Chapter 754: Compromise and Non-Compromise

Mr. Marcus is a middle-aged immigrant male in his fifties, who can be considered a one-and-a-half generation immigrant.

His parents came over very early, and then when he was about four or five years old, they picked him up from his hometown and settled down in Laizhou.

He came to the Federation just at the end of the federal slave liberation movement. The society became stable again, and dark-skinned people stood on the street looking at the sky with dull eyes.

They gained freedom, but lost their jobs and places to eat and sleep.

They were not sure if this was the freedom they wanted.

This also led to the continuous deterioration of social security, and many things became very bad. Mr. Marcus hung out on the street when he was a child.

Because of his race and slightly darker skin, he was not welcomed by the locals.

The federal people liked to crown him with the title of "little bastard." He still remembers a silversmith on the street who would affectionately call him a "little bastard" every time he saw him, and then give him a kick.

However, this guy was later knocked off his patella and fingers by him, becoming a cripple.

Not long after, he was kicked out of the house by his daughter and son-in-law, and finally died in the sewer by the roadside.

The experience from childhood made Mr. Marcus have a deeper empathy for immigrants and dark-skinned people, able to empathize with them, and have a hostile attitude toward federal people.

He wouldn't show it, but he just had it.

When he met Lanse, he was very polite. On the one hand, because the Lanse family has begun to "prevail" in Laizhou, the Imperial gang has begun to become an irresistible force in the underground world of the state because of Lanse's rise.

Lanse provided them with funds, weapons, liquor, and even social relations.

The Imperial people who came to the Federation continuously would become their fresh blood.

In a situation where the monthly income of forty dollars is extorted by at least half, and holding weapons to eat beef to their heart's content from then on, these fresh bloods know how to choose!

They are an irresistible force, and the pillars of these forces, Lanse and his Lanse family, are even more irresistible forces.

As for the other aspect, it is because Lanse is also an immigrant, and it is said that he is still an illegal immigrant, and he has the same identity as him, so he recognized him very well.

After the two shook hands, they sat down separately.

"Mr. Lanse, I have always wanted to visit you. Because I had some urgent things to do some time ago, I let Zabri come."

"I am very sorry, so as soon as the things in my hand were solved, I came over, hoping to get your forgiveness."

Lanse waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care much about this, "Let's skip these links that we probably don't like, and talk about something real."

Mr. Marcus nodded, and Lanse continued, "Zabri should have told you about my new ideas and plans for Laizhou."

He nodded and said yes, "Yes, Zabri told me, I think there is no problem, it is completely acceptable."

It's not that he really thinks it can be explained, it's that during this period, police, state police, and agents from the hazardous materials management bureau are constantly sweeping the bay city where the Marcus family is located.

Those hunting dogs specially trained to find the smell of alcohol are barking wildly in the city every day!

Boxes of liquor were found by them, and then smashed in front of people, letting the liquor flow all over the ground.

Those small private brewing workshops were almost finished!

The smuggling ships outside couldn't come in, and the coast guard of the entire Laizhou became incomprehensibly conscientious, patrolling the sea surface almost 24 hours a day with high intensity.

This made the cost of smuggling greatly increased, and it was often several ships that could only get one in.

Although the cost of liquor is very low, when the probability of its successful transaction is reduced to one-fifth, or even lower, its cost is equal to several times higher.

The gangs on land cannot buy these smuggled liquors at a price several times higher. Over time, the stock of liquor became less and less, and at the same time, smuggled liquor and small workshops became less and less.

If they still don't bow their heads, then soon all the customers in the city will be snatched away by the Imperial bars. Watching them make a lot of money and put the money that didn't belong to them into their pockets, Marcus felt a burst of heartache!

He came from a poor background, and it was only in the past few years that life had become loose because of the prohibition order. Before the prohibition order was issued, they only relied on smuggling businesses with no threshold, and could make money, but they were all hard-earned money.

Everyone who has made quick money finds it difficult to return to that kind of life of making slow money. They can't stand that speed.

After discussion and consultation, the cadres of the Marcus family believe that as long as Lanse does not conduct random pricing through monopoly, then getting goods from Lanse and getting goods from other places is no different!

This is also one of the reasons for their compromise.

Mr. Marcus's "simple" won Lanse's appreciation, "A smart choice, Mr. Marcus."

"I can guarantee you one thing, our liquor will be supplied to you first to ensure that your sales will not have problems."

Mr. Marcus smiled and nodded, "No need to take special care of us, everything follows the rules!"

Lanse likes his attitude, kept him for dinner, and talked about his ideas for Laizhou next.

"We shouldn't use our energy on internal friction, this gang and that gang fighting, just for a little insignificant interest."

"After a fight, both sides suffered casualties of more than a dozen, dozens of people, lost a large sum of money, and in the end, no problem was solved."

Marcus didn't know if he really thought so, or just to cater to Lanse. He nodded and said, "It is indeed like this. Many times the fights between gangs are meaningless, especially now."

"Liquor is the most profitable business, none of them."

"For the current stage, the size of the territory has not changed much for the income of the gang."

"Unless it is large enough to have a street block of at least tens of thousands of people, otherwise, one more street or one less street makes no difference."

Bars are inclusive and can radiate to the surrounding areas, and the business strategy of bars has no obvious connection with the region.

The liquor price of a bar is cheap, so it must be able to attract more people to drink, because the poor's money is limited. In order to save even five cents, they are willing to cross half the city to go to the bar on the other side to drink.

So for now, the fights and conflicts between gangs are no longer so meaningful.

The purpose of grabbing territory in the past was to collect protection fees, to be able to let the girls controlled by the gang appear on better streets.

But now, these are not important.

Lanse nodded slightly, "I think we in Laizhou should unite and act in unison."

"If they like to fight and like to start a war, let them do it outside the state."

"People in other places sell their liquor into our territory, and we can also sell our liquor to their territory."

Mr. Marcus was stunned for a moment, he was a bit suspicious, "No offense, Mr. Lanse, do you... have so much liquor?"

"Can you supply the entire Laizhou and then expand outward?"

This is the lead Lanse deliberately buried, "Soon, Mr. Marcus."

"Soon my liquor will be so much that I need to sell it outward. When the time comes, if you are interested, we can also talk about cooperation in this regard."

"Also, after you go back, you can tell some local brewing workshops that if they still want to continue working, let them come to me."

"I will extract a part of the service fee according to their sales, and they can continue to brew liquor and sell it."

After Mr. Marcus finished listening, he nodded and said, "No problem, I will tell them."

He used eating to cover up his shock, or other emotions that were about to be revealed!

Lanse's words gave him some great shocks. If Lanse's liquor alone could satisfy the market of the entire state, how big is his factory?

Mr. Marcus left soon after his visit, and took away a batch of liquor at the same time.

His whereabouts were not hidden, and soon the people from the Thorn Gang also contacted Lanse. The leader of the Thorn Gang also came to Jincheng and talked to Lanse about the same problem.

They didn't refuse the conditions Lanse offered and compromised directly.

During this period, they actually tried to find other suppliers, but whether it was in the state or outside the state, liquor couldn't circulate now.

The state police on the interstate highway led hunting dogs specially looking for liquor to search one by one, almost cutting off the circulation of liquor.

The risk of rail transport is very high, and the railway company also refused to transport these liquors.

As for sea transport... in the end, it still has to go by land.

After finding many ways and finally failing to solve it, they also bowed their heads.

After all, although the population business is profitable, not everyone wants to buy those big toys every day, but in the city, there are always some people who need to drink every day.

In the next period of time, Lanse received some large and small workshops in the state, talked about profit-sharing agreements, talked about authorization, and actively prepared for the movie "Plan K."

The name of the movie has been determined. In order to keep it secret, it is currently using "Plan K." After the shooting is completed, it will be included in a new category—war disaster film, and officially renamed "Sneak Attack on Jincheng."

Before the shooting is finished, it needs to have a bit of mystery.

At the same time, in Jizhou, in a luxurious big villa full of nouveau riche taste, a guy with his clothes open revealing a thick layer of chest hair sat on the sofa.

His name is Ryan, a small character from an ordinary background.

He is very tall, about 1.8 meters or even more. In this era, this height is definitely very high.

After all, most people's nutrition can't keep up, so relatively speaking, about 1.7 meters is a relatively normal height.

Don't look at it as just more than ten centimeters taller. When he faces people who are shorter than him, the sense of oppression brought by this height is stronger and more direct than others!

And he is very strong, with obvious traces of exercise, and a cold attitude on his face. Even if he doesn't do anything on purpose, he will give people a feeling that this guy is not easy to mess with.

The decoration in the room is very luxurious, and many decoration materials are pasted with gold foil, making the whole house look golden.

Although luxurious, there is a lot less precipitation in this luxury, which will give people a very vain feeling, floating on the surface.

But it's no wonder, the guy sitting on the sofa is the big boss of the Death Angel. From a motorcycle with seven or eight people, they crazily committed crimes on the interstate highway.

At first, it was theft.

They would ride motorcycles and follow those long-distance trucks, especially at night. As long as they didn't turn on the lights, it was difficult for the truck drivers to find them.

They would climb onto the truck and throw the things inside out. Using such means, they soon had some fame on the interstate highway in the north of the Federation.

People are lazy and hate work. When the knights around found that this group of people didn't need to work, they could maintain their life of eating, drinking, and playing, so some people started trying to join them.

The scale of the Death Angel became larger and larger, and their courage and nature became wilder and wilder.

At first, it was just theft. As the number of members increased, they were no longer satisfied with just stealing goods and changed to highway robbery.

After encountering several police arrests, they simply killed the truck drivers every time and threw them casually in the bushes on both sides of the interstate highway.

Wild animals in the wild are the best corpse handlers. They will solve those corpses and not let them become trouble.

To this day, the Death Angel has become a large criminal group spanning multiple states, and they can be said to be notorious on the interstate highway.

Drivers who run into them basically have no good end. They not only want goods but also lives.

This has also led to the fact that truck drivers now almost have to carry weapons on the road, and they can't be simple cold weapons, they must be hot weapons, pistols, shotguns.

But even so, there is still danger. After all, they are targeted, and they are not one or two, but many.

All drivers gritted their teeth when talking about the Death Angel, hoping that someone could take them all away, take them to hell!

Ryan is only forty-something now, but the bad things he has done far exceed those "old seniors" in their sixties or seventies.

This is actually a microcosm of an era. When you don't have things that can change your identity, status, and destiny, ruthlessness and fighting for your life become one of your few choices.

At this time, he is looking at a guy in front of him, a guy wearing a suit, very upright.

"So...", he said after a long silence, "I must stop the revenge action against Lanse?"

He twisted his neck, his face full of unruly expressions, "He killed our people, and now we have to stop?"

"Just because... he knows some big figures?"

The guy sitting opposite him shrugged, "Do you think I'm discussing with you?"

Before Ryan answered, he sneered, "You have been the leader of this gang for too long, and you have forgotten what your identity is, Ryan."

"I don't mean to discuss with you, I'm just notifying you."

Ryan's eyes showed something penetrating. He squinted at the guy sitting opposite, didn't agree, and didn't disagree.

The development of the Death Angel over the years is not just their own effort. Behind them, there are some interest groups cooperating with them.

Think about it, if there were no interest groups colluding for profit, with their style of conduct, they would have been arrested and sent to the electric chair long ago.

The reason why they didn't have any big trouble is because there are people behind them.

The goods they looted need to be sold. These are not small things of tens or hundreds. The stolen goods of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands need to be sold. The antique shops at the corner of the street can't take such a big order.

Someone will directly take away all the things from their hands, together with the truck and goods.

There are also transport groups cooperating with them. In order to monopolize the transport market in a region, capitalists let the Death Angel take action against the trucks of some companies.

These robbed transport companies soon had no business, because the insurance company refused to insure, and businessmen had no sense of security. In order to avoid losses, they had to entrust another transport company with higher freight, thereby forming a de facto monopoly.

A gray industrial chain has been formed around the Death Angel, and many companies are profiting from this chain.

Hundreds of thousands of goods can be obtained at 30% or 40% off, and once turned around, it is double the profit!

Transport companies have also relied on them over the years to monopolize the cross-state transport market in many states.

But now, these people want him to "stop," because he is confronting Lanse.

They are not afraid of Lanse, but they don't want to cause dissatisfaction from Congress because of Lanse.

Lanse's influence in Congress, the Ministry of National Defense, and the military is getting bigger and bigger, so they have to make compromises.

This lean guy is the one they sent to tell Ryan not to take action against Lanse anymore.

The assassination in the center of Jincheng has been investigated clearly. After all, this is the heart of the Federation. The masters value their own safety more than federal safety, and soon some things were figured out by them.

So there was this scene.

Although it was not an action against Lanse, it was just a coincidence, and then a temporary plan, but this failure also made Ryan a bit annoyed.

The larger his scale and status, the more he cares about whether there is a "challenger."

In order to maintain his decency, even if he knows he shouldn't do it, he must do it now.

Because the scale is too big!

Tens of thousands of brothers, and even more gang members are staring at him, staring at this "big boss" in their hearts. If he admits defeat now, his "myth" will be broken by his own hands!

People who stand higher are more afraid of falling, because the higher they are, the fewer places they can stand.

Falling on the top of the mountain, it is possible to roll down the mountain all the time.

He doesn't know how to express these, but he understands this truth. When people in the gang die continuously because of the Lanse family, if he doesn't stand up, it will make things more complicated!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 755 =====