Chapter 612

People's happiness cannot be hidden.

As soon as one thinks of happy things, one will reveal a smile; this is a person.

Boni's life had been going well recently; he and his family had moved out of the shacks they had built themselves in the Xingang District and rented a house at the junction of the Port District and the Xingang District.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford a better house, purely because he didn't want to let his family be too far away.

Although in the eyes of many people, the Xingang District being occupied by refugees had become a huge stain on this city, and it was also the dirtiest place.

But there, there were him and his brothers, who could protect the safety of his family.

A clean house, food that could fill the stomach—life had already gotten on the right track, and the future had also become bright.

He even started considering finding a place for his younger siblings at home to go to school; this was something he didn't even dare to think about in the past.

The person who let him be able to do these things was right in front of him.

He was a teenager who knew how to be grateful; everyone likes people who know how to be grateful—Paul is like this, Alberto is like this, and Lans is like this.

Of course, this doesn't mean that knowing how to be grateful and liking people who know how to be grateful must become a dead ghost or someone about to become a dead ghost.

"Thanks to your care, Mr. Lans, I am living very well now."

Lans examined him. "You look much more spirited than last time."

"I heard that there have also been quite a few situations of huddling together among the refugee groups recently; some of them even take robbing others' food or wealth as their main business, is that right?"

Boni was somewhat indignant. "Yes, sir."

"I know there are quite a few small groups that are like this, and the police over there don't care..."

How could the police care about refugee matters? They weren't even citizens of the Federation!

Like those illegal immigrants, as long as they didn't actively cause conflicts with legal citizens of the Federation, the police basically wouldn't actively care.

For problems within the refugees, as long as they didn't kill anyone, they wouldn't casually dispatch police.

This is not a lack of morality, but a very realistic problem, which is that police force also has costs.

If police force is used on these non-citizens, some relatively selfish groups will jump out and accuse the federal police of wasting taxpayers' money.

Although most people don't need to pay taxes so far, they still regard themselves as taxpayers.

But it won't take long; with the implementation of the "Safety Law," the tax law reform will soon be implemented; at that time, it will enter the stage where even if one earns a penny, one has to pay taxes.

Lans listened to Boni narrating the situation in the Xingang District and reminded him, "You can exert greater effect; you can stop crime, and even punish them."

"I give you an opportunity because I feel you are a good child and should shoulder more responsibility, and I don't hope you can only become a..." Lans shook his head slightly, "work contractor or something."

"Consider this matter carefully; using violent means in this situation is undoubtedly a very good solution."

"At least you using violence to deal with others is much better than others using violence to deal with you."

After Boni finished listening, he was somewhat silent; in the end, he was just a teenager with some backbone; letting him suddenly become the leader of a violent group might still need some changes.

He agreed. "I will seriously consider how to do it."

Lans just smiled; everyone's awakening needs time; he thought highly of Boni, which doesn't mean Boni must become that brightest star.

Anyone has an opportunity; he has it, and others have it too.

Skipping this topic, he asked again, "Do you know about some refugees going to the Port District to participate in some assembly?"

Boni nodded. "I know some; I heard they are going to appeal to people to care about the refugees'... people..."

After looking at people for a long time without being able to say it, Lans gave a hint. "Human rights?"

Boni immediately revealed an expression of agreement. "Yes, Mr. Lans, it is human rights."

"They said they want to let more people pay attention to the situation over there with the refugees; perhaps there will be some big shot to help us."

"The situation over there is really not easy at all now."

As he spoke, Boni became somewhat silent; he was also one of the refugees; now he had pulled his legs out of the quagmire, but there were more people trapped deep in the quagmire.

He didn't know what he could do to change all this; when someone wanted to try to do something for them, he felt from the bottom of his heart that this was an idea, and a good person.

At least it shouldn't let people die because of hunger, or be frozen to death in winter.

Lans actually had already solved quite a few survival problems for refugees, found jobs for them, and would distribute some supplies in winter, but compared to the increasingly huge refugee group, these individual relief efforts were helpless.

He also thought that to change the status quo, it needed more powerful big shots to stand out, for example... mayor, governor, or even the federal president or something.

He didn't say he supported the actions of these people, but he also didn't show obvious resistance or opposition.

"Do you know who it is?" Lans asked.

Boni was stunned for a moment and shook his head. "I don't know, sir."

In his heart, he already had some faint suspicions; the suspicion soon became reality. "Help me find this person."

Boni appeared somewhat nervous. "Can I ask one thing, why?"

Lans curled his lips and reached out to tidy up some small things on the table that were not so neat; what he said was like what he did—they were all insignificant small matters. "He used the wrong means."

No ruler will like this method of achieving one's own purpose by coercing more people, although sometimes it is indeed very useful, but it is also indeed very annoying.

Boni nodded. "I know."

Lans nodded slightly. "Relax a bit; complete the task I gave you, and the good days are still ahead!"

After Boni came out of Lans's company, the seven or eight teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen squatting on the other side of the road all stood up.

They were wearing the cheapest kind of suit in the Port District, fifty cents, a two-piece set, all second-hand or even third-hand or fourth-hand clothes and pants that others had worn, and they weren't necessarily matching, but the key was that they were cheap.

Then a cheap pair of suspenders; as long as one looked at these teenagers, one would know they were not rich.

They crossed the road and came to Boni's side, surrounding him in the middle.

They all knew Boni knew the big boss, otherwise he wouldn't have money to solve some problems, nor could he get some job opportunities.

Everyone following him was also hoping to be able to change their own lives through his changes.

"Is there anything you need us to do?" Boni's good friend asked actively.

This good friend was his neighbor; after the war broke out, the situation quickly produced a reversal.

A few days ago, people were still discussing how long it would take to retreat to the capital of the Dantela Republic; a few days later, they started discussing the fact that the frontline troops were surrounded and annihilated.

Then the war burned from within the Dantela Republic to within Slader.

Those of them living on the border had to roll up their bedding and run away.

War in this era is about comparing population, quantity, and the determination not to fear death.

The first batch of retreating residents were quickly conscripted to become troops and returned to the front line, and then it didn't take long for them to become corpses all over the ground.

Both sides launched a fierce tug-of-war around the easternmost province of Slader; every day many people died on the battlefield, and at the same time, many people were sent to the front line.

Boni's father had already been sent to the front line; his mother and relatives brought them together to the Federation.

His neighbor also escaped here with them.

If there was anyone he could trust unconditionally besides his family, who else could he trust?

Then this neighbor and good brother was one of them.

He definitely had to answer his good brother's question, it's just that he was more or less hesitant; after all, he knew what Lans's purpose was in finding this person.

In the eyes of other little partners who were paying attention, eventually he had to say it. "Mr. Lans wants to know who organized today's assembly."

They were all too young, all half-grown children, and now it looked like they were dressed quite well and weren't hungry, so they weren't in the selection of those people.

But they all knew about this matter.

Someone immediately asked with a question, "Is Mr. Lans wanting to help him?"

His good brother sneered. "You think too simply; it must be that this person's method is annoying; he offended someone, and then someone wants to know who offended them, that's all."

Their gazes eventually all fell on Boni; Boni could only nod. "Yes, he's right; this kind of means is too unfriendly."

For many refugees, this person who organized the assembly was the hero of the refugees!

He really intended to change the current status quo of the refugees through some means, and he really went to do it; this is a hero!

They didn't care whether his approach was appropriate or friendly, they only cared that he could do it.

Letting them betray a hero, for adults it might be a bit simpler, but for these half-grown teenagers, it was slightly... not so easy to handle.

Immediately someone said with some resistance, "Mr. Lans wants us to betray this person who is running around for us!"

"Shh!" Someone covered his mouth. "Are you crazy? This is not a refugee camp, be careful."

The person who spoke looked at those who were clearly not to be trifled with with some hindsight; fortunately, they didn't intend to find trouble with him, mainly because they didn't hear it.

There was a lot of noise on the side of the road: the noise produced by car tires, the sound of horns, the sound of people talking, all kinds of sounds.

Boni sank his face. "Go back first and then talk."

The group of people didn't object; this place was indeed not a place to talk; they quickly ran toward the Xingang District.

They themselves were refugees; it was very normal to identify with and empathize with this refugee identity; there was nothing to say.

It's just that this task became slightly tricky.