Chapter 768: Fire and Uninvited Guests

How big?

Poli's voice was a bit out of tune, "At least over five hundred acres."

Lanse was very surprised when he heard this number; at the same time, many smiles appeared on his face.

"You have made a contribution to the family, Poli."

For someone like Poli, Lanse knew very well how to deal with him.

You can't think about letting him contribute to the family willingly; if it were someone else, Aierwen, Ainio, or someone else, Lanse would only say he "did well."

As for any specific reward, he wouldn't say, because they didn't need to talk about this.

But with Poli, he had to give Poli some motivation, and also let him understand that everything he did would get feedback.

If he did something good for the family, he would get positive feedback.

But if he did something bad for the family, he could only face Lanse's anger and punishment.

Some people are just like this; you must make him understand clearly before he can play his role.

Poli's voice was full of thick happiness, but he was still very humble on his mouth, "This is what I should do, Boss."

"No, no, no, no one should do anything for anyone; I will let Meiluo deposit the bonus into your account; you can connect with Meiluo then."

A stable, mature family must have a set of punishment and reward systems that people are convinced by.

What things are done, what consequences are obtained, it is clear at a glance.

According to the intelligence Poli provided, he would get a cash reward of about twenty thousand dollars.

He only provided a major piece of intelligence, but didn't do anything himself; those responsible for execution were others; twenty thousand was already the limit.

"Let your people keep watching over there; don't alert them; I will arrange for people to go over as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, he considered for a moment and dialed the phone number in Jincheng; soon Aierwen, who was on duty in the office, answered the phone.

"This is the Wanli Group headquarters..."

This was what Lanse required; they couldn't say stupid things like "This is the gang headquarters," right?

And "gang corporatization" is also a trend and necessity of development.

"It's me."

"Just now Poli told me he found a Perez family Maple Kite Grass farm in Denuozhou; you gather some people, and I'll be back soon."

Aierwen was a bit surprised when he heard this, "How big?"

"Over five hundred acres; need to get more people; they definitely have armed forces."

The folk customs of the Federation have always been simple; the more rural the place, the more so; let alone five hundred acres, even five thousand acres, if there is no armed deterrence, it wouldn't be long before the farm was plucked clean by passing farmers!

So they must be equipped with weapons, and there are quite a few people.

Think about the cowboys in groups on the Lawrence farm; they are actually no different from the cavalry of the past.

Everyone carries two or three weapons on their body, shuttling between the farms in teams of a dozen people.

Whether it is prey or intruders, they are all objects for them to hunt!

Lanse explained some details of the matter and then hung up the phone.

After he talked to the Director about the subsequent things to do, he left.

By evening, he had already returned to Jincheng; Aierwen had already gathered twelve combat team leaders, each combat team leader had a dozen or twenty people under his hands, which was over two hundred people.

The moment Lanse's car started entering the manor, the young people in groups of three or five on the open space outside the manor immediately stopped what they were doing, threw away the cigarettes in their hands, and stood straight facing Lanse's car.

The moment Lanse looked at them, those caught by Lanse's gaze all had a sense of honor that arose spontaneously!

The motorcade stopped slowly outside the main building; the guards opened the car door for Lanse; Aierwen and these high-level cadres, as well as the combat team leaders who were named to come, all gathered together.

Lanse nodded slightly, and then entered the room surrounded by these people.

At this time, the young people outside breathed a sigh of relief one after another and began to talk in groups of three or five again.

Lanse, to them, to the entire Jincheng, to the young people of the entire Likaer State, is a legend!

The legend in their eyes handed his hat to Aierwen and came to the independent sofa position in the hall to sit down; he took out a cigarette, and Haimalu, as if performing magic, didn't know where he took out a match, struck it with a "chi-la" sound, and lit it for him.

Soon Aierwen brought the state map of the neighboring Denuozhou, which had the part bordering Likaer State, and also marked the interstate highway.

Aierwen specifically talked to the local state police and drew these roads more accurately and thickly.

Of course, it is unlikely that the location of those illegal Maple Kite Grass farms would be officially marked on this map; Poli assisted on the side and drew a circle in a certain area.

He began to introduce this intelligence to everyone.

The acquisition of intelligence was a very unexpected thing, because Lanse had ordered him before to arrange for people to infiltrate the entire south as soon as possible.

Since some people don't want him to stop, he will continue to expand.

Expansion needs the support of intelligence; Poli's preliminary work is very important.

It just so happened that one of the guys under his hands migrated from Denuozhou, but his relatives at home were still over there.

When he returned to the town of his hometown and chatted with relatives and friends about his rise in Jincheng, he inadvertently chatted about the fact that their small town was actually doing quite well now.

After his inquiries, he learned that many people in the town were working for the Perez family's farm.

After all, hundreds of acres of land, and once Maple Kite Grass grows, it is very difficult to process mechanically, so it needs a lot of labor.

This is not an isolated place, and people in the Perez family thought that rather than not being able to hide it, it was better to simply choose a town that was easy to control and cooperate with the locals.

This way, compared to farming themselves or finding work elsewhere, people in the town were more willing to work for the Maple Kite Grass farm, and the money they gave was not small, at least fifty dollars a month, higher than the income of workers in big cities.

The town had a total of three or four thousand people, and from top to bottom, they were all fed, so they didn't reveal this matter to the outside world.

If it weren't for the fact that Poli's subordinate was a local, he wouldn't have known about this.

After all, in places far from the highway, you simply can't see it; no one would be idle and run into the wild.

He marked the approximate location of the place his subordinate mentioned on the map, and Lanse then began to assign tasks.

Actually, there was nothing too good to assign; in Hiram's words, that is to rush over, burn all the Maple Kite Grass, and kill everyone...

Although it was a bit rough, the principle is this principle.

Two days later in the morning, Miluo woke up from his sleep.

He glanced at the white buttocks with some freckles beside him, pushed away the legs pressing on him, and climbed out of bed.

After a simple wash, he took his breakfast to the tower; every day he would enjoy breakfast here while patrolling his "territory."

Miluo Perez is the grandnephew of Fran Perez; it sounds like a big span, but in fact, Miluo is a year older than Robin (Fran's fourth son).

The Federation is a country that opposes abortion, and even abortion surgery can become a "criminal business," even now.

If a woman wants an abortion, she has to find a doctor who specializes in abortion surgery through connections.

On a simple operating table in a dirty basement full of dust and bacteria, complete the abortion surgery.

For this, she needs to pay them at least forty or fifty dollars or even more, and there is a great probability of infection and risk of death.

Because hospitals do not accept any patients who want an abortion, they have no other way except to find these underground doctors—

Strictly speaking, there is one more way.

According to federal law, only when some accidents occur and abortion is necessary to protect the life of the pregnant person, can abortion surgery be performed under the dual confirmation of police and doctors.

And the cause, process, result, handler, and all information of the matter must be registered to ensure that it can be investigated anytime, anywhere.

But how to make yourself look like you will die if you don't have an abortion?

Some women chose to wrestle, deliberately falling down to press on their stomachs, or punching their own stomachs a few times.

Doing this actually has a great risk; once there is heavy bleeding, it is basically death.

This is also why the federal society of this period contributed countless perverted serial killers to the Federation; the birth of many children was not the subjective will of the parents.

For example, those prostitutes engaged in the flesh business, they don't want to pay for surgery, or can't find anyone who can safely abort for them.

Between gambling with God that they won't die, and resting for a few months to give birth and continue doing business, they often choose the latter.

In the background investigations of many perverted serial killers in this Federation, they may all have a slutty mother, or a prostitute mother.

Of course, this is definitely not discrimination, just a statistic of a phenomenon.

It can also be seen how much population the men who couldn't control their pants contributed to this country in the past years!

In short, the Perez family is also a big family, especially after they had money, those men were no longer satisfied with having only one sexual partner; they often had many women, and some would even make their relationships public within the family.

Fran had three women, and these three women knew each other.

As a young generation who came into contact with family affairs earlier, Miluo started working for the family with his father from about fifteen or sixteen, when he just started high school.

His father's main job at that time was planting Maple Kite Grass; now he has been transferred to work elsewhere, and this place was left to him.

The price of this thing is very high, and the demand in the central region is not small; those rich and powerful people like to have a little bit when they are having fun to help the mood.

It was listed by the Federation as a mental control commodity; except for places like mental hospitals that can legally use Maple Kite Grass extract as medicine, it is prohibited in other places.

But gangsters are gangsters; they won't follow the requirements of the law to do things; all they care about is profit!

The hot and humid environment in the southern region of the Federation is very suitable for the growth of Maple Kite Grass.

When it reaches maturity, the "flower crown" of Maple Kite Grass looks like a long feather, and the closer to the root, the more bright red the color.

When a large area of Maple Kite Grass is planted together, a gust of wind blows, and you can see a red sea and red waves, which is very spectacular!

The history of eating Maple Kite Grass has to start from the war between modern federal people and local indigenous people.

The first federal immigrants found that indigenous people could still charge without fear of death when facing their hot weapons, which shocked them greatly.

After some people's research, it was found that in fact, before the charge, their witch doctors would wipe the extract of Maple Kite Grass on their oral mucosa, and then they would become extremely heroic!

So they began to take an interest in the "magical ointment" and conducted research.

From that time on, Maple Kite Grass entered the sight of some people, until today.

But Maple Kite Grass did not spread rapidly among the bottom of society, nor did it have any market, because it did not have strong dependence, and the price was very high.

The poor cannot afford this kind of thing; compared to the extract that might cost dozens of dollars for a small bag, the special painkiller that can be injected twice for one dollar is more suitable for them.

From the perspective of sales profit, it was indeed a good business before, but with the start of the prohibition, it also fell from the altar.

Its profit is not as impressive as the profit of alcohol, but this is definitely a business that makes money, big money.

The more upper-class society, the more opportunities to use it; ordinary people simply can't imagine how terrible those big shots can be when they are dissolute!

They like to drink Maple Kite Grass, super painkillers, and high-proof whiskey together; after drinking, those people seem to have become mentally ill, but they are willing to spend money for it!

Miluo stood on the observation deck of the attic; he was dressed very casually, a white shirt, the top three buttons were not buttoned, revealing some sparse chest hair.

The rolled-up sleeves revealed sturdy forearms, and the lower body was casually wearing a pair of jeans and a pair of leather boots.

This is a farm in the wild; you can be shirtless, but it is best to wear long boots and long pants, because you never know when you step down, whether there will be something near your legs that can kill you.

He supported the guardrail of the observation deck with both hands, and gusts of wind blew, blowing his hair into a mess.

He liked this feeling; the wind of late spring and early summer blew on his face, carrying the unique smell of summer.

This time is exactly when Maple Kite Grass is mature; the waves formed by the large areas of Maple Kite Grass constantly rising and falling in the farm will give people a deep shock when standing high and watching!

Miluo took a deep breath, with a leisurely smile on his face; although he was "trapped" here in his twenties, he knew this was one of the core businesses of the family.

He can control the entire farm now, representing the trust of the family's direct line in him.

As long as he works for a few more years, when he is transferred back to headquarters, he can also enter and exit Fran's office and become a person above others in people's eyes.

Besides, what's wrong with the countryside?

He glanced at the town in the distance; those plump girls in the town were to his liking.

He liked girls who were a little fat, but not excessively fat; it should be said that they were a bit plump.

This would give him a stronger feeling, and the girls here are very simple, unlike those girls in big cities, you have to use banknotes to impress them before you can drill a hole.

Here, as long as you can say some sweet words and make some unrealistic promises, you can roll in bed with those girls.

He liked it here.

There is still about a month before the concentrated harvest of Maple Kite Grass; after this month of harvesting, he can rest a little.

Just thinking about things, suddenly the black smoke rising from the farmland in the distance made his face change immediately!

"Bitch-raised mud-legged dogs, fuck, someone must have been smoking while working again!"

He turned around, grabbed a bell on the tower, and shook it frantically.

Soon a large number of workers gathered from other places; Miluo pointed to the place where the fire started, "There is a fire over there; go put out the fire, and then bring the person in charge of that piece of land to me!"

Some workers showed gloating expressions on their faces; they nodded one after another, and some even bent over.

Then they took the tools for fighting the fire and left quickly.

This is not the first time such a fire has occurred here; they have a very sufficient solution for this kind of thing.

There is a gully about four or five meters wide between each piece of land; as long as the fire is not outrageously large, it can still be extinguished.

The only trouble is that there is still some wind today; I don't know how much farmland will have to be sacrificed to extinguish these fires.

Thinking of this, his temples jumped; when the person in charge of that farmland comes back, he will definitely use a whip to beat his back to pieces!

Damn slave liberation movement, fuck!

He returned to the bottom of the tower; someone was watching this fire-fighting work, so he didn't need to be personally responsible; he just needed to wait.

He got some wine, some pickled sour olives, and returned to the tower.

The view here is the best, and he can clearly see the development of the fire in the distance.

The farm butler downstairs stood outside the house, "The Mayor said he saw black smoke rising here; should he come over to assist us in fighting the fire?"

Miluo rolled his eyes, "Thank me for him, say I will go see him with gifts in a few days; this time he doesn't need to help!"

The Mayor is a greedy person; he will bring a large group of people over, saying it is to help, but when they leave, everyone will ask him for three or five dollars.

After all, people ran over to help; you can't not give money, right?

If there were few people, that would be fine; they almost all came, and once there was even an old man who couldn't stand up and was carried over by them on a stretcher!

Thinking of that guy with a shiny top and a belly full of fat, he was a bit angry.

This might be the most unhappy thing in his life here!

The butler returned to the room, picked up the wine and took a big gulp; encountering this kind of broken thing early in the morning made him very annoyed.

Just as he lowered his head to pour wine and looked to the other side inadvertently, he saw several cars coming toward the house.

He frowned; although he didn't know why, there was a trace of bad feeling in his heart...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 769 =====