Chapter 676: Karl's Three Tasks and Future and Press Conference

Karl tried his best to make himself look more sincere; he was truly willing to become the sword in Lans's hand.

Following Boni for more than ten years as a good person, he was poor if he was poor, and bitter if he was bitter.

As a result, now that he was a bad person, he made a fortune all of a sudden; this is the charm of being a bad person.

What he didn't know was that every country had introduced laws not to let people be bad people, or only let a small part of people be bad people, just because being a bad person is too simple for crossing classes!

Lans looked at him, and he lowered his head with eyebrows and eyes, his hands placed on his knees together, just like a Boy Scout.

"Can I trust you?"

"Karl?"

Karl raised his head to look at Lans, his face carrying some grievance, and more excitement, "Of course, Mr. Lans, believe me, I am your most devout servant!"

Lans nodded, "I need some people, some people from your side."

"Something happened this afternoon, and it relates to our future development situation."

"Some people are very dissatisfied with me, with the mayor's rule of this city..."

Lans hadn't finished speaking, and Karl's face again showed that hatred and anger!

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Lans, you tell me who it is, and I'll go kill him immediately!", Lans originally wanted to laugh, but suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared in his heart.

Yes, they used refugees as a breakthrough to overturn the rules and the negotiating table, so why couldn't he also use the same tricks to do that?

He nodded, "I understand your good intentions, but now is not the time."

Karl was stunned; although he hadn't received any higher education, he was a clever person; he realized that "not the time" was not "don't need you," but "need you later."

He immediately became honest; with this statement, and even a promise, he let out a sigh of relief.

He needed to show his value to this Mr. Lans, who was not much older than himself, and his indestructible loyalty!

Only in this way could he continue to enjoy everything he could enjoy now!

Fine wine, cigars, these beautiful clothes, those beautiful houses, beautiful cars, and a "harem" as huge as an emperor's.

Countless young refugee girls wanted to exchange for food for their families for the next few days, or a more comfortable living environment, by sleeping with him.

He wanted to continue to possess all this, so he must keep his pace highly consistent with Lans's.

"These people must be your people, confidants; I need you to help me handle a few things."

"First, find a few people and let them admit that they participated in inciting and organizing the riot this afternoon."

"When the time comes, they need to cooperate with us to perform a play; reporters will interview them, and they need to follow our script."

Karl thought about it, and many faces appeared in his mind, and finally locked onto a few people.

These people all had complete families, parents, younger brothers and sisters, and so on, and their relationships with their families were very harmonious, and their feelings were also very good.

This is their precious life wealth, but sometimes it also becomes their shackles; when they really care about these relatives.

"I already have candidates; I will tell them what to say."

"The second thing...", Lans took out a cigarette, and Karl quickly took out a match and struck it, bending his ass to light the cigarette for Lans.

Finally, he didn't forget to extinguish the cigarette butt and put it into his handkerchief and take it away in his pocket; sometimes details determine success or failure; this sentence is not a joke.

Lans was very satisfied with his performance; no matter why he did this, at least now, while he still had requests and was still dominated by desire, he wouldn't cause trouble.

Just like Borton, as long as he didn't want to return to the terrible life of the past and still wanted to live the life of a person above others, he must consider for Lans wholeheartedly.

Karl is the same; he still wants to wear formal wear that doesn't match his temperament but is obviously higher-end, wear a gold watch, and live the life of a rich person; he must ensure that Lans doesn't have any trouble, and even block bullets for Lans when necessary.

They are all serious, all sincere; before someone who can replace Lans or other outlets appears, they won't change their original intention.

Lans took a puff of the cigarette and licked his lips; he liked this action, letting the smoke stay in his lungs for a while longer.

Then while speaking, he naturally exhaled from his lungs, "... find all those people you know, find their families, then hide them, and tell me where they are."

Karl nodded again, "No problem, Mr. Lans, I guarantee they will be found by you by tomorrow at the latest."

"The third thing, the scale of your subordinates needs to continue to expand."

Karl was stunned, and joy immediately appeared on his face.

Now their small gang added up to more than fifty people, because only so many were needed, and at the same time, Lans hadn't mentioned the idea of letting them continue to expand, so Karl didn't dare to mess around.

The more people, naturally the better for him; ruling three or five people is just a small team leader.

Ruling thirty or fifty people is a small cadre.

Ruling three or five hundred people is the leader of a gang.

If he could rule thirty or fifty thousand people, that would be a mayor, governor, president, or even an emperor!

If there could be hundreds or even hundreds of people working for him, he could live better.

He would have more status in Mr. Lans's mind, and would also be more important!

"I... should expand to how many people?"

Lans took another puff of the cigarette, spraying it out from his nostrils with his breath, "You need to become the number one gang in the refugee group."

"I heard that outside the naval base, besides you, there are others who are also serving the navy."

This was an affirmative sentence; the group of the navy, which had consumption ability and consumption desire, definitely attracted all the street-standing girls in Jincheng, and they would definitely concentrate toward this side.

Karl nodded, "There aren't too many people yet, and the competition isn't very fierce; our work can basically be filled."

"But later, I'm not very clear."

Lans nodded, "So I plan to specifically separate a piece of land from it and hand it over to you to operate; later, the sergeants will only go there to solve personal problems, and only our people can enter there."

"As for those people outside, if they want to enter, they have to pay money according to the rules."

"In the future, it won't just be running flesh businesses; there will be other businesses, tobacco, alcohol, and even Maple Yuan Grass."

Lans had been thinking about one thing recently; he was considering whether there was any way to list liquor as an important military material.

Just like biscuits, chocolate, cigarettes, chewing gum, candy, and those portable military materials, becoming a must-have material for every soldier.

He heard Major General Bruni say that this expansion of the army would have about four million to five million active-duty soldiers.

If everyone needed to consume even a small bottle of wine every month, the kind worth forty or fifty dollars, there would be hundreds of millions in sales every month.

One year is billions; such a huge income, whether it is the military, that group of people in Congress, or Lans and other liquor suppliers, can all be full!

However, this matter cannot be mentioned for the time being; after all, the prohibition order that started the year before last, and the year before that, is now openly making exceptions; even if the Congress is thick-skinned, it will deny it.

Doing this cannot be rushed; it needs an opportunity, an opportunity brought by the outbreak of war.

Although it cannot be done now, he can prepare for it in advance. However, there is no need to tell Karl about these plans; he only needs to know that the future is bright, incomparably bright, bright enough to blind people's eyes, that's enough!

After a few things were instructed, Karl's heart had already started to beat wildly; a better future, who doesn't hope for it?

"Besides these, from the money you handed over to the company every month before, you keep a part, ten percent, for your gang development."

"I won't give you additional funding; if you can do well enough, the income from the girls' side, besides the share that must be given to them, the rest can all be given to you."

At this moment, Karl was dry-mouthed; he only had a five percent share now, and he had two hundred dollars in his account every day; if this share was increased to twenty-five percent, it would be more than a thousand dollars in his account every day!

He had never thought that making money was such a simple and easy thing, and if he really monopolized this part of the business, I'm afraid the income would only be more.

Lans looked at his flushed face and knew that he was full of beautiful aspirations now, and he also reminded him a few words.

"We take this part of the business as an exclusive business, so we must provide them with better services; I need you to regularly check the girls' bodies and put their inspection reports in the most prominent position."

"Besides that, what other services do they need, even if they are slightly excessive, as long as they don't hurt the girls, and the girls are also willing, then you can promise them."

"Of course, the price must be increased!"

"We do rely on them and her to make money, but it doesn't mean we are kneeling to make money, understand?"

Karl's excited expression cooled down a bit, and he nodded repeatedly, "I know."

"Mr. Lans, I guarantee I won't mess up any single thing!"

!

Lans nodded, "I believe you can do these things, Karl."

"From the first day I saw you, I knew you were a person who could become a big figure!"

Karl's eyes had some different changes; Lans saw that he seemed to have something else to say; he glanced at his watch, "Our time is not much; if you have no other things, go to work."

Karl immediately said, "Mr. Lans, I have an idea; you see, don't the members of the Lans family all have red armbands?"

"Then we...", he said cautiously, "can we also make a similar one, a sign that allows people to distinguish us well?"

"For example... a red and white armband?"

Lans was stunned, as if thinking of something, but finally agreed, "Yes, but not now; wait for a while and then talk about it."

Taking the last puff of the cigarette, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, "If there are no other things, that's it!"

He prepared to shake hands with Karl to show his "respect" for him, and then let him go out to work.

But Karl's eyes were focused on the cigarette ash flying from Lans's action of throwing the cigarette butt; he saw those cigarette ashes fall on Lans's shoes, and immediately took out the white pocket square from his upper pocket, bent down, and wiped Lans's leather shoes.

"Mr. Lans, the cigarette ash dirtied your leather shoes; I helped you wipe it off!"

He straightened his waist, and his face was still a bit flushed; Lans canceled the idea of shaking hands with him, but pressed his hand on his shoulder, "Good boy, I appreciate you."

Karl was so excited that he couldn't speak, "No matter what, I am willing to serve you, sir!"

"Very good, finish the things I entrusted first; the future is still very long, and we both have opportunities to see the most beautiful future!"

Carrying the depiction of a beautiful future that Lans taught him, Karl left Lans's office with his head held high; he was full of strength now, and he felt that he was terribly strong!

Lans looked at Karl's background gradually disappearing, and he shook his head; why does the Bay Area like Charlie?

Because Charlie is a dog without a bottom line; he is clearly a representative of justice, an executor of law and justice, but he became a tool for the rich in the Bay Area.

Helping them destroy corpses, helping them escape legal sanctions, helping them plunder wealth, helping them destroy justice.

Standing from the master's perspective, having a dog is really cool!

He didn't let Karl find Hope; Hope must be hiding now, and Lans could even guess that he must be in some villa mansion in the Bay Area.

Now is not the time for him to appear, so he won't appear.

He returned to the chair and sat down, opened the drawer, took out a transfer checkbook from inside, pondered slightly, filled in the number "fifty thousand," and then signed his name.

Then he put on his hat again, put on his windbreaker, and left here.

At the same time, media reporters had gathered at the press conference at City Hall; almost all the reporters who could come to Jincheng were here.

The things that happened in the afternoon had started to spread to the surroundings, and there were also some rumors in the society, saying that Mayor Williams's son, Arthur, used refugees as slaves, eventually triggering the confrontation.

In order not to let the situation become uncontrollable, Arthur used Mayor Williams's authority to let Police Chief Bulu bring the police to support.

And under their request, shot and killed a large number of people who resisted exploitation and oppression.

Once this rumor came out, those little experts who were born with the skill of picking cotton in Jincheng suddenly boiled!

The attack of public opinion is never exerted toward one point, but the whole surface!

Some people turned over the old accounts of the Williams family, saying that they used to be the landlord class and hired thousands or even tens of thousands of slaves!

Under the land of Jincheng, there are countless flesh and blood of slaves they killed, and the early construction of this city was also built on the basis of countless slave casualties!

Now they use refugees as slaves; these little cotton-picking experts feel the same, and also want to use this matter to fight for more of their power.

Although many people think their brains are not very good, even if it is really so, among ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, one million people, there is always one with a bright brain!

According to the federal constitutional amendment, even these people can become voters and legally possess the right to vote and the right to be elected, but in fact, there are very few places where it is implemented.

The three major parties will not nominate these aliens to become political candidates; their votes will be marked, and they are powerless.

They want more social attention, so they need more "atrocities."

From some aspects, the thoughts of some of them are consistent with Hope's.

When it gets to the point where the federal government feels it can no longer tolerate it, and yet cannot wipe these people out, they will have to compromise!

With the addition of these people, public opinion fermented very quickly, and reporters also wanted to know what exactly happened.

When the time pointed to 7:45, Mayor Williams, Councilor James, and his younger brother Arthur appeared at the venue.

But people hadn't had time to ask anything, and everyone's eyes were focused on Arthur!

"Wang Defa, what is that on him?"

"Is it shit?"

The quiet press conference scene suddenly made such a sound; first, someone made a burst of laughter, but the laughter stopped quickly.

Some reporters said, "Mr. Mayor, what exactly happened?"

Arthur stood in the front, and people found that something was not quite right; on his body, face, head, there were traces of something whipping, each strip showing blood, looking somewhat creepy.

Everyone knew that Mayor Williams favored his youngest son the most; although he didn't admit it himself, everyone knew.

He could ask others to do something for Arthur, but rarely or even never asked others to do something for James; he just asked James to do better!

Obvious favoritism, so no matter who it was, they wouldn't provoke Arthur.

Many people had a common thought, that is, if they were bullied by Arthur, they would just treat it as being bitten by a dog, endure it, and it would pass.

But seeing him like this now, people had already realized that perhaps this matter was not as simple as it was rumored outside.

"From noon until now, no one has seen me at City Hall, because I went to find my son Arthur."

"He was kidnapped; someone kidnapped him and asked me to follow their instructions and drive around the city."

"I am an old man; I love my child; I left here!"

He poked the table with his finger; although his hands were full of wrinkles, the feeling of poking the table was like a steel bar poking the table, bang bang!

"Not long after I left here, problems appeared at the demolition site in the old industrial zone."

"Those refugee workers, organized, disciplined, and purposeful, destroyed the demolition equipment and cruelly killed the foreman, the manager, and all the federal citizens at the scene who were not refugees!"

"They were still spreading outward; on the roads of the old industrial zone, they smashed and looted shops and attacked passersby to rob them of their money."

"Is this a story of oppression and resistance in your cognition? This is a conspiracy!"

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