Chapter 651

For the current rulers of the Federation, using gangs to check and balance gangs is one of the simplest and most effective methods; the key is that it works very well.

It is a pity that Charlie and Bandi made the stability inside New Jincheng a mess, throwing them into an incredibly passive situation.

If the police force were still in their hands, they could easily clean up Lanse; whether investigating his criminal business or going directly to cause him trouble, they could make Lanse disappear from New Jincheng quickly.

Or if the five great families hadn't run into any problems, then whichever family it was, they could also easily clean up Lanse.

These people are fucking trash!

But neither Mr. Hoff nor Mr. Charles realized one problem.

The internal "stability" of New Jincheng has lasted for so many years; why did it suddenly collapse in these few years?

Is the system not perfect enough?

No, this set of city system rules has been implemented for twenty or thirty years and has always been very stable and efficient; this is not its problem.

Is it that the people executing it lack ability?

Also no; whether it is Charlie, Hunter, or the heads of the five great families, they were the best choices for their positions in this era.

There were no problems with the rules and system, and there were no problems with the candidates; so what exactly caused everything to head toward destruction?

No one noticed this; they wouldn't think about it, and they wouldn't look for it; after all, for these masters, those were just countless "small matters."

Until these small matters piled up to become a big matter, when they wanted to find the root of the problem and make up for it, it was already too late.

Actually, the problem lies in the era itself.

If Lanse had a decent job, and his boss didn't deduct his wages.

If Ethan didn't face huge extortion because of some small problems.

If...

Lanse, plus too many "ifs," finally pushed everything over.

People cannot see the ants beside the first block that fell; they can only see the block that fell and the Empire State Building that was finally pushed over!

The one who proposed this idea was Mr. Hoff, so the one who contacted Joshua was also him, and here, only he and Joshua know each other.

Others might also know him, but they wouldn't take the initiative to take on this matter because the reputation of the Holy Bell Party is really too bad.

Since the handling method had already been discussed, everyone's mood relaxed a bit. At this time, the butler suddenly came to say that someone had come to visit.

Mr. Charles let the butler bring the person over. The unlucky merchant held his hat in his hand, his shoulders slightly forward, looking as if he were curling up his own body.

Although he also lives in the Bay Area, living in the Bay Area does not mean he is the core of the Bay Area's interests.

Just like not everyone living in New Jin City is a senator; there could also be homeless people.

"What is the matter?" Mr. Charles glanced at this unlucky merchant; he had seen this guy several times, but he could never remember his name.

However, he had never thought about remembering this person's name, whether in the past or now.

He doesn't need to remember the name of such a small character, just as a person wouldn't care what the name of a ditch on the way to work is.

To them, they are collectively called "dogs."

The unlucky merchant nodded, "Customs said that my goods have some warning risks and need to be inspected before they can be cleared."

Mr. Charles and the other gentlemen in the room all looked at him with a condescending gaze; that kind of look made him feel strong inferiority and discomfort.

The sound of his voice also became smaller; originally he was holding his hat with one hand, now it was two hands.

The hat covering his chest could provide him with some sense of security; he didn't even know it himself, but he did it instinctively.

Mr. Charles frowned slightly, "Is there a problem with this?"

He himself also does import and export trade, and he also knows that exported goods must first pass customs inspection and then be released before they can be loaded onto ships and leave the port.

This is to avoid some possible criminal acts; at the same time, recently, due to the tension in the international situation, the Federal Government has begun to impose trade sanctions on member countries of the Dantela Military Alliance.

A large amount of materials that can produce military equipment have been completely stopped from being exported and sold to these member countries, so inspections will be stricter.

The unlucky merchant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "But my goods are just some cold-resistant cotton clothes and some heating things. They detained my things and said it would take at least two weeks before it's my turn to be inspected."

Mr. Charles became somewhat impatient, "Then where exactly does the problem lie?"

He didn't wait for the unlucky merchant to speak, and reminded him again, "You had better grasp the point of the matter, gentlemen."

"Our time is very precious; I hope you can understand this point!"

He raised his tone a bit, "Speak the point!"

The unlucky merchant hurriedly nodded and said yes; he didn't dare to continue expressing himself subtly, and directly stated his thoughts, "Customs might be making things difficult for us factory operators. If this batch of goods cannot go out, I might face huge claims for compensation." "If it really doesn't work, I... can only go to Mayor Williams for help."

Mr. Charles finally understood what he wanted to express, and at the same time, his tightly gripped eyebrows almost twisted together because he discovered that this was indeed a problem.

Claims for compensation... the capitalists of the Federation have already played this game quite clearly.

Claims that are favorable to oneself must be written very high, and claims that are unfavorable to oneself are best not to exist.

But international trade is also a game between capitalists and capitalists; the other party will definitely also demand huge compensation.

If this was really caused by Mayor Williams's side, he had to admit that this punch hit very hard!

"Wait a moment, I'll make a phone call." Mr. Charles went into another room, but the atmosphere in this room did not ease up because of this.

The unlucky merchant stood at the edge of the wall; every gentleman here needed him to look up to them, and he had to be careful even when breathing, for fear of causing these gentlemen's displeasure.

After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Mr. Charles returned from the other room. He glanced at the unlucky merchant, "It seems that this problem does indeed exist. Leave your contact information, and I will contact you later."

The unlucky merchant wanted to say something, but in the end, he just nodded and agreed.

He left his personal contact information and left immediately.

Not a single mistake, not a single one, take a look at the content!

After he left, Mr. Charles said, "They detained several batches of containers waiting to leave the port. These customs declaration companies in the Congress are those companies in the old industrial zone."

The previous mayor, in order to better serve the commerce of New Jincheng, specifically took out the work related to companies in the Social Services Bureau and established a specialized Commercial Services Bureau, which is the government department where Patricia works.

This government department holds the information of all registered enterprises in New Jincheng, which naturally includes the information of those factories in the old industrial zone.

So, for customs to want to block these containers for declaration, from a technical level, there is absolutely no problem; they catch them every time.

After the office door closed again, someone couldn't help but ask, "Is what he said true?"

Mr. Charles nodded, "There is a high probability that it is true."

The Federal Customs belongs to the Federal Department of Commerce, but at the same time, the US Department of State also has certain management powers. On the surface, it is a department vertically managed by the Federal Government, but it also needs the cooperation of local governments, so local governments also have a certain influence here.

In other words, Mayor Williams does indeed have the possibility of influencing customs decisions.

"Does anyone know the local customs director?" Mr. Charles looked at the others, his gaze mainly on the few people with political faces, like Mr. Hoff.

But it is a pity that these people, including Mr. Hoff, remained silent; they did not have much room for contact with customs.

After all, the appointment of internal members of customs is not appointed by the local government, but by the General Administration of Customs and the Department of Commerce. Even if Mr. Hoff and these people have local Social Party or Liberal Party political faces, it is very difficult to interfere with these appointments.

There is no conflict of interest between the two sides, nor is there any exchange of interests; at the same time, they do not do import and export business, so it is even less likely to have any friendship.

Seeing that these people remained silent, Mr. Charles closed his eyes.

"I will make an appointment to talk to him later to see if we can find a way to solve this problem."

"If it can be solved, then this is the best result."

"But if it cannot be solved..." He shook his head, "Then gentlemen, we must consider the next response!"

By then, more factory operators will break away from them and bow their heads to Mayor Williams.

Once there are fewer and fewer people here resisting the atrocities of City Hall, and fewer and fewer people left, their confrontation will eventually become meaningless!

City Hall has a hard policy regulation that stipulates that chimneys in the old industrial zone are not allowed to smoke, large industrial machines are not allowed to be used, and noise above a certain number of decibels is not allowed to be produced.

They have plenty of ways to make these factories unable to operate; at the same time, the land they take away is enough to support the development of a district, and their persistence becomes dispensable.

"This is a special time; I hope that each of us can make a little contribution for our common interests!"

He paused as he said this, "Alright, let's stop here for today. I still have to go make an appointment with the director later, so..."

He glanced at Mr. Hoff, "You contact Joshua as soon as possible and finalize this matter."

"It is best that within a week, I see the news of Lanse being assassinated appear in the newspaper."

Then he looked at the other few people, explained their work and tasks, and this gathering came to an end.

He stood by the window and lit a cigarette, watching those people leave his house and walk out from the front gate.

I don't know why, but he always has a bad premonition.

Just like a crazy gambler in a casino, they have already hit "big" so many times; won't it hit "small" this time?

It definitely won't!

This time it's still "big"!

(End of chapter)