Chapter 614

For families with multiple children, how to reasonably distribute property is always a very profound science.

But unfortunately, the person who can make a decision for this matter cannot be that rational.

"Are you willing to listen to an interesting story?" Lans thought of a story with deep meaning, which very much fit the problem Rogerf was facing now.

The latter naturally wouldn't refuse, even if he might not want to listen very much. "Of course, why not?"

"There are parents who have two children, one older and one younger."

"You know, as parents, there will always be favoritism."

"They like the younger son more."

Rogerf nodded. "Yes, after all, the eldest son is more adapted to this society, while the younger one needs more opportunities and opportunities to allow him to make mistakes."

Lans smiled and continued, "When deciding to distribute property, the parents asked the eldest son to lift a crushing stone on the ground; do you know what a crushing stone is?"

Rogerf laughed loudly after listening. "You underestimate me too much; I also did farm work when I was young; that is something used to shell wheat."

"We would use a rope to tie it, and then drag it to walk back and forth on the grain."

Lans nodded again. "Yes, that is that thing."

"The eldest son easily lifted the crushing stone; for him, this was just a small matter."

"Then his parents said—"

"Your strength is great, much greater than your brother's; you can completely rely on your strength to earn a lot of money, so we decided to distribute most of the property to your brother."

Rogerf heard this and revealed a thoughtful look. "They said that, and it wasn't wrong; in the countryside, a young man with strength is definitely a good hand at work; he can find more wealth from the land."

Lans smiled without saying a word. "The story hasn't ended yet."

"The eldest son was very unconvinced by this; he thought this was unreasonable and asked his parents to set the question again."

"His parents still set the same question, still asking him to lift that crushing stone."

"This time he had experience; he pretended to be unable to lift it, thinking in his heart that this time, he should be able to get a large sum of property."

"But his parents told him again—"

"As the eldest son, he couldn't even lift a crushing stone; even if they handed the family property to him, he couldn't keep this wealth, so they decided to hand the property to his brother."

Rogerf was stunned for a while and then suddenly laughed loudly. "This sounds like a story that really happened!"

"His brother didn't even touch the crushing stone and locked in the wealth."

But as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Recently, that little widow had been asking him to hand over the genetic fragments to her; if... if there was a child, he would very likely keep it.

This has nothing to do with faith (faith forbids abortion), just because in the final stage of his life, being able to conceive a life would be regarded by him as a miracle.

And at his age, he knows the preciousness of life even more.

This is the continuation of his life, a continuation in the true sense.

A new individual constructed by the genetic fragments he spread, flowing with half his blood.

If personality is not considered, this is his "immortality."

And this kind of immortality is much fresher than the last one, and easier to make people moved.

Then, he is very likely to face the thing that happened in this story; he will definitely leave most of the property to the younger one, instead of his eldest son.

He was silent for a while and asked, "How did this story end later?"

Lans shook his head. "You wouldn't want to know his ending."

He paused for a while. "I just told a little story to give you a reminder; don't let certain problems destroy you and your family."

Rogerf plays a very important role in the Empire Chamber of Commerce; Lans doesn't want him to have any accidents.

"Thank you, I will seriously consider it." He repeatedly indicated that he understood Lans's intention, and Lans didn't continue to emphasize it.

He changed the topic, the reason for calling Rogerf over this time. "I have been thinking about one thing recently."

Rogerf collected those emotions and became more focused. "What?" he asked.

Lans leaned back. "The Lans family is developing very rapidly, but now we are also facing a problem."

"If we continue to expand, the organization will be too huge, and people's work content will change from some relatively professional things to something very scattered."

"They have to learn to shoot, learn how to drive a vehicle and force other people's cars to stop, learn to drive a large truck to accurately hit another car at the necessary position when necessary."

"They also have to learn to operate bars, some things that might have some criminal problems, they also have to learn to protect target tasks, and go to fire fights."

"They have too many things to learn!"

Lans sighed sincerely. "And we will be increasingly lacking in manpower."

When Rogerf heard this, he didn't quite understand. "Isn't this a good thing?"

"The expansion of the family needs to absorb more manpower; perhaps we will possess thousands of people, tens of thousands of people; at that time, no one will look down on us!"

Besides Rogerf, there were several high-level cadres in the room; they usually stayed here too; today Lans called Rogerf over without letting them leave, just to give them a bottom line.

They originally weren't very concerned about the chat over here, but as Lans shifted the topic to the gang, they put down the work in their hands and also paid attention to the changes here.

These words Rogerf said spoke to their hearts; people like Hiram, a violent maniac, the more people there are, the more sense of security he has; he wishes the whole street were his own people.

And when going out to fire fight with other gangs, as long as he waves his hand, hundreds or thousands of people holding submachine guns shoot everything they can see on the opposite side into a sieve.

Including Erwin, he also felt that the increase in the number of family members was a good thing; this represented their invincibility, strength, and would also make their enemies feel terrified.

Lans shook his head. "This is precisely the biggest problem."

He tilted his head, and his gaze bypassed Rogerf to look at the people sitting over there in the sofa group. "How many people do we have now?"

Mero thought for a while. "There are eight or nine hundred core members; I haven't counted the peripheral members, but there should be one thousand."

Each high-level cadre has three captains under him, and each captain has a few, or a dozen, people following him.

Strictly speaking, seventeen or eighteen high-level cadres hold at least five or six hundred core members in their hands.

And besides these people, there are also some captains who rose up; these captains will also promote some ordinary bottom-level people to become core members.

So this number is actually not exaggerated.

Lans continued to look at Rogerf. "Look, a gang already has one thousand core members; how exaggerated is this?"

"If I and Congressman Williams weren't friends, if I didn't have any relationship with the state government, do you think Congressman Williams would be able to sleep?"

"In his city, there is such a powerful group that is not under his control."

"Can the governor, deputy governor, attorney general, and these people sleep? A group of one or two thousand immigrants who can be armed at any time—will they become an unstable bomb at some point?"

As Lans's words went from shallow to deep, the expressions of Rogerf and others in the office also gradually became serious.

No longer like just now, all were grinning.

"This is the problem."

"The city is still constantly expanding; we can say we are the underground emperor of this city; we rule here."

"But our manpower is not enough to cover the scope of the entire city; there are still many gangs on our territory engaging in criminal business without our consent."

"If we want to control every street, every alley of this city, then we at least still need to continue to expand by one or two thousand core members, as well as corresponding peripheral members."

"Gentlemen, when a gang possesses thousands of armed thugs and is active in an important city of the Federation, do you think the gentlemen of the Department of Defense, the gentlemen of the cabinet, will still be able to sleep?"

These words directly silenced everyone in the room; the people on the sofa all stood up, came to the table and sat down, or just stood there.

Everyone's expression became serious; this is indeed a very terrifying problem.

Lans gave them a period of time to think, and then continued to ask deeply. "We rule Jincheng; do we still want to expand outward?"

"Creek Valley City, Jinxing City, Liklai State—thousands of people are not enough; tens of thousands of people, is that enough?"

"More than ten thousand people?"

"Then are we a private armed force, or just a gang?"

"But the problem is, what gang possesses so many people?"

"By that time, Mr. President won't be able to sleep!"

"Because no one knows if we will be that bomb; for their safety, even if we aren't, we must be."

The fact that the federal government doesn't wipe out gang organizations now doesn't mean they can really coexist with gangs; it's just that from the perspective of the imperfect system of current society, letting gangs develop has benefits for the ruling class of the Federation to manage various regions.

But once the society stabilizes and the economy begins to develop again, they will begin to wipe out these gangs.

Lans can even foresee that Congress will pass legislation to crack down on gangs and related industries.

The more it expands now, the more miserably it will die when it comes time to settle accounts.

Lans is not sure when the federal government will suddenly "awaken," but they will definitely awaken, and they will definitely take back the basic ruling power from the hands of the gangs.

Rather than waiting until the last moment to carry out reform, it's better to carry out reform in advance while the gang environment is still loose.

The reason for the reminder is that there are too many people!

If the mayor were changed, it's really not certain that they would allow the Lans family to be the only one in power.

Gang reform is imperative.

Watching them not speak, after a good while, he started talking about today's matter again. "I have an idea: streamline the organization, de-gangsterize, capitalize, but not blindly whitewash."

"The method of that idiot Bandi is not suitable, nor is it meaningful; we won't put down the knives and guns in our hands; we want to walk another path."

"We are no longer that kind of universal gang, but we will be purer than ordinary gangs."

Erwin asked a question. "If we carry out reform and reduce manpower, how do we ensure that we can still control this city?"

"Just the bars, warehouses, and the business and transport teams on the farm side that we have under our hands now need a large amount of manpower."

"Not adding new manpower is already our bottom line now; if we streamline again, some businesses might have problems."

For example, the transport team—Lans is currently shipping to the entire state, and there are two hundred or so people on the transport team; this definitely cannot be streamlined, so what about the farm side?

What about the local bars?

What about those people on the street?

If we streamline them all, will there be problems?

Lans pointed at him. "You asked a good question."

"What I want to streamline is not our current manpower, but the way we manage our industries."

"Currently, all our industries are operated by ourselves: bars, distilleries, transport industry."

"We won't change transportation for the time being, but bars, warehouses, these, I intend to hand them out."

"The core purpose of our operating bars and selling contraband is to earn money."

"As our industries become more and more numerous and larger in scale, we don't need to operate those terminals facing consumers ourselves at all."

"Contract it out."

Lans looked at Rogerf. "If I put all the bars up for rent at a clearly marked price now, and guarantee the safety of each bar, do you think anyone would be willing to operate the bars in the form of a contract?"

"You provide the people yourselves, I am responsible for liquor and transportation; if someone causes trouble, I can also help you solve the trouble."

Rogerf's heartbeat began to accelerate; he knew how profitable Lans's bars were!

The accelerated heartbeat made him somewhat dry-mouthed; he licked his lips. "Can I contract one?"

Lans nodded and said, "Absolutely no problem; if you are willing to contract, I will give you a good bar."

"Let you earn a generous reward from here every month."

He pondered for a while. "At least two or three thousand dollars."

It sounds like it's not much, but this kind of business is written in the criminal law and the constitutional amendment, which also means it is a sure-win business, as long as it can be operated.

Rogerf said almost without consideration, "I am willing to contract..." He looked at Lans. "Can I contract a few more?"

Lans shook his head. "Giving you a quota that doesn't need competition is because you have done quite a few things for the Empire Chamber of Commerce."

"Other bars must be completed through bidding; whoever gives a higher contract price, we let whoever operate it."

"This contract period is one year; after one year ends, it will all be changed to two years."

After Rogerf seriously considered it for a while, he couldn't help but sigh. "What a genius idea!"

As long as Lans announces his profit situation, someone will definitely bet that they can operate better, and currently the Five Great Families have been wiped out; the city center, Starlight District, and Bay Area—these three most profitable districts are all in Lans's hands.

At the same time, those medium and small gangs have no threat to him; he can completely unify this matter.

Without continuing to expand manpower, indirectly earning more money from more bars—this is really a ghost talent!

However, Rogerf also had a small confusion of his own. "How do you ensure the operational safety of these bars?"

"I'm not questioning your ability, Mr. Lans, it's just that people outside need to have a guarantee before they will take the money out."

Lans laughed twice. "Ten percent of the contract fee is taken out, divided into three parts: one part is distributed to the local police force, one part is handed to City Hall, and one part is handed to the Hazardous Materials Bureau."

"Not long ago, I already convinced Director Dai Er, and the next director."

Rogerf looked at Lans, dumbfounded; he couldn't imagine how Lans did it, but he knew that this city was really going to change!

"I asked you to come this time because I hope you can talk to the Empire Chamber of Commerce internally, as well as to the locals; I hope the bars in the Empire District are all in the hands of the locals; do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't hope for external forces to go deep into our core territory; that will make some things complicated."

Rogerf understood Lans's meaning. "I will tell them."

He paused. "If there is competition, one bar... about how much money?"

Mero knew this question better. "The profit of a bar in the Starlight District is about two million a year; the Empire District here is worse, but the annual profit is also between twenty-five and thirty thousand."

"If we want to contract it out, I think the price might be about the same as this."

Lans nodded. "It will be lower, letting you at least have something to earn; like the bars in the Starlight District, two million was invested; we can't let the contractor only earn a few tens of thousands a year."

"One point five million, fifty thousand profit, should be able to attract people."

Rogerf swallowed his saliva; fifty thousand a year?

His eyeballs were slightly red; he also wanted to contract this, but he knew he couldn't use the free quota, otherwise he would be ignorant.

However, he would contact others and find a way to contract one; even if everyone divides it, this is quite a lot of money.

The annual return rate is over thirty percent; besides criminal business, what else can have such a high return rate?

Lans introduced some of his ideas again, for example, liquor must be purchased from the Lans family.

After all, strictly speaking now, the entire Jincheng is Lans's territory; if he doesn't sell liquor, that's fine.

He is still frantically brewing liquor now, so naturally, he won't allow others to ship goods in his territory.

These are actually small problems; everyone knows that the price of Lans's liquor is not high; as long as he isn't too dark, people are still willing.