Chapter 701: Promotion and Being Discovered

After Senator Cleveland finalized some things, he let Lans throw two numbers to Tang Mu to ensure he could find Lans anytime, anywhere.

When Tang Mu came back from outside, he said while smoking, "Help me change my schedule for these few days."

Tang Mu's expression changed slightly. He bowed slightly. "I understand."

Tang Mu was just one of his aides, not the chief of staff.

Well, the Senator actually didn't use the title "Chief of Staff"; it wasn't just a title but an official position.

Actually, what he meant was that in the Senator's aide team, Tang Mu was not yet the indispensable one.

He had status, but his status was in an intermediate stage. When meeting Lans, it would be him coming forward; when meeting others, it would be other aides.

Every aide had their own areas of expertise or had their own irreplaceable roles in certain fields.

The one responsible for Senator Cleveland's daily schedule was definitely the core secretary. He didn't call himself, but let Tang Mu do it, which was actually a signal released by taking advantage of this opportunity without communication.

Some political means could actually be used in life. If he told others that Tang Mu had been promoted now, doing so would give people a very deliberate feeling.

Everyone was an aide, their brains were smart, and they all liked to let their imaginations run wild. Who could guarantee that some people wouldn't think of other things?

But letting him do it directly, then the impact brought by these things would become more buffered.

Tang Mu soon went to the office next door and found their "big housekeeper." He stated Senator Cleveland's request. This big aide looked at Tang Mu with deep meaning and then opened his notebook and looked at it a few times.

Then he stood up. "There are a few schedules that are more important. I'll go with you."

Tang Mu didn't refuse. He waited at the door for the big aide to come together.

It wasn't far to Senator Cleveland's office, just a 20- or 30-second walk. In this time, the big aide suddenly asked, "Are you busy after work tomorrow night?"

Tang Mu was a bit surprised. He immediately answered, "Nothing special, the life of a middle-aged man."

The big aide smiled and said, "It just so happens I'm free too. Let's have a drink after work."

Tang Mu didn't refuse. "Good, I'll wait for you in the parking lot!"

At this time, he walked to the door of Senator Cleveland's office, put one hand on the handle, waited until he finished this sentence, and pushed forward. The door opened.

"Please come in!"

The big aide nodded slightly and then entered the room.

Tang Mu didn't follow in. He closed the door again, walked a few steps to a window in the corridor, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the good weather outside the window, it was just like his mood at this time.

He smiled and shook his head, exhaling all the smoke he had just inhaled.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't his ability that gave him the opportunity to move up, nor was it the "big shots" he knew, but a small character like Lans, whom he had looked down upon in the past.

A small character brought him a huge promotion!

This was very interesting!

Lans, who came out of Senator Cleveland's office, returned to the car. This time, only he and Hailamu came; others were not here.

After all, this was the place where the Senator worked. He couldn't bring all those people here; what would that look like?

And Hailamu didn't enter the house; he just played the role of a driver.

"Finished talking?" Hailamu shook his hair and looked at Lans sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Lans nodded. "Finished talking for now. Let's go back to the hotel."

Hailamu started the vehicle. He had been here once before and had walked twice, so he was quite familiar with the road.

Some people were born with this kind of magical ability; as long as it was a road they had walked once, they could remember it.

The vehicle moved in the bustling New Jincheng. The luxury of the city gave Lans and Hailamu the feeling that this was "another world."

No matter how many times they saw it, it would give people a deep shock!

It was too prosperous!

In Jincheng, 10- or 20-story buildings were already considered very tall buildings in the city, but here, there were many buildings with 100 or more stories.

People here used crazy determination and means to constantly break the records of building layers and height, as if they wanted to carve a deep brand in an era!

For this country, and for themselves!

"Steel jungle." Hailamu suddenly said a word with some level, which made Lans look sideways.

"Did you eat something wrong?" he asked.

Hailamu didn't react at first. "What?"

But soon he still realized what Lans's sentence meant. "Egg you!"

"Although you are the boss, Lans, can't I say some short sentences with level?"

He looked at Lans through the rearview mirror. Lans smiled and raised his head. "You'd better watch the road!"

Only then did Hailamu move his gaze from Lans in the rearview mirror back to the road. "I also have my own feelings, okay?"

"And I think this is a steel jungle. The buildings make me feel that I am very small, like a small animal walking in the jungle, a small mouse or something."

He said the real feelings in his heart at this moment. Lans didn't refute him, this time.

Because when he came here, he actually had some too. The glory and madness of this city wouldn't be outdated even after 50 years.

It represented the level of this country's industry and also represented the ambition and desire of the overall ruling class!

Everyone would feel that they were very small here, unless they were the "builders" here.

The car soon returned to the hotel. Because Lans had nothing else to do today, he promised to take everyone around.

Quite a few people came this time, and everyone had a strong curiosity about Jizhou and New Jincheng.

Plus, it was indeed much more prosperous than Jincheng. These people didn't say they felt inferior, but they were more or less a bit restrained.

People's pattern and their vision had a direct relationship.

When a parent told his child that you would be an excellent steel worker in the future.

Then for this child, his pattern was limited to the stage of a steel worker.

These young people had never thought that they would have such a day, so even though they were already very wealthy, wealthier than the vast majority of people here, they were still a bit restrained.

Lans had no feelings about these things. He took everyone to some famous scenic spots and also went to the shopping mall to buy some things.

After seeing more things and contacting more things along the way, everyone naturally began to adapt.

"Things here are much more expensive than in Jincheng." In the mall, Erwen picked up a belt in his hand, then put it down.

The same belt only cost 19 in Jincheng, but here it cost 24.9, 5 more.

Lans didn't think there was any problem. "This is New Jincheng. Jizhou is the real core area of the entire Federation. The ruling class rules this country here."

"They represent not only power but also wealth. These things are prepared for everyone on the surface, but in reality, the groups they face have never been everyone."

"So it's normal to be a bit expensive. There are far more rich people here than in the Bay Area!"

The group of people also bought some things in the mall. It was worth mentioning that Enio also came this time, and his old man also came along.

His old man also joined the Lans family. Although there was no stable job position suitable for him, as long as there was work he could do, he was let to do it.

His old man took the same salary and subsidies as other young people. Lans didn't give him more because he was Enio's father.

For tourism, young people might only have such a short freshness, which was easy to pass.

On the contrary, Enio's old man was very interested. He pulled Enio to try on quite a few clothes and also bought quite a few things. He also knew Mo Lisi; after all, they were from the same street, and he also knew Mo Lisi's father. He was also very sad and felt incredible about old Mo Lisi's death.

In short, the relationship between their two families was not bad. He was picking out goods for Mo Lisi, intending to bring them back to give to him.

The scale of this group was not small. If you counted the bodyguards on the outermost periphery, there were a full 20 or 30 people.

The number of people of this scale in a big mall was still very attractive to people's eyes—those clerks, tourists, everyone.

"That person... seems to have seen him somewhere."

On a bench in the shopping mall in the distance, a man who looked to be in his 30s frowned. His eyes had been staring at Lans.

His companion turned around and looked over there too, originally just a casual glance.

Just as Lans said, New Jincheng was the center of the entire Federation. Here, you could always see similar groups. They came from other parts of the Federation, or even abroad.

Here, there was some out-of-control shopping. For locals, the more out-of-control outsiders were after seeing the greatness of this city, the more comfortable they felt!

They would have a sense of honor, just like... looking at outsiders from a higher angle. The city also sublimated them!

But the second person's casual glance, his gaze changed. He hurriedly turned his body a bit more, the angle became larger, stared at Lans and looked twice, then turned to his companion and said, "Don't stare at them, it's Lans."

!

"Lans?" His companion's brows were tightly locked together. In his not-so-bright brain, there was a stick called "Lans" stirring, but after stirring for a long time, he didn't see anything float up. He could only look at his friend with a look for help.

The guy who was stared at lowered his voice. "Lans White, the one from the Lans family, did you forget?"

"Joden!"

The first person who saw Lans had his eyes become a bit lost, and his mouth also opened slightly.

In a place that couldn't be seen, a bubble emerged in his brain, wrapping some content that kept flashing sounds, shadows, and text.

As the bubble rose a certain distance out of the brain, it popped with a *pop*, and those sounds, shadows, and text were released in an instant, exploding everywhere!

His eyes also had focus. He cursed "fuck" in a low voice and was just about to continue looking over, but was pressed by his companion.

"Don't damn alarm them, we have to call the boss."

He nodded immediately. "You're right, let's go now."

Both were members of the Death Angels. Joden's death made them lose face, especially in a situation where they couldn't take revenge. Some people were already using this matter to mock them.

But this kind of thing couldn't be said that they were not good. The Death Angels indeed had a certain influence in the north, but they originally wanted to take revenge in the south, but then a series of things that happened directly scared them away.

If it was just fighting with Lans on Lans's territory, they might not be afraid. After all, isn't that what gang fights are about?

You shoot me, I shoot you, it depends on whose life is hard.

But who the hell knew that the police in Jincheng were all Lans's people, and the national police system was an invisible whole.

Even the Death Angels, they would try their best not to actively hurt the police. Even if they wanted to do it, they must do it without leaving evidence, otherwise, it would be very troublesome.

To deal with the Lans family in Jincheng, the Jincheng police were a firewall, so they simply came back directly.

Unexpectedly, Lans didn't stay in the south, and now he ran to Jizhou again, and was discovered by them!

Both stood up quickly and walked toward the outside of the mall. The actions of two "passersby" wouldn't alarm Lans and his group. They were still picking out qualified goods from shop to shop.

Both walked out of the mall's gate. One of them drilled into a telephone booth on the side of the road and dialed the gang leader's phone number.

Soon the phone was connected, but it wasn't their boss. "We want to talk to the boss."

The person who answered the phone was a bit impatient. "Every day there are hundreds of people saying they want to talk to the boss. If you don't have other better rhetoric, I'm going to hang up."

The small fry didn't dare to provoke these big shots because he discovered Lans. He hurriedly said, "I discovered Lans White. They came to New Jincheng again."

"Lans White?"

"What the hell is that?"

"Are you talking about a person?"

The small fry hurriedly explained again, which made the person on the other end of the phone immediately attach importance to it.

Joden although... was just an old guy, an old guy who was already on the edge, but he was too old!

Many people had followed him before, or knew him; he was their junior.

Gangs were not a profession that could live long. Most gang members could live to 50, which was already very powerful for them.

Even those gang leaders might not be able to live to 50. Those who could live to this age were only a minority in the entire gang system.

The middle-aged and elderly gang leaders people saw didn't seem to be few, but in fact, this was just survivor bias.

For example, "Heller," he didn't live to 50. His father, his grandfather, also didn't live to 50.

Gang fights were too tragic. The longer a gang leader lived, the more enemies he had, and the greater the danger.

People hoping Joden could live to retirement age was itself a kind of good wish for him, and also for themselves.

Hoping that they could also successfully retire from the gang and live the last worry-free life.

So the death of Joden, a guy who was already marginalized, made the entire Death Angels a bit shaken.

Soon a voice changed on the receiver. "You said you saw Lans, where is he?"

The small fry who called looked back at the name of the mall. "In New Jincheng... on the road... shopping mall."

"Very good, keep an eye on them, I will arrange for people over there to go over."

The Death Angels' boss didn't live in New Jincheng. Their reputation was too bad. If he dared to appear in New Jincheng, soon the police station would come to the door and send him to prison.

Whether it was the capitalists here or the politicians, they wouldn't allow such people who could threaten them to be in the same city as them.

However, the Death Angels had an office here, disguised as a small gang.

New Jincheng also had gangs, and quite a few. These gangs were also engaged in various criminal businesses, currently mainly population business and alcohol business. The business of maple kite grass was also increasing year by year, and there were various specialized medicine businesses.

These could bring them huge profits. New Jincheng's gangs were actually more like commercialized gangs.

They no longer had such a strict concept of "territory." They wouldn't say you are not allowed to come here, you are not allowed to go there. Everyone's forces were crossed together.

As long as there were no contradictions and conflicts in business, they could coexist peacefully.

Lans and the others didn't know they had been watched. They were still shopping in the mall, and at this time outside the mall, more than 10 cars soon stopped on the side of the road.

Some guys who didn't look like good people sat in the car. The two small fries took the initiative to walk over. They knew the local "boss."

The boss's expression wasn't very friendly, because they should have told themselves about this kind of thing, and then they could show their face in front of the big boss.

As a result, they reported it themselves.

Both were also a bit embarrassed, but now they could only pretend they didn't know.

"Are you sure they haven't left?"

The small fry nodded repeatedly. "They must still be inside, just now... already went in to see."

The person he said was his companion just now. The local leader nodded and then stopped talking.

The group of people sat in the car and waited quietly.

At this time, Lans and the others also bought quite a few things. The mall's operator had a lot of experience with these "big spenders." They arranged for staff to push some carts behind them.

That kind of cart that could hang clothes helped them transport some things they bought.

These goods didn't need Lans and the others to bring them back themselves. The mall would send them to the designated hotel and designated room.

If rich people still had to be burdened by things when shopping, it must be that they were not rich enough and still needed to use some packaging bags to show their identity of being able to afford these things!

"Walked around, is there anything else you want?"

Lans stood in front of them and asked. "If you have bought almost everything, we will go back."

"I never thought that shopping with you would be so tiring!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 702 =====