Chapter 711: Compromise and offense and defense

In the room three days ago, when Mr. Charles saw the lawyer again, his complexion was much worse than a few days ago!

Everything he suffered in these few days made him feel a deep despair and betrayal.

He stared at the lawyer with a somewhat distorted and sinister expression. The lawyer was still that calm appearance.

He has seen many clients since he worked until now: normal ones, abnormal ones, lunatics, and perverted murderers.

If Mr. Charles doesn't use something that can threaten his life to cause danger to him, then he is not afraid of this kind of direct look of simple eyes.

As for whether it will offend Mr. Charles?

After he signs this agreement, he is "Charles."

"I want to see Lans, or talk to him, I want to talk to him personally!", Mr. Charles pursed his lips. He sat on the chair with his butt crooked, exerting force on the thigh part, so that the innermost part of his butt would not be squeezed.

He couldn't bear the pain brought by the squeezing. Those people wouldn't "cherish" him at all.

He endured the double pain of body and spirit, and could still maintain relatively calm emotions. He felt that he was already a great man.

The lawyer shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Charles, my client has already instructed me that before you sign this agreement, he will not see you, nor will he talk to you."

He watched Mr. Charles's face turn red quickly, and his eyes became more dangerous, but there was no tension at all. "By the way, because of my work arrangement, our next meeting will be after next week."

"You know, the war broke out."

"There is still a lot of work to be done in Jincheng, and Mr. Lans has a lot of commissions, so I can't continue to take care of this place for a short time."

"I heard a... I don't know if it's true."

He stood on the other side of the table, looking down at his most important client in the past. "I heard that your wife, in order to find a way to bring you home from here, found a broker who supposedly knows big shots through some channels, and gave the other party a large sum of money."

When he heard this sentence, Mr. Charles's eyes went black. His arms supporting the table were trembling. After a while, he recovered. "How is my son?"

"He is doing quite well, I heard, but he owes a large sum of money in the casino, and your wife is raising funds to find a way to redeem him."

He didn't know what his son had encountered, but he knew that now he must, immediately, leave here, otherwise he would lose everything!

He looked at the lawyer, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. "If I sign, can I go out immediately?"

The lawyer shook his head with regret. "Sorry, I'm afraid this is unlikely. It is the appellate court that made these decisions. Lans often says a sentence, which is 'everyone is equal before the law,' so we can't decide when you go out."

"But I heard that this can make you live a little more comfortably."

He said and took out the agreement from the briefcase, placed it on the desktop, and there was a pen. "Sign it, and everything will end."

"Mr. Charles, you are my old customer, I have to say a word outside of work."

"Mr. Lans is definitely the most honest person I have ever seen. You can completely trust what he says!"

Yes, the most trustworthy. If he says let you die, you will die. If he says don't let you die, at least he won't do it himself.

As the existence of one of the "Jincheng Twin Towers," Lans will definitely make himself a trustworthy person.

The bigger the big shot, the more they have to establish these positive personas.

Mr. Charles sat there with his chest constantly undulating, and finally he sighed, took the pen, and wrote his name tremblingly.

At this moment, he felt that his life was a failure.

After so many years of hard work, the accumulation of several generations, he is almost going to lose it all!

The lawyer checked the document and his signature, and a smile appeared on his face. "It is very worth it for you to think clearly about this point, Mr. Charles. Please rest assured, everything will return to the right track!"

Soon the lawyer left the prison with the document. Before leaving the prison, he exchanged two dollars for the opportunity to make a phone call in the prison duty room.

The phone was connected quickly, and Lans's voice appeared in the receiver. "Mr. Lans, he has signed."

Lans's voice didn't show how happy he was. Mr. Charles... no, now it is Charles.

Charles can't eat the bitterness in prison. This point is in his expectation. In fact, let alone Charles, many people can't eat the bitterness in prison. It is really hell inside, not a place where people should be.

"Thank you for your hard work, come back early, finish the work early, and I will send you the final payment early."

A happy smile appeared on the lawyer's face. For him, Mr. Lans is a very educated and very noble person.

The lawyer and his firm can earn at least four hundred thousand or more from this work. Lans didn't bargain either. This involves a lot of content and things, and it is worth this money.

It's not that Lawyer Roben can't do it. Lawyer Roben can also do it, but his efficiency, compared with the efficiency of such a big law firm, is much worse.

And the lawyer side also has a certain relationship with the judicial department. For example, some controversial signatures, they can directly handle it.

In the case of the client not appearing, they can directly transfer these shares to Lans.

So paying four or five hundred thousand or more is not a problem for Lans at all. The value of the work ability they show is much higher than this!

In the receiver, the lawyer promised again and again to help Lans handle all things as soon as possible, and then hung up the phone.

Lans quickly picked up the phone again and dialed Lawyer Roben's number.

"Charles's side can be put aside."

Lawyer Roben has a good relationship with the warden. The changes in the prison were made by Lawyer Roben, and he also knows very well that Lans used a big law firm's lawyer, but he has no opinion on this.

"I know..."

Charles in prison just returned to the workshop. A prison guard walked over with a strange expression. "The warden wants to see you..."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief slightly. He knew that the warden wanted to knock him for a sum, but now, after suffering in his butt and being beaten and hungry, he has bowed his head to fate.

Being blackmailed is at least better than being treated like that!

At the same time, he also knows that from this moment on, he and Lans, and these people like Mayor Williams, are no longer equal.

He lost his "crown"!

Lans won't know that Charles has so many thoughts and feelings now, but even if he knows, he won't care. Every federal citizen is paying attention to the war on the other side of the sea.

A few days ago, Jincheng sent away a batch of troops. In fact, you don't need to observe carefully to see the feeling of tension and uneasiness shown by those soldiers when they boarded the ship.

The stiff and deformed movements made the entire troop's boarding ceremony not show the power and beauty that the military wanted, but instead gave people an inexplicable, indescribable feeling, like forcing these young people to die.

Some local newspapers are reporting whether it is right to do so. Many people, even now, still believe that they should not be involved in a war that has nothing to do with the Federation itself.

About one-third of the troops who went to the front line for the first time were illegal immigrants and refugees. They wanted to obtain legal federal status too much, so they could only pass through this method.

The military's promise to them is five years. Five years later, regardless of whether the war has ended, they will obtain federal citizenship.

If they have an accident in the war, their families can also become federal citizens.

Paul is such an illegal immigrant, smuggled from the Empire.

In fact, the environment in the Empire is still okay now. The stubborn resistance army is still fighting guerrilla warfare with the imperial government, but most areas have begun to tend to be calm.

Some people say this is accumulating strength for the next round of storms, and some people say that the small group of resistance forces cannot overturn anything.

Paul came to the Federation because he wanted to earn some money. There were some people around him who smuggled to the Federation during the civil war, and they would mail some money back every once in a while.

Those families with people in the Federation have a higher status in the social environment of the Empire than ordinary families!

Even those privileged classes, when treating these people, will be much more polite than treating those ordinary people.

Various beautiful rumors about the Federation are all over the Empire. The Federation is full of money everywhere. As long as you are willing to bend down, even if you wash dishes in a restaurant, you can buy a house in three months.

The Federation is full of opportunities everywhere. Even if you are the lowest-level salesman, you have the opportunity to become a senior partner of the company, or even a shareholder. That is a place where wealth myths are staged every day. Many people enter the exchange with one hundred dollars, and when they come out, they already have a net worth of tens of millions!

Everything related to the Federation is attracting him. He wants to go to the Federation, wants to live a good life, and wants his family to live a good life.

Now the cost of smuggling to the Federation has dropped a lot, and the competition between those snakeheads has become fierce. The price of four hundred dollars to send a person to the Federation has a fatal temptation for those imperial people who are eager to change their destiny.

Squeeze, still able to squeeze out some.

Before Paul came to the Federation, the last thing his parents told him was to earn money and buy a house as soon as possible, and then pick up their whole family.

It's just that after coming to the Federation, life here is not as easy as they imagined in the Empire. Every day when eyes open, it is spending money.

Spending money is no problem, but the problem is that he can't earn money.

He registered at Lans's firm and also had income, but he couldn't save any money at all.

The thing that washing dishes for three months can afford a house is proven to be false by his personal experience. He changed several jobs, all about the same, because there is no legal status of the Federation, his wages are only twenty dollars.

This is already the most reward he can get. As for working two jobs?

This is a good idea, but it is not realistic.

!

The current Federation has not implemented working hour restrictions. Almost all places that use labor use people as livestock. Ten hours a day is just the starting point. There are eleven hours, twelve hours.

After working for at least ten hours, is there any energy to work for another ten hours?

He is not willing to find temporary work. The wages of temporary work are too low, and there is no guarantee.

Just when he doubted whether coming to the Federation was a correct choice, his family was still writing to let him stabilize as soon as possible and pick up their whole family to enjoy happiness.

Conscription began.

Such soldiers have an income of about seventy or eighty dollars a month, and the treatment is also very good. No need to worry about not being full. Every meal has meat, just how much.

And five years later, they automatically become federal citizens, and his family can also enjoy the care of these policies.

If he can persist until the war ends, then according to the contract he signed with the military, if he is willing to stay in the army after the war ends, the military will cultivate him in the direction of an officer.

By then, one or two hundred dollars a month is not a problem.

This is a dangerous but always hopeful job. Under huge survival pressure, he signed up.

After short training, now he and his Federation have arrived on the Tanfite Continent.

The Federation is still winter at this time, early February, the weather is still very cold, although people have begun to "predict" that spring is not far away, but the cold air still makes people can't help but shrink their necks.

But on the Tanfite Continent, there is already a temperature of fourteen or fifteen degrees.

After getting off the ship, Paul's head was already a bit dizzy. The instinct of training for these few months prompted him to find his company and his position.

After the officer counted the number of people, he let them get on the truck, which can also be said to be a troop carrier.

Their destination this time is to build a line of defense fifty kilometers away.

The Dantre Republic's army advanced very fast, and the firepower was very fierce, and it has been constantly advancing.

The Slard people put the main battlefield in a more southern position. If the flank is broken by the Dantre people, it will cause a fatal impact on the main battlefield.

Originally, they planned to push their army up to defend this piece to the death. After the Federation joined the war, it took the initiative to take on the military task of defending this piece, which also made the pressure on the Slard flank greatly reduced.

This time their task is very heavy, and the military high-level also gave them a death order: even if the casualties exceed twenty percent, they must defend the line of defense to the death.

Paul was pushed onto the truck in a daze, and then after a long journey of about two hours in the shaking carriage, he finally arrived at the designated location.

He had already vomited in the car, many people had vomited, it was too shaky, and some road sections were even shakier than on the sea.

The shaking on the sea is "soft," and the shaking on the ground is "hard." This feeling is more uncomfortable.

But fortunately, everything is over.

After the company officer let them rest for ten minutes, he immediately asked them to start building battlefield fortifications. Paul was assigned to dig trenches.

In this period of positional warfare, trenches still have a huge role.

Just like this, Paul, who has been farming since childhood, picked up the shovel again after more than a year of torture and did the familiar work.

When there was no exchange of fire, everyone was nervous, but not so nervous, and could still talk and laugh.

When eating at night, they were still talking about some things they had to face later.

People didn't feel fear, and Paul was the same. He didn't feel that he would die, at this moment.

He felt that the war was very close, but death was very far away, including the comrades who had been together in the army for a few months.

He, and they, did not treat themselves as part of the numbers after the phrase of casualties in the war report.

Such days only persisted for two days. On the third day, they discovered the enemy's reconnaissance troops.

Some war horses appeared in the distance. When they discovered these war horses, the local reconnaissance troops seemed to have discovered them too.

Both sides observed each other from a very far distance. Paul looked at those reconnaissance troops through the shooting port built. "When do you say they will attack?"

The person beside him was also an illegal immigrant from the Empire, about the same as him, who came to the Federation with a federal dream and was finally sent into the army.

The fellow villager laughed happily. "Maybe a few more days."

Paul nodded. "Should be a few more days."

They just "hoped" that it would be delayed for a few more days, preferably delayed until the war ended and they didn't come.

At night, the sky was completely dark, and some shadows moving in the dark perfectly hid in the night.

The wild is not a city, nor a flat square. There are too many undulating terrains here, so many that people can't observe all places at all.

There are several high-power searchlights on the defense section, which will shine on the wilderness every once in a while.

But the world outside is too big, it is impossible to observe every inch of land, and those shadows only need to lie down and not move when necessary. Even if the light sweeps over them, no one will notice them.

Paul is not on the night shift tonight. He has fallen asleep. In his dream, he realized his federal dream.

He dreamed that the war ended, he made a contribution, took a large reward when he retired, and the army gave him a house.

He picked up his family to the Federation, and because of his outstanding performance in the war, he became a small celebrity and met many beautiful girls...

Just when he dreamed of entering the hall of marriage with that beautiful girl and was just about to make a contribution to the reproduction cause of mankind, suddenly a thunder sounded in the sky!

Everything in the dream world was fading and falling off rapidly. He woke up from the dream with some regrets. The explosion sounded again, and the harsh whistle and the terrified "enemy attack" sound of the soldiers came to his ears!

The enemy is attacking!

They have touched a very close place and used mortars, and the battle broke out in an instant.

A dozen illumination bombs were shot into the sky. He looked up blankly at the illumination bombs that illuminated the entire wilderness rising constantly. His superior hammered his steel helmet. "Go to the shooting port, Paul!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 712 =====