Chapter 71: Investment and Wage Arrears

Gunfights in the night of Jincheng are common, but in broad daylight, it is difficult for such an intense gunfight to break out.

Although short, this is the port area, one of the three districts where the most people are active in Jincheng.

In less than an hour, almost half of the people in Jincheng knew that the Brotherhood Gang and someone had a gunfight at the entrance of their company in broad daylight, and Jimmy left after being shot.

The gunman who wounded him died in the alley.

In the room, Mr. Jobav pressed his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together against his chin, thinking in a very uncomfortable posture, like when constipated.

He had already heard the news and knew that this was done by the hitman he had asked his assistant to find.

The result was very unsatisfactory.

The assistant was confirming this matter on the phone on the side. After a while, the call ended, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

Mr. Jobav straightened his waist, "Although I don't really hope to hear these things, which will increase my risk, I still want to know, what kind of trash did you find?"

"Can't even do this little thing well?"

The assistant knew Mr. Jobav too well. They had worked together for many years, so he could hear the suppressed anger in Mr. Jobav's tone.

He had always felt that finding a hitman and killing a gang thug was a very ordinary thing, almost impossible to fail.

It's not like you were asked to assassinate the president, and even if you were to assassinate the president, not every president could escape assassination.

This was just a small person, but inexplicably failed. When he heard that "they were shooting at each other in the traffic across half a road," Mr. Jobav's brain buzzed.

"I need an explanation."

The assistant opened his mouth, wanting to say that they... indeed found an unreliable person, but didn't know how to explain the role his nephew played.

In the end, he could only sigh lightly, "This is my problem."

Mr. Jobav glanced at him sideways, "Now this is not whose problem it is, but whether we will be exposed."

The assistant pursed his lips and explained seriously, "Mr. Jobav, I can guarantee that we haven't revealed where this money came from to anyone."

"And... if necessary, I will have him stand out and take the initiative to..."

The assistant was a bit painful. If he let his nephew stand out and take the initiative to indicate that he was the one who did it, this would mean that the Brotherhood Gang's fierce revenge would follow.

His nephew couldn't resist such revenge, and would very likely be killed in a ritualistic revenge.

This kind of ritualistic killing is very painful. Before death, one has to accept inhuman torture before being executed.

Almost all gangs have their ritualistic killing methods, and some gangs call this "honor killing," in order to pass a message to their own people and outsiders that they are very scary!

Mr. Jobav raised his hand, "Your nephew is an Imperial person. Jimmy just took thirty thousand dollars from me. If you think that letting him say he did it will end this matter, then you are too naive."

Actually, he had some other thoughts he didn't say. Maybe the assistant knew very well that he couldn't let an Imperial person stand out and do this. Whoever it was, as long as he was an Imperial person, it would implicate himself.

Just when discussing countermeasures, suddenly the phone rang, which made Mr. Jobav, whose mental strength was highly concentrated, tremble slightly.

After a few seconds, he calmed down, "Go answer the phone."

The assistant was also startled. He came back to his senses, walked to the phone, and answered it. Immediately, Jimmy's cordial greetings to Mr. Jobav came from inside.

"Tell Old Joe, this matter is not over. He not only hurt me but also hurt the entire Brotherhood Gang. Tell him to hurry up and find someone, see if anyone is willing to help him, before our revenge arrives!"

"Poli is very angry. I guarantee he will die very miserably!"

"Not just him!"

The phone was hung up quickly, not even giving them a chance to explain. Mr. Jobav was silent for a long time after listening. He stood up slowly, walked to the window, and looked at Jincheng, which was covered in golden light. After a moment of struggle, his eyes became firm again.

"Help me contact the mayor and tell him I want to talk to him about investment."

The assistant turned to make the call, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

People in Jincheng talk about the mayor and feel that he is young, full of infectious power, and doing well here. Although the development of Jincheng did not start with him, he has indeed done well in the past few years, and many people support him.

Having dazzling achievements here provides the foundation for continuing to climb up. It is said that big figures in Congress are supporting him.

There are rumors that the next step is very likely for him to enter the State Assembly and take on an important role, which also means he is about to get an admission ticket to the high-level Federal political arena.

So he, like Mr. Jobav, does not hope that there are any stains on himself.

But at the same time, as a politician, he needs funds and support.

Before, they chatted at an investment promotion party. The mayor hoped that he could invest in several projects, any one of them.

He also attached great importance to the mayor's line, but after returning and asking people to investigate, these investment projects almost all belonged to the infrastructure category.

It's not that there is no profit, there is, but the cycle of cost recovery and profitability is too long.

After a long term and inflation, whether it is really profitable is a question mark.

And the starting investment is very large, at least twenty thousand starting. Considering many comprehensive factors, he privately indicated that he could give the mayor some personal political contributions, but didn't really want to invest in these projects.

The mayor didn't continue to talk to him about these projects, and also refused the issue of personal contributions.

Even if Mr. Jobav indicated that he would definitely do it properly, the kind that even the Federal Savings Bank and the Federal Tax Bureau couldn't find out.

After that, the contact between the two became much weaker. After all, they were not on the same "channel."

And this time, he must have a powerful person to deter these gang members and maintain his interests!

Then this line he once lost became one of the few choices!

The call was connected quickly. The mayor was also very much looking forward to Mr. Jobav's invitation, indicating that he had time the night after tomorrow, and both sides also agreed on the time and place.

After letting the assistant leave, Mr. Jobav was full of anger and helplessness, helplessness more so!

Over the years, he has seen too many ugly Federals, and at the same time, he is a bit... angry about his identity as an Imperial person. If possible, he is more eager than others to become a true Federal.

But he can't do these things, at least not now. So before he can do it, he has to maintain the persona of "Imperial pride."

Being exploited and hurt is not just encountered by the underclass. Mr. Jobav is also encountering it, but the forces he faces are larger and harder to provoke.

On the other side, Elvin brought a short man to Lans's office.

"This is Hiram, a classmate of my cousin."

"This is our boss, Mr. Lans."

Hiram looked to be about 1.7 meters tall. In this period, this height is not tall, but definitely not short, an average value.

However, he looked a bit thin, maybe only a little over a hundred pounds, wearing a not-so-clean shirt and a high-waisted blue denim overalls.

Long hair, shaking his head from time to time to shake the hair covering his vision to the side, looking a bit honest and loyal, that is, looking a bit stupid.

"Mr. Lans." Hiram shouted after Elvin and took the initiative to lower his head to show his respect for Lans.

Lans looked at Elvin, and Elvin signaled Hiram to say some of his thoughts.

"Mr. Lans, it's like this, recently..." He glanced at Elvin, "We all heard that you are the most successful and resourceful among us young people."

"We recently encountered a very unfair thing. The place where I work refused to give us wages, the reason being that we are illegal immigrants."

"I thought about it and thought that maybe only you could help us, so I asked Elvin, and we came over."

Lans repeated, "We?"

Hiram nodded and said, "Yes, there are eight of us in total, all illegal immigrants from the Empire."

"Do you have a rented work card?"

Hiram shook his head, "No."

Lans roughly knew the situation.

Renting a work card to work is a manifestation of following the rules.

But there is another situation, which is to completely ignore the laws and regulations of the Federation. One dares to hire, one dares to work. It depends on whether the hiring party wants face.

If they don't want face, these illegal immigrants definitely have nowhere to complain. Even if they report to the police, it won't bring any substantial harm to the place where people are used.

Fine a sum of money.

But for illegal immigrants, not following the laws of the Federation not only has the possibility of being deported but also the possibility of going to jail before being deported.

So even if some people were cheated, they didn't dare to make it public everywhere, because compared to losing a month's wages, whether it is deportation or jail, they are results they are unwilling to face.

This has caused a small number of capitalists to do so unscrupulously.

"What do you want me to do?"

Lans asked, "Can I contact your boss to help you get back your wages, and then report him after you leave, or beat him up?"

Hiram smiled very simply, "It's like this, Mr. Lans, because I have been working in the warehouse, so I know that his warehouse has been full of wine recently..." ===== CHAPTER 72 =====