughed.

He picked up the hat with some difficulty, and the handkerchief was already a bit damp, "Mr. Lansi, I was here all day today and didn't leave. Earlier, a colleague said he wanted to treat me to donuts and also asked me to smoke a cigarette."

"I swear, I only left for five minutes..." he said as if thinking of something, "Right, when I came, I saw an unfamiliar police officer coming out from inside."

"That person..."

Lansi stood up, and the fat police officer's body began to tremble, and his eyes also carried pleading.

Only those of them who have high-level contact with Lansi and the Lansi family will understand the terrible part of the Lansi family.

Others, police officers in other regions, ordinary people, gang members, simply don't understand!

They move and move and kill a bunch of people, and everyone's body is filled with bullets!

Whether it's police, hostile gang members, or those who offended them, as long as Lansi thinks you are guilty, then those people will kill you!

Lansi walked in front of him, looked at him for a while, and then showed some smiles, "Take us to find your good colleague."

At this time, the fat police officer didn't have any psychological resistance at all. He put on his hat again, licked his lips, and didn't care about wiping the sweat on his face, "Of course, Mr. Lansi, please come with me!"

Branch Chief Du Ke hesitated, but still sighed and followed them away.

That police officer who had just received a favor from Hunter didn't know what was going to happen next. He was considering how to make the money in his hand exert the greatest value without making people feel anything unusual.

Suddenly, the office around him became quiet all at once, and most people looked over at his side.

His face was full of confusion. Following the gaze of others, he turned slightly and then looked back.

At that moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood up in a fluster.

The scraping sound of the chair legs sliding on the ground was particularly harsh. He was very panicked.

The fat police officer stood by, looking at him with eyes full of hatred, which made him realize that something was wrong!

Lansi was just about to speak, and Branch Chief Du Ke gave Lansi a look. After the two looked at each other for a moment, Lansi didn't open his mouth.

He gave Branch Chief Du Ke some face.

The latter said, "Come to my office for a trip; there are some things we need you for."

The police officer was a bit at a loss, but still followed with a stiff upper lip. A large group of people left, and the office immediately returned to being lively, but what people were discussing was what exactly happened.

No one knew what happened; at least until someone announced it, they wouldn't know.

Branch Chief Du Ke's office was on the fifth floor. After coming to the office, Lansi sat in Branch Chief Du Ke's position, and Branch Chief Du Ke left first.

He found an excuse at random, and only Lansi's people and two police officers were left in the room.

"Have we met before?" Lansi asked.

That police officer was silent for a while, then shook his head, "No, we haven't met, Mr. Lansi."

Lansi nodded noncommittally, "Then have I offended you?"

This sentence was a bit heavy, and the police officer's heart began to beat violently uncompetitively. He tried his best to soothe his emotions, telling himself "everything is fine."

"No, you haven't offended me, Mr. Lansi."

Lansi raised his hand to smooth his hair, "Then can you tell me, we haven't met, and I haven't offended you, why did you help others to deal with me?" ===== CHAPTER 467 =====