Chapter 764: Don't think with your cerebellum

In a room, those guys who looked more like politicians or big shots than gangs suddenly burst into laughter.

The gentleman holding the phone looked particularly embarrassed. He looked a bit thin, had some eye bags, and his skin color was dark, but not the dark of deep color.

He raised his eyebrows, making his forehead have some forehead lines.

It is worth mentioning that he combed a big back head, and he had a nice "m"-like hairline, which made his face look like a heart shape.

He put the phone back on the base, then shrugged, sat on the chair behind him, crossed his legs, and put his hands together but not closed on his legs. "Okay, laugh as much as you want!"

Originally, everyone didn't laugh much anymore. Accompanied by this sentence, those gentlemen laughed loudly again, and even he himself was infected by the laughter of these people and couldn't help but laugh along.

"How many years has no one spoken to me like this?", he laughed until tears flowed out.

Since the Perez family established its position in the Federation, as long as they say their family name, not to mention politics, gangs need to give them some face.

After all, this is the Perez family, known for being fierce and powerful.

If you say the five families of New Jincheng, they are five powerful gangs that competed through one fire fight after another in the city.

Then the five families of the Federation, they represent the peak of the federal gang forces!

Each family's tentacles span multiple states. They are no longer just simple gangs. They have a large number of legal and legitimate businesses, spread across various industries.

A super combination of politics, economy, and gangs!

It is a special product of this distorted era!

The guy who called Lanse is a direct member of the Perez family. His status in the gang is considered to be in the top ten, and he is a cousin of the host of this generation of Perez.

Everyone has a good personal relationship, grew up together, and experienced many things, plus there is a closer blood relationship.

As long as you don't do stupid things that harm everyone's interests, even if your personality is not so good, everyone can tolerate it.

Not to mention, this guy has actually done a good job. For them, he is also a good guy.

The guy sitting behind the desk is the executor of the Perez family, that is, the head of the family "Fran Perez", a guy who looks very stylish.

"Bob...", he looked at the guy with a heart-shaped face who called Lanse. "Don't you think it's interesting?"

"Just like what you said, no one has dared to do this for many years. He must have his reliance."

"I heard that people in Liklai State have been messing with Cleveland and them recently. Is it these people?"

The guy in the room frowned. "If they get together with those people in Cleveland, it's not a good thing for us. Their power in Congress is still growing. If we can't find someone to cover the bottom, this matter will become a bit tricky."

Bob turned around and sat on the chair, looking back at the guy who spoke. That was their brother, and also a lawyer.

There is nothing to say about business ability. With the help of family resource tilting, he graduated from the Elite Alliance Academy and then joined the Golden Diamond Law Firm.

Now he has separated from the firm and established his own firm to help the family solve some judicial problems. After all, it costs a lot of money to hire those lawyers, and some things are not suitable for outsiders to know. It is much more convenient to have a lawyer with a blood relationship.

Wanting to become an excellent lawyer is a difficult thing, but it is much simpler to be about the same.

"Trouble?"

"How much trouble can it be?"

Bob couldn't find any awe for those people like Senator Cleveland on his face. They also have senators behind them, and not one or two, but a whole small political group.

Perhaps the political spokespersons behind them are not so good, but they won't be too bad. After all, Congress compares the number of votes, seats, and support rates, not who has harder fists.

As long as there are enough people on their side, even if they are not so strong, or even going downhill, they will not be afraid of anyone.

In a two-choice vote, a change in a person's position is the result of adding one and subtracting one, and the gap will increase by two.

Fran raised his hand and pressed it virtually. "Okay, don't quarrel because of other people's affairs."

"First we have to investigate who is making trouble in this, and then give them a lesson."

Bob turned to look at Fran. "Do you believe what he said?"

He refers to the sentence that Lanse said this matter had nothing to do with him.

Fran nodded. "I don't know very clearly what kind of person he is, but a gang can mix into Golden State and have contact with Congress senators. He can't be a person who doesn't even dare to admit what he has done!"

"So I believe him, someone is provoking the conflict between us."

Bob was silent for a while. In fact, he also knew.

When Lanse said that this matter was not what he did, his reason and instinct told him that Lanse didn't lie.

But the problem now is not where the wine went, and who did it, but the face problem.

Or rather, this Mr. Bob, including other members of the Perez family, they are a bit too arrogant. They feel that the Perez family's phone call has been made to Lanse, so Lanse should lower his posture, lower his voice, and make promises and guarantees to them.

Guarantee that this matter is definitely not what he did, promise that he will find those who really implemented these plans as soon as possible, and find the wine they lost.

This is a normal process, and it is also what happened when they encountered trouble in the past so many years.

It is definitely not something that pushes away responsibility and tells them that if there is no Lanse's consent, even the Perez family's wine is not allowed to enter Liklai State!

His tough attitude angered Bob, so the two sides confronted each other head-on and finally broke up unhappily.

They wanted Lanse's explanation, promise, and bowing their heads, but they didn't expect to welcome Lanse's fist!

Bob didn't like Lanse's attitude, he didn't feel respected by others.

But in fact, they all know, including Fran, but he didn't say anything.

Bob has done many things for the family, has been injured, suffered losses, and been beaten. They are not always smooth sailing, and they have also experienced setbacks and hardships.

So in Fran's view, there is no need to have a gap between his brothers and himself for a small role that might be a bit strong.

Clearly he could have pressed the stop button at the beginning, so that the two sides would not have any contradictions and differences, but he didn't do so.

Because he always regarded them as the strong side, regarded Lanse as the weak side, and eventually they would win, not Lanse.

So this is like some small adjustments in ordinary life. He has been able to foresee the "future".

One day in the future, Lanse bows his head in front of him and begs for his forgiveness!

Who would refuse such a small pleasure in life?

Fran touched his hair. "Originally, investigating who is making trouble in this is to let Lanse and them do it, but... Bob, this matter is handed over to you."

"I believe this matter will not be so difficult."

"They still want to use us to deal with Lanse and his people, which means he is weaker than us, and it is possible that even the Lanse family cannot deal with it."

"Check who Lanse and them have had conflicts with recently, find some that haven't been settled, it should be one of them."

Bob nodded. "No problem, this is easy to get."

He hesitated for a while. "Then Lanse's side?"

Fran's face was full of smiles. He raised his eyebrows, looked down, and was playing with a small accessory in his hand. "Young people don't understand things, it's normal to be impulsive for a while, but he needs to pay the price for this."

"We have all been young, have done wrong things, have also been taught lessons because of this, and kept them in mind."

"I hope he can also understand how to give us the necessary respect!"

Gangs are not politicians, not capitalists. They have their own code of conduct and style.

Sometimes they will launch an attack because "this person looked at me one more time", and it is possible to kill someone because "I heard someone say you spoke ill of me behind my back".

For gangs, if they don't bite people, they will be bitten by others.

The gentlemen in the room also became serious. Bob stood up, shook his shoulders to make his clothes fit better, and then bowed slightly. "As you wish, Fran!"

Only then did Fran move his gaze from the pure gold coin in his hand and put it on these people in front of him, but that gold coin was rolling back and forth between his fingers.

In the evening, some unexpected things happened. Many people knew that the Lanse family had "confiscated" the wine worth millions of the Perez family in Liklai State, and also killed their driver.

This matter began to ferment

In the evening, some unexpected things happened. Many people knew that the Lanse family had "confiscated" millions worth of wine from the Perez family in Laizhou and had also killed their driver.

This matter began to ferment rapidly in a very short time. Fran had already received several phone calls from people asking about this.

They asked him if there was any misunderstanding between him and Lanse, and if mediation was needed. Some people were willing to come forward to help with this—no money needed, but both sides would need to owe him a favor.

Others asked him if he wanted to take action against Lanse; if he needed help, these people could provide some assistance, whether in terms of force or other aspects.

And the price was that the Laizhou market would have to be shared with them.

There were also people asking if he had any way to get the business license in Lanse's hands; if he could get it, he could name his price.

Everyone seemed to be a curious baby, and everyone had countless questions.

Even though those things were confidential, and he believed Lanse wouldn't be stupid enough to publicize them everywhere, yet in such a situation, in a very short time, it had become almost known to everyone.

And he was now in a very troublesome spot.

Because of people's speculation and evaluation, some felt that the Perez family might not dare to go to full-scale war with the Lanse family, due to constraints from the upper class or for some other reason.

This led to a collective climax among some people!

It seemed that being able to conclude that the Perez family had fallen and could be bullied by a local gang was something worth everyone being happy about.

This made it unlikely to handle this matter relatively gently.

Some were waiting to see them become the biggest joke in the federal gang world, while others were waiting to see them use thunderous means to wipe out the Lanse family, proving they were one of the five great federal families worthy of the name.

Now they were like a steak that had been prepared, placed on a grill; no matter which way they flipped, they suffered.

At dinner, everyone gathered together again; this time it seemed slightly dull.

After about seven or eight minutes, Bob asked somewhat awkwardly, "Our plan..."

Fran put down his knife and fork, picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth. The others' gazes were all focused on him. He tossed the napkin onto the table and pressed his hands against the edge of the table. "I'll have a phone call with Lanse later and talk about this properly!"

Other members agreed with his point of view one after another. The lawyer brother in the family asked, "Then in terms of scale..."

Fran had already made his decision before dinner; he was just stating it now. "Let Lanse come over with sincerity to apologize—apologize to the Perez family, apologize to Bob."

"If the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes is to make us go to war, then our going to war will only make him hide in a dark rat hole and laugh happily. I don't like being used."

"Let Lanse come over; people will see this scene, and they will understand that we are still us!"

Even at this moment, the "compromise" he thought of was only out of consideration for family interests. Full-scale war and finding trouble for Lanse were two different things.

No one would stop him from the latter. After all, having been the big brother for so many years, even though they all knew Lanse was wronged, now that the big brother said you have to apologize, you have to apologize—this was the big brother's authority.

Even if doing so would embarrass Lanse.

The strong making things difficult for the weak was one of the laws of the jungle; even if it was a bit excessive, it was something people allowed.

This was like a senator lecturing a representative; everyone was a member of Congress, and from the perspective of laws and regulations, the Senate and the House of Representatives were equal, but no one would feel that a senator lecturing a representative was an excessive thing.

Even giving him a slap, or grabbing the other party's collar and shaking them back and forth—this didn't count as excessive!

He was just "making things difficult" for Lanse. The benefit of doing this was avoiding a fight and also making people realize that they were still one of those powerful five great federal families.

Whether it was Fran or Bob, they had never stood in Lanse's position to consider this matter.

This actually couldn't be blamed on them; arrogant people were all like this. They didn't have more empathy like the underclass; in their minds, there was only themselves and their interests. They wouldn't think that doing this would make Lanse lose face or make the Lanse family's authority questioned.

They only cared about themselves.

After dinner, several family members who were ranked higher and had nothing else to do came to his study with Fran.

He adjusted his sitting posture, ordered a cup of coffee, and lit a cigarette.

After thinking carefully with the cigarette and coffee, and confirming there were no omissions, he dialed the number Bob gave him.

The phone rang for a long while before it was answered, because Lanse was also eating and dealing with these things.

"Lanse?"

"It's me."

"I am Fran, Fran Perez. I hope you've heard of this name!" Fran announced his name as soon as he got on.

Lanse had spent the afternoon cramming on the relationships of the five great families and had also roughly figured out the situation of this Perez family.

They were developing comprehensively in business, politics, and the underworld, advancing side by side, and all were developing quite well.

The underworld escorted the business, the profits obtained from business gave them political influence, and political influence ensured they wouldn't be arrested by the police. This formed a simple closed loop, constantly circulating and growing stronger.

He also knew what the boss of the Perez family was called.

"So?" The sound of Lanse lighting a cigarette and inhaling came from the receiver, plus this simple "so," and Fran immediately frowned.

However, he still kept his patience because he was an upper-class person, and upper-class people had the restraint of upper-class people.

"Now people are saying this is what you did, Lanse. They are waiting for our decision—a decision that will determine your fate."

What he said seemed very peaceful, but the arrogance in his bones had already leaked out, making people feel very uncomfortable.

It was always "you have to do this" or "you have to do that." These people were used to acting like tyrants, and their brains couldn't keep up with the development of the times.

Lanse wasn't the type of person to swallow his anger. He now had close ties with Congress and the military; he wasn't afraid of anyone!

So he retorted directly, "You can't determine my fate, Mr. Fran; you can't even determine your own!"

"We are all gangs; don't put on a high-and-mighty look. No one is nobler than anyone else!"

Fran leaned back, his back pressed tightly against the back of the chair. "You are rejecting my kindness."

Lanse laughed twice. "I'm just rejecting a self-righteous idea!"

There was already some impatience and anger in Fran's tone. "It seems we can't reach an agreement?"

Lanse still retorted tit-for-tat, not giving an inch. "If your so-called agreement is stepping on my face to tell people how amazing you are, then I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"I'm even curious: if we go to war, who will win and who will lose?"

Hearing this, Fran was even laughed at in anger. He felt that his benevolent pity had been smashed to the ground by Lanse. He was very angry!

"Sharp-tongued kid, I hope your strength is as sharp as your language. You will regret the wrong decision you made today for the rest of your life!"

This was a naked threat, and Lanse didn't indulge him either. "You can come and try. They can kill all your people and grab your goods; I can too. I can even do better than them!"

"Also, I have to give you a piece of advice, and that Mr. Bob or whatever?"

"Next time you think about a problem, even if you can't use your brain, don't use your cerebellum, dammit!"

"What a damn buzzkill!"

(End of chapter)