Chapter 721

In the morning, Lanse was woken up by the phone ringing.

He scratched his head, sat up from the bed, rubbed his face, and picked up the phone, "This is Lanse."

"Mr. Lanse, Francisco wants to go to Sumuli!"

The voice coming from the receiver was a bit familiar to Lanse. It took him several seconds to react. This is an uncle of Francisco's main family.

Paul's brothers and sisters are not all bad people. There are also two or three who are okay to Francisco, and this is one of them.

He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be at a dinner, Alberto introduced this person to him.

"Why did he suddenly want to return to Sumuli Island?" Lanse just woke up, his brain was still in a cold start state, and his brain pulp was still in a solidified state.

Only after fully starting up can it rotate at high speed, and thinking can become faster.

Francisco's kind uncle sighed, "I asked about the relationship on the island, Alberto's assassination of Christopher failed last night, and they have been killed."

"Shit!"

All the sleepiness on Lanse's body dissipated, "What about Christopher?"

"How is he?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Lanse, Christopher was seriously injured, not life-threatening."

When Alberto insisted on going back, he had such a premonition. This guy is afraid that he will never return in the true sense.

But he just wants to go back, and persuasion is useless. Lanse had already told him that whether he could succeed or not, he would die on Sumuli Island.

If he failed, naturally it would be like now, killed by Christopher's people.

If he succeeded, the people of the four major families would kill him. They would not allow such a person who betrayed orthodoxy to kill their flag and still be able to leave the island alive.

So he is dead.

But people are like this. Even if they have predicted the worst ending, they will still fantasize about a "what if"?

What if the development of this matter exceeds everyone's expectations, even if it is in a desperate situation, can find a way to survive?

People will always involuntarily think so; this is human nature.

Lanse also thought that if Alberto had a reliable relationship on the island, after killing Christopher, he could hide, hide for a period of time, and after the limelight passed, he would find a way to leave Sumuli Island. What if it succeeded?

Until this moment, when Alberto's death news came, he let out a heavy sigh.

The result of the development of the matter coincides with the rational prediction. No what if, no if.

Lanse took a cigarette from the bedside cigarette case and lit it, "Why does Xisco want to go to Sumuli?"

Francisco's kind uncle explained, "The funeral home over there said he should go over to claim Alberto's body."

Hearing this, Lanse couldn't help asking, "This looks like Duo'er's trick, how would the funeral home know Xisco's phone number?"

"Is he stupid or crazy?"

The kind uncle smiled bitterly, "We all persuaded him. He actually knows it too. He said he just wants to bring people back from the island."

Hearing this, Lanse sighed again, "Let Xisco answer the phone."

It took about seven or eight minutes for the phone to be reconnected, "Uncle Lanse..."

"I already know everything. This is Duo'er's trap. If you go, you will most likely not be able to come back like Alberto."

"If you don't want everything he did before leaving to be wasted, wasting his efforts and kindness, the most you should do now is to develop hard, and then find an opportunity to kill Duo'er."

"Instead of taking a boat back and sending it to him to kill!"

"He will stand in front of your and Alberto's corpses and tell people that he is the most suitable successor to the Pasreto family!"

Hearing these words from Lanse, Francisco couldn't help but growl, "I will slaughter him!"

Lanse sneered, "Everyone can talk big. When dozens of guns are pointed at your head, you will cry like a child!"

"No!"

"You will, you know this. You are as afraid of death as ordinary people. When you get off that damn boat, you will find that you are surrounded by Duo'er's people."

"You won't even have time to realize your ideals, you will be beaten into a sieve, and then thrown into the sea to feed the sharks with Alberto."

"In the end, you will only have bones broken by fish, and it will be everywhere."

"You can't do anything, except making Duo'er become greater in the eyes of those people, you can't do anything."

Francisco suddenly fell silent, because he knew that everything Lanse said was right.

He is not a fool, his brain is actually quite smart, otherwise Paul would not have always asked him to study hard.

Paul discovered that he had a smart brain and let him go to school, trying to make a "college student ruler" appear in the family, but unfortunately, he died too early, causing all this to not become a reality.

But this will not change the fact that Francisco is a smart person.

If it is said that they might not care about who went to the island in an illegal way before, then after Christopher was assassinated, the four major families would definitely strengthen this part of management.

They will put great pressure on those organizations engaged in smuggling. If they are not careful, all organizations will suffer a purge. The four major families never reason on their own territory.

As long as Francisco is smuggled over, the moment he gets off the boat is the moment he is finished.

As for taking the official channel and taking a cruise ship over?

This is a good idea, but similarly, there must be four major families, or even Christopher's people at the pier. After they see Francisco, he will not live for twenty-four hours either.

He can figure these out, it's just that the pain of losing Alberto gave him an impulse to vent.

This is like people often using vocabulary like "fuck" when they feel hurt, but this doesn't mean they really want to fuck anyone, especially when those objects are of the same sex.

Now he has vented almost enough, and should also calm down.

"What should we do, Uncle Lanse?" His voice was filled with something confused, unable to see the future.

Lanse took a puff of cigarette, and the lit cigarette butt seemed to make the dim room a bit brighter, "I will bring their corpses back."

"As for Duo'er, after I solve some things in my hands, I will handle him."

Francisco also knows that this is the correct and only choice, "Thank you, Uncle Lanse."

"You're welcome, Paul helped me, and Alberto is also my brother. I should bear these."

"You should be careful recently and pay attention to safety. Since Duo'er intends to attract you over, it means he wants to take action against you. You are in a dangerous period."

"If you have any needs, whether it's lacking people, or lacking money, weapons, or anything else, call me."

"Before he left, he entrusted me to take good care of you."

"Okay, I know, Uncle Lanse."

"If you have any needs, I will tell you directly."

"Well, that's it for now."

"Goodbye."

Lanse hung up the phone, leaned back on the head of the bed and smoked, thinking about everything Alberto had done in the past.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head, "This idiot."

He took another puff of cigarette, pinched the cigarette butt in the ashtray, walked to the window, and pulled the curtain with a clatter.

The light outside the window shone in. The morning sun was not dazzling, golden, brilliant, shining on his face and body through the window.

He looked down at this prosperous city, watching those people who got up early and were walking in a hurry on the street. The city was waking up little by little.

At 8:30 in the morning, Lanse had finished his meal. He asked Tom yesterday and got the information about where the sixteen liquor merchants other than him were currently living in New Jincheng.

Originally, he didn't want to fight for the position of rotating chairman of the industry committee. It sounds like this position is very glorious, managing these people. But in fact, this is not a comfortable job.

In the past, Lanse also had many titles, such as director, committee member, all kinds of them.

When he was at a low level, he felt that these titles were very meaningful, proving that he was a successful person.

At that time, there were more than a dozen such titles on the business card he printed, which were carefully selected and occupied half of the business card.

He even saw a business card full of titles on the back.

But as his career became larger and larger and the level he contacted became higher and higher, he found that the higher he went, the less people cared about those titles that had no practical meaning. The higher the level, the simpler the business card, or the side he faced society.

Many times it is just a person's name.

Gradually, he also understood that a core successor of a big family, even if he has no titles or positions, people will not look down on him.

But if he is just an ordinary person, even if he has titles as thick as a phone book, those high-and-mighty people will not look at him differently because of this.

One's own strength is the foundation of everything, not those ethereal titles.

!

Moreover, becoming a rotating chairman is not an interesting thing. He will be entangled by things in this committee. It is not good to manage, and it is not good not to manage.

The people behind these brewing companies must be tied to the interests of those senators in Congress, or some heavyweight politicians in the political arena.

Their demands are often not general demands. Compared to being a "manager" or "ruler," in fact, this rotating chairman is more like a person who provides services.

This position is not that good, and Lanse has no intention to fight for it.

But now that Joseph has set him up, not fighting is "showing weakness."

Whether it is the Federation or other countries, as long as they are capitalist societies, they never play that set of etiquette, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom, and faith with you. If you show weakness, they will definitely step on you!

Lanse has no room to retreat. He must stand up now!

Tom also came over early in the morning, "I heard about what happened to you at Mr. Rao's side. Why did you provoke them?"

Lanse briefly explained the reason. Tom shook his head after listening, "It's true that their temperament is not big after listening to you."

He then handed the investigated materials to Lanse. If someone else went to get these materials, there was a high probability that they couldn't get them. Only someone with a deep background like Tom could get them.

"What do you plan to do now?" He asked.

While looking at these materials, Lanse said, "Joseph wants to use me as a target to attract firepower, so I will fulfill his wish and fight for this rotating chairman."

After listening, Tom also nodded slightly, "The senator also heard about this. If you can do it, he will support it very much."

Just like Lanse said, this is no longer a small matter of who will be the first rotating chairman; it has risen to a higher level.

An implicit competition between seventeen wineries and the forces behind these wineries.

Lanse took out a few documents from it, "Excluding me, there are only sixteen. I vote for myself. In other words, as long as half of the people stand on my side, I will definitely be the first rotating chairman."

Tom nodded. He agreed with Lanse's point of view. He liked to communicate with people like Lanse who had a fast-turning brain and could provide himself with some ideas.

Communicating with those idiots too much, he felt his brain was almost not working.

"Although Joseph is a villain, he contacted three other people and has already expressed his position to support me."

"So, I only need to persuade four more people, and I will be the first rotating chairman."

Tom was stunned after listening. He didn't think about this matter carefully at first, just felt it was very difficult.

Seventeen wineries, including Lanse, at least half of the people must support Lanse for Lanse to become the rotating chairman. The difficulty of this is too great.

But now listening to his analysis, this matter is actually not difficult!

He began to cooperate with Lanse's work more actively. He jumped out two documents from it, "The relationship behind these two wineries and the senator's side is still okay. You should be able to persuade them."

"Then the remaining two, how do you plan to choose?"

Lanse looked around and took out three more, placing them on the table.

From the scale of these three wineries and the supporters behind them, they are not the best choices.

The scale is very small, and the supporters are not like Senator Cleveland, who is clearly in the rising trend of Congress, just very ordinary ones, most of the time they will be notified how to vote.

Even if they are not marginal characters, they are almost at the level of marginal characters.

Tom was a bit surprised, "Why choose them?"

"Because they are very weak?"

Lanse shook his head, "For those large-scale wineries, with powerful supporters behind them...", his hand tapped on a file, a winery producing brandy, hidden behind it is the cousin of the President.

In fact, everyone knows that the cousin of the President is the owner of those wealth on the surface, but in fact, he is just the manager of those wealth.

Those wealth all belong to the President.

Most mature politicians will have people hold the wealth in their hands, some are people in the family, such as clan brothers and sisters, or clan nephews, etc.

The connection of blood makes their interests one, so there is no need to worry about them putting their money into their own pockets.

There are also some who are wives, family members, this closer relationship is also safer, but doing so also has a disadvantage, that is, it is easy to be attacked by public opinion.

So the First Lady basically does not engage in pure commercial behavior. Most of them operate some private charity funds, which not only have a good reputation but also actually obtain benefits.

Tom thought Lanse would choose to cooperate with the winery supported by the President, rather than those weak ones.

Strong-strong combination can definitely deter other small wineries.

Lanse's view is different from his, "These wineries with powerful support don't lack an ally like me at all, and if I want to persuade them, I need to pay more costs."

"Maybe I can persuade them, but I will lose my profit, which is not what I want."

"Persuading these small wineries is actually much easier. I don't even need to pay any cost, just give them a promise, and they will stand on our side."

"This is not a shareholders' meeting, everyone is not comparing the number of shares on both sides."

"The big shareholders have more voting rights, and the small shareholders have fewer voting rights. One big shareholder can be worth ten small shareholders."

"Here, it is comparing heads. No matter how much share they can occupy in this project, they all represent one vote."

After listening, Tom nodded and said, "A very mature point of view, I didn't think too much."

He has many other things to do, and it is impossible to focus only on serving Lanse.

As Lanse helped him improve his status in Senator Cleveland's team, he was also given more work and responsibilities, which is a huge improvement.

"In short, call me if you need anything!" He pointed to Lanse, and Lanse immediately continued, "We are friends!"

This made Tom couldn't help laughing, "It's good that you have mature ideas, so I won't give you random ideas."

He stood up, and Lanse followed him standing up. He took the initiative to hug Lanse, "We are friends!"

Lanse nodded, and didn't say to send him away, "I still have to look at these materials. If you have any needs for me, call me the same."

"I can't give you other things, money, gunmen, no problem."

Tom nodded and turned to leave, while Lanse began to browse the situation of those small wineries.

Actually, there is nothing to study. By ten o'clock, he already had a target for the first visit.

A "small" winery whose annual output value was only twenty million before production stopped.

From the scale of the enterprise, this output is indeed not high. Placed now, they can only produce more than one hundred million liquor a year.

Lawrence Farm produces more than this amount of liquor a year. This time, the supporters behind him hope that he can make a profit from it, not much, this is an opportunity.

At eleven o'clock, Lanse knocked on the door of the winery representative. They also lived in the hotel, just not in Lanse's hotel.

Lanse's sudden visit was a bit unexpected for the winery representative, but he still invited Lanse in.

(End of chapter)