Chapter 708: The rising flame and you will accept this price

Lans stayed in Xinjin City for almost a month. Seeing that this war machine of the Federation had completely started to operate, the old men had no time or mind to talk to him, so he also planned to return to Jincheng.

The harvest this time was great, and he met many people in the upper class. These people have a great help to his future whitewashing.

It's not that he is unwilling to whitewash now, but that he cannot whitewash now. At least before the situation is stable, making people afraid is much better than making people feel that you can be manipulated.

The "bizarre death" of five police officers in the Xinjin City Police Department is enough to deter those with intentions. Plus Lans walking between the military and Congress, even the Angel of Death has paused his touch on him.

It's not that the Angel of Death intends to give up dealing with Lans, it's just that the people and relationships Lans is currently in contact with make the big boss of the Angel of Death feel a trace of uneasiness.

In the Federation, those who can operate a gang to the scale of spanning multiple regions are definitely not fools.

Fools also don't have the opportunity to operate a gang so large, and they would be swallowed by other gangs.

So during this period, Lans was still safe and sound.

Those old men didn't have too many thoughts about Lans leaving. For them, when they need to see Lans, they don't even need to call personally.

He tells his staff, subordinates, housekeepers, anyone, "I want to see Lans," and Lans will soon arrive here.

On the contrary, some "lackeys" who interact daily still hope to walk around with Lans more.

They don't know what Lans relies on to enter the eyes of the military and Congress, but they know one thing, that is, Lans's relationship is very hard, and maybe sometime in the future, for some matter, they might need Lans's help.

There are not many people in total, thirty or forty, or a few more?

This is not a dinner party, more like a salon.

Everyone sits together chatting. There are cooks cooking food on the spot, and various drinks and alcoholic beverages.

The biggest feeling Lans had after coming to Xinjin City was the prohibition, which seems to be as useless as a fart here!

No matter what level of officials or capitalists, in public or non-public occasions, they drink when they should drink, and they never stop drinking because of the prohibition.

The "Four Major Suppliers of Congress" are not people who supply stationery and office supplies to Congress, but merchants who supply high-end alcoholic beverages.

Lans has also met them, and behind them are the support of congressmen, otherwise their wine would not be sold into Congress at all.

Maybe the money they earned from Congress finally has to be shared with these old men.

Lans's plan needs to use a large amount of wine, so those old men might not really just think about taking kickbacks from this project; they also want to make another fortune in the capacity of "national defense supplier."

These politicians have achieved the highest achievement in the game of power: Congress Senator.

In seeking economic interests, they are not inferior to their status as senators at all.

They agreed to meet again in February or March. By then, the whole plan will be passed, and the Ministry of Defense will start bidding. They must unify their fronts.

It's not that Lans doesn't want to eat the order that supplies the entire Ministry of Defense, but that this order is so large that he can't eat it, and he doesn't dare to eat it all.

Then take a little less, and everyone is friends.

Take a little more, and he is the enemy of others.

Under the influence of various factors, this salon was still very lively.

Some "Federation must win" remarks that Lans recently put forward have also triggered some discussions in Xinjin City. In the eyes of many people, he seems to have become a rising "social activist."

The core of the chats of everyone in this salon was also centered on war and social changes. They wanted to dig out some information from Lans's mouth that they didn't know but could feel.

So for most of the time, Lans was actively participating and showed off his limelight.

The salon lasted for more than three hours. In the end, Lans didn't reveal any information, just firmly believed that the Federation must win, and got along quite well with everyone.

After the salon ended, Lans left with his people. At this time, behind a window they didn't notice, two people were staring at Lans's back.

Lans, who had just opened the car door and was about to sit in, seemed to have noticed something. His figure preparing to enter the car stopped, stood in place, and then turned sideways in several segments, looked back, and looked at the building behind him.

He took a rough look and soon found someone who seemed to be standing behind a window.

The eyes of the two met in the air. Because of the reflection of the glass, Lans couldn't see clearly who that person was.

However, he could feel the faint malice emanating from the person watching him.

After the two stared at each other for a while, Lans got into the car. In Jincheng, not everyone likes him, let alone in Xinjin City, there will always be people who regard him as a thorn in the eye.

In the political arena, or some capitalists, opportunists, brokers.

When he achieved his plan to win over multiple forces, he inevitably destroyed the plans of others.

He didn't know who that was, but he knew that as long as the other party dared to reach out to him, he would chop off the claws of those people.

Sitting in the car, Lans shook back and forth twice so that his butt wouldn't press on his clothes. "Drive."

The car moved slowly and mixed into the traffic with the motorcade. He was leaving Xinjin City.

Behind the window, the two watched Lans's car disappear without a trace. The eye sockets of a young man were already a bit red.

The ruthlessness and hatred revealed in his eyes could be seen by anyone at a glance, how turbulent his emotions were at this time!

"He has already left."

The older person beside him comforted him and sighed lightly at the same time.

"I know." The young man gritted his teeth and made a sound, and one could even hear the sound of his tooth enamel rubbing.

The voice carried deep hatred, because he was the child of the older police officer among the five police officers who died bizarrely.

He was in college in another place and was about to graduate this year. After graduation, his original plan was to join the Xinjin City Police Department.

The income of the Xinjin City Police Department is not low, and the social status is higher than other cities, and there is quite a lot of extra income, which is considered a good job.

It can't be said how decent it is, but at least it is much better than workers, and it is not that dangerous.

With his status as a college student, he could be promoted to a position like police sergeant assistant as soon as he came in. The starting point was very high, and there was a chance to be a police inspector in the future, and deputy police superintendent was not impossible.

His father knew the police in Xinjin City too well, so he strongly supported his choice.

But he didn't expect that he came back for two days during the New Year, and not long after he left, the police station asked him to come back to identify the body and handle the funeral.

He found the police chief and asked about this matter, but the police chief didn't tell him any answers, just saying that it might be a burglary and murder case.

And told him not to investigate this case.

This is an obvious protective behavior. He was not stupid enough to think that the police chief was a bad person. After all, he had seen the police chief a few times before.

Through the relationship of school alumni, he contacted an capable alumnus who was also active in the police circle, and then he knew the inside story of the matter!

His father was killed because he arrested criminals!

Many people know who that person is, but they dare not take action, not only because there are big shots behind the other party, but more importantly, his attitude of "if you touch me, I will kill you"!

The colleagues of the young man's father were just colleagues. They would not take such a big risk for a colleague who was already finished.

So everyone pretended not to know about this.

But at this time he knew, he wanted revenge!

"I've made up my mind." He suddenly said after a moment of silence, "I want to go to the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

The "senior" beside him nodded slightly. "This is also what I wanted to tell you."

"Dealing with people like Lans White, even if you become the police chief, you are powerless." "Because there are countless people who have ways to make you unable to do anything, and it becomes very dangerous."

"But the Federal Bureau of Investigation is different. Our new director is a person with ideas, and now it is a state of war, and the President has begun to centralize power."

He said and paused. Some words were a bit deep to say. "In short, this is a very good choice, and I also plan to transfer to the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

"After entering this department, we are directly responsible to the director and the President. Even if Lans White has congressmen or military people behind him, they will not confront the Presidential Palace head-on for a gang leader like him."

The young man pursed his lips tightly. His lips were white and bloodless because of forceful squeezing. He even felt a trace of fishy sweetness.

Unknowingly, he bit his lip. He nodded. "I know."

The middle-aged man appreciated his eyes very much. "You are a college student, easier to be promoted than us. Keep the hatred in your heart, don't let it interfere with you."

"When you grow up to be tall enough, then go deal with him."

"Time will make you strong, give you the power to defeat the enemy, you have to be able to endure all this, I know this is very difficult!"

He patted the young man's shoulder. "Let's go, we should leave too."

The young man looked at the direction where Lans's motorcade disappeared again, made a decision to avenge his parents, and then left here with his senior.

!

Originally, his senior didn't agree to let him come, fearing he would be impulsive, but he wanted to see Lans with his own eyes too much, to carve his appearance into his bones.

If there is anyone who hopes Lans will live without illness or disaster at this moment, then it must be this young man.

He hopes to avenge himself, hopes Lans will not have any accidents, waiting for the moment he walks in front of him and sends him to the electric chair!

Lans didn't know that someone would hate himself so much, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

There are many people in this world who hate him, and it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less.

Anyone who wants to deal with him must pay the awareness of dying!

Mr. Charles didn't have such awareness. He is very uneasy and terrified now. He was sentenced to three months in prison, and the judge refused his request to transfer to a private prison, the reason being that the three-month sentence would end soon.

If he wants to transfer to prison, he has to go through many judicial procedures, and also evaluate whether he has the qualifications to transfer to prison, etc. By the time the evaluation is done, his sentence is almost over, so it was directly refused.

His lawyer helped him appeal to the appellate court. The appellate court believed that the verdict and sentencing results of the Jincheng City Court were very appropriate.

Prostitution is indeed an illegal act, and considering that Mr. Charles has had the experience of doing charity and is willing to continue to do charity, he was given a three-month sentence that was on the edge.

Behind this matter, Lans exerted force. Attorney General Terry and the people of the State Department of Justice have a very good relationship, after all, both sides often have to cooperate.

The judge of the appellate court pointed out that the lawyer's attempt to use moral kidnapping to let Mr. Charles escape legal sanctions is shameful. If they always entangle in having committed a crime but want to spend money and not bear the consequences.

Then the appellate court will increase the sentence to ten months.

So far, Mr. Charles's "prison break" plan has completely failed, and he has to stay here for a full three months.

He has to thank that he still has money in his hands. As soon as he entered the prison, he let people arrange it well for the warden, and managed him separately from ordinary prisoners.

His lawyer also told him that he had been detained outside for more than half a month, and in fact, he only had to serve two months and a little more. These days will pass soon.

Although the conditions of the public prison are not good, there is one thing that is very good, that is, the warden has infinite power within the scope of the prison, not touching the prison administration!

They brought thick banknotes to the warden, allowing him to live very well here.

Of course, it is said so. The so-called very good is just no forced labor.

There is also forced labor in federal prisons.

After a congressman in Congress proposed the idea that "even prisoners are members of the Federation, and as long as they are members of the Federation, they should contribute their strength to the Federation's war," now the entire federal public prison has begun forced labor.

They will produce some military equipment they are capable of producing, such as water canteens, military leather boots, and the like.

Not doing well here means getting beaten, but fortunately, Charles and the other Bay Area tycoons who were imprisoned with him don't need to do these things.

It wasn't just Mr. Charles who was imprisoned; others were also imprisoned for the crime of prostitution. Mr. Charles couldn't avoid this prison disaster, let alone the others!

When he learned that Lanse already held a large amount of stock in the wharf investment company, he was terrified inside!

Only then did he realize that Lanse and Mayor Williams, these two people both had their own goals!

But now that he is in prison, he has no way out; only after he gets out can he think of a way to deal with it.

At the end of January, it's almost February, and his lawyer came to visit him in prison.

Usually, there is only one opportunity for a prison visit every six months, but he paid a lot of money, enough, so someone can come to visit him at any time.

When Mr. Charles was brought to the room, he sat opposite the lawyer with some confusion, "We didn't have this meeting in our plan; did something happen?"

The lawyer's expression was no different from usual, appearing very professional.

"You are right, Mr. Charles, a small problem has occurred."

"Mr. Lanse said he wants to acquire the shares of the wharf investment company in your hands and hopes you can sell them to him."

Mr. Charles's expression changed somewhat; he had seen big storms and waves and didn't jump up because of such ambiguous words from the lawyer. He stared into the other party's eyes, "Are you working for Lanse now?"

The lawyer nodded, but then shook his head, "I am still your private lawyer, Mr. Charles."

"But you know our law firm doesn't just accept your commissions, although we would also like to do so!"

"From a work perspective, your case has already been closed, and my work has also ended, so our subsequent contact is based on the private work issue between me personally and you."

"Mr. Lanse sent a work invitation to the law firm, and the law firm found it hard to refuse, so I came here."

The price to completely "wrap up" such a famous law firm is outrageously high; even Charles couldn't sustain such squandering of his own money.

There was nothing wrong with what the lawyer said; the law firm couldn't refuse Lanse's commission just because Mr. Charles and Lanse were in an adversarial relationship.

And on the surface, the cooperative relationship between Mr. Charles and the law firm had already ended because he was imprisoned; this does not violate professional ethics.

Mr. Charles had many things he wanted to say, but in the end, he said nothing.

"How much is he willing to pay?", he asked this key question.

He had a rough calculation; Lanse should now hold more than 33.4 percent of the stock; in other words, he could already exercise a veto.

This is a very bad situation; a veto means everyone can stop working, goddammit.

If the other party's offer is sincere enough, it's not like he can't sell and leave.

Anyway, he has already made so much money over these years, and he can make another profit by selling the shares.

Not too much of a loss.

Life in prison made him think clearly about many things; Mayor Williams's power is solid, and Lanse's power is constantly expanding; he is no longer a match for these two people.

Rather than continuing to struggle, it's better to leave early.

The lawyer's expression was a bit strange; he took out a transfer agreement and handed it to him, "You'd better take a look at it yourself."

A very standard share transfer agreement, but when he flipped to the place where Lanse made the offer, his face suddenly flushed red!

"I can't possibly agree!", he stood up directly, "Don't waste time; go tell Lanse, if he really wants it, he can make a proper offer."

"But if he comes like this, I won't sell the shares to him!"

When the lawyer glanced at the "one dollar" notation, he knew this would be the result.

However, he wasn't too disappointed, because Lanse said that in three days at most, Mr. Charles would change his mind!

(End of chapter)