Chapter 686: I want to establish a worldview for these young people

In the warm room, Lans and Mayor Williams sat by the sofa, Arthur stood in front of them with his head down.

Everyone had a lot of things to do these two days; after the matter was over, Mayor Williams invited Lans to have a meal at home, a standard family banquet.

Patricia went to accompany Emily; Emily was already showing signs of pregnancy, and Patricia also attached great importance to this child, not knowing if it was a younger brother or sister.

She had never been separated from her parents for such a long time; now after marrying Lans, she had always lived with Lans; although she lived very happily, she also had a little bit of her own thoughts.

She always felt that she couldn't accompany her parents, and she felt a little regretful.

So this little guy coming out, being able to replace her to accompany her parents, made her very happy and fond.

She didn't have the idea of "there is a little thing coming to share my family property" at all, and she didn't care that much about those family properties.

The Williams couple couldn't be said to be very rich, but they also managed to let Patricia live a life without worry about food and clothing from childhood to adulthood, so she didn't have such a strong desire for money, nor did she have such a clear understanding.

Emily had some physiological reactions during pregnancy, and Patricia, who was very worried about her, took the initiative to take on the work of taking care of her, so Lans came to the family banquet alone in the evening.

Before dinner started, Arthur expressed his sincere gratitude to Lans!

After all, saving him was done by Lans's people.

"I accept your thanks, and at the same time I want to remind you that now, with some things happening between your father and me, and the changes in status, it is best for you not to run around at this stage."

"Otherwise, things like what just happened might happen again."

"This time, we were lucky; the people from the Holy Bell Party were not familiar with this place and overestimated themselves, so we were able to bring you back."

"But next time, Arthur, I don't guarantee that I can still find you and bring you back alive!"

Mayor Williams glared at him, which made Arthur feel a deep fear.

It wasn't fear of potentially being kidnapped or killed, but that after he was rescued, Mayor Williams gave him a fierce whipping with a leather belt.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never been beaten so fiercely!

A leather belt whipped him into submission; at that time, he had a feeling that he would be beaten to death, which also made him fear Mayor Williams even more.

"I understand, Mr. Lans," he said dejectedly.

Lans smiled and didn't care whether he realized this problem; anyway, just as he said, if he still ran around, the next time they met, it might be at Arthur's funeral.

Mayor Williams impatiently told him to get lost, then chatted with Lans about some things Lans didn't know.

"The Speaker of the State Assembly called me this morning..."

As he started talking about business, Lans also became serious.

The state assembly of the Federation is also divided into the Senate and the House of Representatives; the responsibilities are actually not much different from the Senate and House of Representatives of Congress, except that one manages the whole country, and one manages only one place.

But in terms of the confrontation of power, Congress is able to confront the President in most cases.

In the history of the Federation, there is no lack of presidents who were impeached and lost power.

But within a state, the state assembly cannot confront the governor, because the governor can directly and precisely control the generation of state assembly members.

He can not allow those who are unfavorable to him to appear in the state assembly, but the president cannot do that to not allow people he doesn't like to appear in Congress.

So this led to the Speaker of the State Assembly's political ranking within the state being slightly lower, unlike the Speaker and Spokesperson of Congress who are so high.

But whether high or low, for Mayor Williams, the Speaker of the House is a big shot, and he cannot refuse.

"The Speaker of the House hopes that I can go to Manton before January 5th."

He leaned back, "Said it was to reconcile some contradictions between us and the Bay Area; it should be the pressure exerted by the Senate side."

Lans nodded, "Very likely, but the problem is they intend to continue to push the situation to escalate on the 1st."

Mayor Williams didn't feel surprised; when one must die, no reconciliation is useful; one must die.

He (Mayor Williams) pondered for a while, "What are your plans?"

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"If your manpower is inconvenient, I can mobilize some people to come over."

He conveyed a message to Lans very obscurely: if Lans didn't intend to do anything, then they would take action.

The Williams family is not without any power of resistance. When Lans and the three old uncles talked about this matter while returning to the farm for the holidays, as the group of great farm owners with the longest history in the state of Liklai, they also knew the Williams family very well.

After all, they were competitors in the past, until the deep-water port of New Jincheng was developed, and gradually the Williams family withdrew from the agricultural and animal husbandry industry and started to display their talents in the city.

But before this, they were opponents.

No one would turn a blind eye to their opponents; if you don't want to become a rotting corpse in the sewer, it is very necessary to know your opponents well enough.

The Williams family once owned possibly tens of thousands of slaves; of course, this is what they advertised to the outside world; when slavery existed, this kind of propaganda was also a symbol of strength.

Having so many slaves meant they needed just as many "cowboys"; these cowboys are not the cowboys representing Western romanticism in people's eyes now, but real musketeers, family guards.

They would ride horses and wander on the land of the farm, carrying two or three shotguns and moving in groups, urging slaves to work, and suppressing slave riots when necessary.

In other words, these cowboys are private armed forces.

The Williams family changed tracks, and they seemed to have no connection with big farm owners, plantations, etc., but this is not entirely the case.

There are still people in their family running farms, and those small farm owners who once relied on their family are still there.

At least hundreds of lawless cowboys are still active on the Lawrence family farm—they don't follow the laws of the Federation, but the orders of the Lawrence family.

The Williams family, as well as those small farm owners who once relied on them, also have some cowboys in their hands.

If the Williams family declines, perhaps these people won't take them seriously; after all, glory is only temporary, and benefits are permanent.

But when the Williams family becomes stronger and stronger, those small farm owners will continue to offer loyalty.

They can mobilize some cowboys from these small farm owners; these people are more fierce than ordinary gang members in some aspects.

They carry guns from morning to night and often kill to drive away wolf packs or predators.

If Lans didn't intend to deal with Hope, Mayor Williams intended to mobilize manpower himself.

From this point, it can also be seen that he was indeed forced to a dead end this time, and he intended to use some less decent methods to solve the problem himself.

At the same time, this is also another hidden hint and statement from Mayor Williams to Lans: they are not without any armed resistance capability.

As the Lans family continues to grow, even if their relationship is as friendly as people see, Mayor Williams still feels a bit of pressure.

Between friends, there cannot be too big a gap; once the gap is too big, it is very difficult to be friends.

Lans also heard it; he smiled and explained, "I have already arranged it."

"I cultivated a young man in the New Jincheng area, called Karl, very clever, and also very ambitious."

"It was also he who told me that Hope was preparing for the rally on the 1st."

"I asked him to find a way to solve Hope before the 1st, so even if the Bay Area makes trouble again, this is also a contradiction within the refugees."

Mayor Williams kept nodding while listening; he glanced at James, seeing that James had already started to frown and think, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

This matter happened very suddenly, many bad news, but there was also a good news, that is, James had grown significantly compared to before. He suddenly thought of the former mayor and his secretary; he heard a piece of gossip that Sidney (the former mayor) used his last bit of human feelings and political assets to exchange for a better starting opportunity for his secretary.

Some people say that his secretary is actually his son, but some people say that it is just the successor he chose.

Cultivating a qualified successor is the most urgent idea for these people besides obtaining their own power.

Only a qualified successor can lead the family to continue to grow healthily.

"You want to split the refugee group." Mayor Williams continued to teach James; the confusion on James's face was suddenly filled with a joy of understanding; he looked at Mayor Williams in surprise, and the latter pretended not to see his gaze.

Lans didn't mind becoming a part of the teaching they were responsible for; he didn't have this burden yet, but perhaps he would have it in the future.

He nodded, looking very relaxed, "This is a relatively effective method; we cannot always emphasize the opposition problem; Congress will not allow us to do so."

"Tom mentioned these when he talked to me; I can feel that the Senator, and even this Congress, hope that we consider the diplomatic demands."

"We have to find a way to let ourselves walk off the stage, so I thought of this."

Mayor Williams also had a smile on his face, "About the same as I thought."

!

Those calls encouraging him to deport refugees indeed didn't want him to be well, but looking at it from the other side, they could also become a force in his hands.

If Congress didn't intervene, he really intended to go down this path, but now Congress intervened, so he had to change slightly.

"There are some very active 'civilian politicians' in the New Jincheng area...", he couldn't help but laugh when he said this word; as a real politician, he felt this word was very funny.

"I think some of their views can be taken out and used; I intend to 'negotiate' with them."

Lans raised his eyebrows after listening; this is a very mature choice.

He cannot change his stance all at once, but he cannot always rush forward with a hard head; he needs a step, but this step is not so easy to find.

Mayor Williams's idea is essentially the same as Lans's, but Lans's means appear more direct, while his means are softer.

This kind of thing doesn't distinguish between whose is good and whose is bad; as long as it is useful, it is good.

Both have their own ideas, but the core is the same; it is not strange that Mayor Williams can have such ideas; how many years has he been immersed in politics?

But that Lans can make such a decision made Mayor Williams very shaken.

Shock is not counted; he has been shocked many times, but being shaken is certain.

He no longer doubts how far Lans can go; as long as he doesn't die in an accident, this country will definitely have a place for him in the future, and will also leave his name.

Various complex thoughts flashed through his mind; it seemed to be a lot of content, but from the perspective of time, it was just that instant.

He turned his attention to this matter, "Can those people you cultivated do it?"

It's not that he doubted Lans, but he was a bit suspicious of those refugees, and this matter is indeed relatively important. Lans nodded, "It doesn't matter if they can't do it; I arranged for people."

"Actually, all we need is for people to know that this is the result of their internal division and armed fighting; as for whether that bullet was really fired from their gun, isn't it up to us to say?"

Mayor Williams had more smiles on his face; he was a bit emotional, "You are the most powerful young man I have ever seen in your age group, no one else!"

At this time, the butler came in from outside, "Sir, Mr. Lans, Master James, dinner is ready."

Mayor Williams got up, "Let's go, I happen to be hungry too."

Dinner was still a very sumptuous dinner, with fine wine.

The life of debauchery, the music played on the phonograph, and the brilliant lights formed a sharp contrast with the people shivering and huddled in the corners in the cold winter outside.

Pairs of eyes stared at those windows, envious and jealous of the life they couldn't do anything about; this is the Federation.

One night, several young people almost froze to death on the roadside; if they hadn't huddled together to keep warm, they might have frozen themselves to death before killing anyone.

If Lans knew their plan, he would only say that this was a plan with ideas, but clearly without depth; they didn't even consider these problems first.

But they couldn't be completely blamed; after all, they hadn't done this before.

After eight o'clock in the morning, the sky was completely bright, and the snow stopped.

Today is December 29th, and there are only two days left until January 1st.

All day yesterday, the news that Mr. Hope intended to represent the refugee group to protest to City Hall had started to spread gradually, and at the same time, some people jumped out, saying that Mr. Hope's practices not only had no help in solving the current contradictions between refugees and Federalists, but might also continue to intensify the contradictions!

People, especially people at the bottom, are often ignorant and have no firm stance or ability to think for themselves.

When they heard that Mr. Hope was doing it for their own good, they enthusiastically supported Mr. Hope.

But now a group of people stood up, and clearly more people stood up than Hope's side, saying that doing so was actually not good for them.

Some people could still persist for a while, but some people jumped to the opposite stance directly.

Some resistance generated in pushing this matter soon gathered to Hope. The action on the 1st is very important, related to whether he can realize his dream, so he does not allow this action to have accidents.

But now the resistance outside is indeed being generated; if he stays here and doesn't go anywhere, no matter how ugly he scolds, it has no meaning for the whole thing.

So he intends to go out, face the public, face those "opponents", and through a debate, make the public support him again!

He is a social activist, and he has a very accurate grasp of the psychology of ordinary people at the bottom; he must come forward.

After eating breakfast, he started to prepare; he heard about a few young "juniors" who were calling on people to put down their opposing positions, so he prepared to rush over.

He wants to defeat them in front of these people, let people know that he is the real savior!

"Will there be danger?" his assistant couldn't help but ask.

Appearing in public at this time is not a good idea.

Hope shook his head, "I believe you can protect me, and what thing has no risk?"

"If we want to achieve the greatest success, we certainly need to bear huge risks."

"The risk of lying in bed and not going anywhere is the smallest, but what can you get by doing so?"

"You get nothing!"

He looked at the others, "Remember what I told you?"

"Our purpose in coming to the Federation is not just to survive here; we also want to live better than anyone else; we want to become superior people!"

He clenched his fists, "No one can stop us, danger either!"

Under his agitation, others had no opinions; after all, the things they were doing were dangerous themselves.

Now they are all Slard people around, shouldn't they encounter any danger?

They thought so.

A group of people simply finished breakfast and prepared to leave; his bodyguards left the house first to prepare the vehicles.

After waiting for a while, Hope walked out of the room; he wore a hat and scarf and took a deep breath.

The moment the cool air was inhaled into his lungs, the whole person became a bit spirited.

He walked to the sidewalk with big strides, just in time to see his bodyguards scolding some beggars to leave.

Those beggars looked like young people; looking at these young faces, Hope suddenly had some thoughts surging from his heart.

He raised his hand to stop the bodyguards, walked toward these young people, and in their unbelievable eyes, came to them, "Young gentlemen..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 687 =====