Chapter 54: Small Problem

A sandwich with ham, tomato, and egg is just better than dry bread.

In the afternoon, a group of young people walked on the street, holding ham and egg sandwiches just made by the bakery. A smile called "happiness" appeared on everyone's face.

They are poor people. Even if poor people can afford ham and egg sandwiches, they won't do so, because compared to spending fifteen cents and not even filling their stomachs, they are more likely to choose to spend five cents to fill their stomachs.

Life is not a romantic thing.

Especially when you are poor.

If someone tells you that even a poor life is romantic, then you have to think about what you have that can be coveted by the other party.

A path full of infinite possibilities and vitality, or a grain path that can develop multiple functions.

The test to be accepted in the face of life is not just the determination to walk on in a life of hardship, but also thoughts, and even the bottom line.

This group of young people, around twenty years old, whose best thing they have eaten in their lives might be one-dollar-a-pound beef, ate ham for the first time. Although there were only a few thin slices, it was enough to make them full of new expectations for the future.

"So delicious.", Enio, whose cheeks were already bulging high, couldn't help but sigh, "I have never eaten this kind of food. It tastes much better than I imagined!"

He looked down at the sandwich, "I can't say what this taste is. There is a little smoky taste, and a very special fragrance. It is constantly coming out of my mouth."

"The breath I'm breathing out now is ham-flavored!", he breathed out some breath and smelled it, almost feeling nauseous.

The mixture of that bad breath and the ham taste made him lose his appetite for a moment.

Compared to Enio's desire for expression, Mo Lisi didn't speak. He ate very finely. Although his mother's ability to earn money was not bad, he also hadn't eaten a ham sandwich.

This taste made him... have an unreal illusion, and some desires also sprouted in his heart.

If there were more money, would he and his family surely be as happy as he is now?

Other little friends also echoed one after another. This breakfast cost them over a dollar, but they didn't feel it was extravagant, because they now earn over ten dollars every day.

Averaged out to each person, it's about two-plus dollars.

With an income of over two dollars a day, spending fifteen cents to enjoy a delicious food is not a big problem.

After finishing the sandwich, the young people stood at the entrance of the alley. Enio took out cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to each, and then everyone leaned together and started puffing.

Coming to this alley destined to be full of "money prospects," Enio knocked on the wooden door. With a click, the small iron piece was pulled open, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the door.

"We came to play. We came yesterday; you should have seen us.", Enio looked at his little friends and chatted in a very familiar tone.

The guard closed the observation port and pulled open the wooden door. It was a person he hadn't seen before.

He looked somewhat serious and scanned each of them impolitely, then slowly stepped aside to give them space to enter.

Enio's gaze lingered on him for a moment, then he took his little friends into the casino together.

The big man didn't close the door immediately but walked outside the door and looked around, then returned inside the wooden door and locked it.

When the group was walking down the stairs, they didn't notice that it was exceptionally quiet here at this time.

When they walked halfway yesterday, they could already hear the noisy commotion below, but now, it was so quiet that only the echo of footsteps remained.

When they arrived at the casino, Enio looked at the empty casino somewhat at a loss. There wasn't a single gambler here.

Several thugs were sitting or standing by the gambling table, and the dealers were cleaning up various gambling games.

On a sofa in the middle of the casino, a guy was sitting with his body leaning forward, playing with a handgun in his hand.

Enio already felt something was wrong. He intended to retreat, but at this time, the big man guarding the door had blocked the stairs, and they couldn't get away.

The casino boss looked up and down at these young people. He knew Mo Lisi; he often saw him in the casino.

Some of the others he might have seen somewhere else, looking a bit familiar, but not much.

He leaned back, leaned on the sofa, "Yesterday, you provided loan services to my guests in my casino."

This was a statement in a declarative sentence, and the tone was full of unquestionable flavor, "You didn't follow the rules. You overstepped."

Those thugs all stood up. Some were carrying baseball bats, and some even had daggers in their hands. These young people were all scared!

Enio's body trembled slightly. Although he had helped his little friends fight in school, this might be the most violent thing he had ever done.

Perhaps in their eyes, this was a very terrifying thing, but really putting it in front of these people who violate the law and discipline, that was just children's play.

"I... don't know what the rules are. I did this for the first time.", Enio tried to explain.

The casino boss took out a half-smoked cigar from his bosom, relit it, and raised his chin, "Give our little friends a lesson..."

In the afternoon, Lans just came back from the Commercial Service Bureau. He registered a labor intermediary company, "Wanli Labor Intermediary Company," and the scope of business was recruiting workers and renting and selling labor. Of course, it wouldn't be written so directly on paper.

There are many such companies in New Jincheng, and some that are doing well already have a large scale.

From the perspective of the city's supporting services and the city's own development, doing this now might be a bit late. The biggest cake had already been pulled by others onto their own plates.

But for Lans, it wasn't actually too late, because he had his own resources.

Just back at the company, he saw Mo Lisi squatting at the door, and Meiluo was comforting him.

"What's wrong?", Lans walked over, and the two stood up immediately, which made Lans notice that he was bruised and swollen. It looked like he had been beaten up severely?

"Who hit you?", he asked.

Mo Lisi gritted his teeth, "The casino boss. He said we shouldn't do business in his casino, beat us up, and also... took all our money. The others were detained. He asked me to find you, saying you must come forward for this matter, otherwise they will kill Enio and the others!"

When he said this, his body trembled slightly, perhaps because he recalled the terrible things, or perhaps because of anger.

Lans's eyebrows stood up when he heard it. Doing business in someone else's casino... this was indeed a bit inappropriate, but if it was said that they had to be beaten up for this, and all the money had to be taken away, and they threatened to kill these young people, it seemed inappropriate. It should just be a kind of intimidation.

He handed the materials in his hand to Meiluo, "I'll go take a look."

Meiluo took the materials and was a bit worried, "Will there be danger?"

Lans shook his head, "Don't worry."

He let Mo Lisi get in the car, and then drove away.

Along the way, he let Mo Lisi tell the story of the past two days in detail, including what happened after they were caught.

"... My father loses money every time he gambles, and every time I go, I can see many people losing all their money and looking for others to borrow money everywhere, so I think we can make some business there."

"... We were beaten up. They didn't want to listen to our explanation, and then asked in detail which company we were from. We didn't say."

Mosili secretly glanced at Lans, "Enio didn't say at first, but later his arm was broken, and he couldn't help but say it."

Lans drove with an expressionless face. He nodded while listening. Not long after, the car stopped outside Lezhu.

"Wait for me in the car for a few minutes. I'll be back soon."

Regarding Enio "betraying" himself, he didn't feel it was excessive. In a sense, he and Enio were just partners, and the other party had no obligation to sacrifice himself to protect him.

So when he heard that Enio had his arm broken before saying it, he not only wasn't angry but felt that this young man was a bit stupid.

Anyway, it was a matter that would be said sooner or later, why did he have to wait until he suffered a torture before saying it?

But perhaps this was also some kind of belief of young people, persistence.

"Hi.", the little beauty at the front desk saw it was Lans, raised her hand to give a very perfunctory greeting, and lowered her head to fill in the crossword puzzle on the newspaper.

Lans came to the lounge. Fudisi was playing pinball. When he saw him coming, he immediately put down the game in his hand, walked over quickly, and hugged him, "I didn't hear you were coming?"

"The order those few young guys of yours did last time was a bit rough, not as delicate as you did, but fortunately, the matter was perfectly resolved."

Lans nodded twice. He wasn't here to chat about this, "Can you lend me a gun?"

Fudisi's expression froze slightly, then became serious, "Weapons are no problem. Do you need my help?"

Lans shook his head, "A bit of a small problem. A few friends went to do business and were detained by an underground casino. I plan to go over and take a look."

Hearing this, Fudisi was a bit surprised, "If that casino isn't authorized by the Koda family, you can actually report them."

"They will give you a sum of money and then help you solve this trouble."

This was a good idea. Lans asked, "How long will this process take?"

"About two or three days. They sometimes look more like a government agency than an organization. In terms of efficiency, they don't look like a gang at all!"

"Time is too late. I can't wait that long. I'll get the people out first, and then consider other things."

"By the way, it's better to give me a dagger too."

Fudisi thought for a while, "If you need our help, you must tell me. I believe that even the boss would be very happy to help you!"

He said and turned to walk toward the courtyard, "Come with me..."

They crossed the courtyard and came to the second floor he hadn't been to before. A fat man with a big beard wearing suspenders was working in front of a hand-cranked machine tool.

"Is there a safe handgun?", Fudisi asked.

The big beard glanced at him, "You use it?"

Fudisi tilted his head. He casually took a revolver from the cabinet next to him, walked to the "counter," and put the handgun on it.

He put his hands on the counter, tilted his head slightly, "Magre police defense revolver. The police are all using this thing. Hitting the vital point can also be fatal. No gun number. I re-pulled the rifling, ensuring there won't be other cases implicating you here."

"Of course, I hope that when you are caught, don't implicate us here."

A stranger coming to get a gun must be going to "work." He must make some things clear in advance.

Lans nodded, checked the handgun, "Can I fire two shots?"

The big beard pointed to the target hanging on the wall in the distance, "Of course you can."

After paying one hundred and fifty dollars, Lans left with this gun, a box of bullets, and a magazine loader.

Fudisi gave him a very ordinary dagger. Although ordinary, it was very sharp.

Mo Lisi watched Lans come back with a handgun, and that panic suddenly disappeared.

In his heart, a gun represents absolute power! ===== CHAPTER 55 =====