Chapter 780: Believing in friends is right and privilege

"Mr. Lanse, I don't quite understand."

This sentence Mr. Casia has already said once, in the car, this is the second time.

Lanse smiled. "Besides the current war immigration, the Federation has some other policies."

"For example, talent immigration. If you can prove that you belong to high-level talents in a certain field, such as scientists, inventors, etc., you can also become a citizen of the Federation."

"There is also investment immigration. For example, you bring at least one hundred thousand dollars to the Federation for investment, invest in entities, build new factories, and increase the employment rate. They will also support you to become a citizen of the Federation."

"There are many ways for you, your family, and your children to become federal people, legal and compliant ways."

"Mr. Casia, you and Alberto are friends, and Alberto is also my good friend. It is reasonable for us to be good friends."

"My friends know, and you will know too. I am very happy to help friends achieve financial freedom."

He paused for a while, giving Mr. Casia a process of acceptance. "Has Rapa established diplomatic relations with the Federation?"

Mr. Casia nodded. "We are a country with diplomatic relations."

The Federation is still in the process of seeking a higher international social status, so for these countries willing to establish diplomatic relations with the Federation, even if they are just some inconspicuous small countries, the federal government is willing to establish diplomatic exchanges with them.

Although Rapa is only a small country, a poor, backward small country, it is a country after all. When the Federation needs it, they can give the Federation support in the international community and bring some international public opinion help!

"Do you know the diplomatic ambassador here?" Lanse asked.

Mr. Casia was a little embarrassed. "We haven't sent an ambassador to the Federation for the time being."

Looking at Lanse's confused expression, he explained a little embarrassedly, "We are friends, so I won't hide it."

"We have no money."

"Renting land for the embassy, building the embassy, these all need money."

"If it's built small, shabby, the President definitely won't agree. After all, this represents our image in the Federation."

"If it's built well, the country doesn't have so much extra budget to take out."

"You also said, Mr. Lanse, the grain we sell to the Federation is only a few hundred dollars a ton."

"The cost of renting land, the cost of building buildings, might need to use up the benefits of our entire year's exports, or even two years or more."

"We don't have so much money to build this embassy."

He already had a rough understanding of the prices and land prices in the Federation. This requires an astronomical figure.

This is also the status quo of many small countries and poor countries. They can establish diplomatic relations, but they can't take out money to build embassies, and some simply don't appoint diplomatic ambassadors to reside in countries with diplomatic relations.

This doesn't make people feel surprised.

Lanse pursed his lips. "Look, isn't business coming?"

Now it's Mr. Casia's turn to be confused. He hesitated and repeated that sentence again. He felt that since he first came here, his worldview was collapsing and reshaping rapidly.

"I don't understand, Mr. Lanse."

Lanse raised his hand. "No, you will understand, because this is also your resource."

"Will you get the President's approval if you apply to become a diplomatic ambassador to the Federation?"

"If you don't need the President to pay extra money."

"If you raise funds yourself."

Mr. Casia thought for a while and nodded. "He won't refuse, as long as I don't let the country pay a large extra fee, they will be willing."

After hearing this, Lanse clapped his hands, his face full of smiles like a spring breeze. "Look, isn't this the biggest resource in your hand?"

"And now this resource only belongs to you, and the benefits it brings only belong to you!"

He paused. "If you trust me, Mr. Casia, you will become an amazing, wealthy person."

"Your family will get better living conditions here, and your children who are still in school will receive the best elite education in the Federation. They will all get 'A's in every subject!"

"Most importantly, you will become a wealthy person, Mr. Casia, as wealthy as me and the wealthy federal people you see."

Mr. Casia's emotions had been moved by Lanse. Just now he experienced the life of the wealthy federal people. I don't know if it was because of lack of water, but his throat was a bit dry now, and his lips were too.

He licked his lips. "Mr. Lanse, we are friends, if there is anything, just say it straight."

"You go back and apply to become a diplomatic ambassador, stationed in the Federation, used to help your President and citizens sell more of their agricultural products to the Federation."

"I will also give you some orders appropriately."

The agricultural product orders Lanse mentioned didn't count as anything to him. Grain is not mentioned, others, such as forage, etc., are all fine.

Anyway, a few dozen dollars, at most one or two hundred a ton, one or two million, can buy ten thousand tons, or even more!

This is definitely a big order, enough to make their country's President move.

Lanse explained the order problem to him simply. Mr. Casia repeated that sentence for the fourth time. "I don't understand, Mr. Lanse."

"These are just conditions for you to come here. I pay the ticket for my friend to get freedom. You don't need to take it to heart!"

"And, I can turn the resources in your hand into cash and earn this money back."

In fact, these orders themselves have value. Even if these orders can't be sold for more in the Federation, he can sell them to others at a 20% discount, which is only a loss of a few hundred thousand.

But the subsequent benefits and value produced by doing so will become very large!

Lanse pointed to this house. "What do you think of here?"

Mr. Casia nodded. "Very good."

"I will build an embassy with a larger scale than here in New Jincheng, and then rent it to you."

Mr. Casia suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and for a time he even lost the ability to react.

Looking at his stupid appearance, Lanse couldn't help laughing loudly. He patted Mr. Casia's back. "Casia, can I call you that?"

Mr. Casia came back to his senses. "Of course you can, my friend!"

"I will rent that house to you for use as an embassy, but you can't afford its full cost, so you rent 99% of the area to someone else at a price almost equal to the rent."

"I will open another door for you next to it, so the embassy will have it, and the remaining area..."

He reached out and gestured. "These places won't have any changes, and I will give you an extra sum of money, one-thousandth of the profit."

This is the fifth time Mr. Casia repeated that sentence. "I don't understand, Mr. Lanse."

He didn't understand at all what Lanse was talking about, what renting to him, he couldn't afford it and then rented it to someone else.

If he couldn't afford it, he just wouldn't rent it, right?

Why rent it and then rent it to someone else?

Lanse sat closer. "The embassy has its own legal rights of the country it belongs to. In other words, whether it is the police, the Prohibition Bureau, or any institution of the federal government, they cannot force their way in here."

"This is your value, Casia." He paused. "In short, don't consider so much, listening to me is definitely not wrong, I won't harm you, we are friends!"

Once Casia becomes a diplomatic ambassador to the Federation, Lanse can legally create another "Super Project" in New Jincheng, a gold-consuming cave where eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling are gathered together.

If there is no diplomatic protection of Casia, he needs to face many troubles, but with this layer of diplomatic protection, plus the "invasion" of the Alan region that Lanse plans to promote, not only will his business be very stable, but he can also add a "guide party."

Mr. Casia hesitated. "Please forgive me for coming from a remote place, without any knowledge, Mr. Lanse, if I do as you say, become an ambassador."

"I..." He was a bit embarrassed to speak, but Lanse knew what he wanted to say.

Among the things in the world that make people feel difficult to speak, most are related to money.

"Twenty thousand dollars, if it is less than twenty thousand dollars, I will give you twenty thousand."

"If it exceeds twenty thousand dollars, I will give you as much as there is."

When he heard this sentence, Casia took a breath. This is equivalent to several million Rapa money. His emotions have been moved by Lanse.

Luxurious life, since his last visit, he couldn't forget everything here, even when he returned to Rapa, he would dream of everything here!

At this moment, everything he once fantasized about was close at hand, and he could grab it in his hand. He was already a bit unable to sit still. He wanted to return to Rapa now and talk to the President about this matter.

Maybe seeing Mr. Casia's urgency, Lanse knew he had bitten the hook, and the rest was waiting, waiting for him to bite tighter.

"You don't have to be so anxious, we still have time."

He said and stood up. "You must be tired after a day of fatigue. I have left a room for you here, you can rest here."

Mr. Casia didn't know what to say. Lanse was too considerate, and he was very moved.

Lanse let the maid outside the door come in. "Take Mr. Casia to his room."

These are all arranged, including subsequent programs.

Mr. Casia tonight will get the happiest and most extreme enjoyment in his life!

Looking at Mr. Casia's hurried back, Lanse smiled and shook his head.

The next day Lanse let Mr. Casia go around the casino again. Losing was his, and winning was Mr. Casia's.

His luck was not good, but even so, he finally took away 50,000 dollars in chips.

This money was already more than the total savings of his grandfather, his father, and him, three generations!

But here, Lanse gave it to him casually.

Mr. Casia finally stayed here for three days and couldn't wait to return to the country. He was a conscientious person. He wanted to complete Lanse's entrustment as soon as possible. It was definitely not that he was greedy for any wealth, just that he didn't want to disappoint his friend!

In late July, the editing work of the movie was completely finished, just in time for Senator Cleveland to bring two other senators, as well as more than ten representatives, to visit Jincheng Naval Base and visit Admiral Myers.

A political show performed for himself, although everyone knows this is a show, it still has the necessity of performance.

Admiral Myers was only responsible for waiting for their arrival at the base, and the one really responsible for reception was Lanse.

Lanse waited by the sea early in the morning, and the entire pier was cleaned up cleanly.

This is a tourist pier. Usually, many people gather here, especially some beggars.

But today nothing can be seen here, all beggars were driven away.

If they didn't leave, Lanse would send them to the battlefield, so they ran away early in the morning.

And others heard that Lanse was going to receive big figures here, so it was not convenient for them to come in, so they didn't come in.

Even some passenger ships changed the time of docking because of this matter!

Soon, the passenger ship carrying the three senators docked at the pier and stopped. First, a group of accompanying personnel, representatives, came down, and then the three senators showed up on the deck.

Senator Cleveland walked in the first place, and the other two walked behind.

There were many young children on the pier, holding flowers high, seeming to cheer for the arrival of the senators.

There were also three beautiful young girls who took the initiative to offer flowers.

This scene made the three senators a bit... shocked.

When shaking hands with Lanse, Senator Cleveland asked softly, "Is the specification too high?"

"I thought the President was behind!"

Lanse said in a low voice while shaking hands, "It was spontaneous."

This sentence made the senator stunned for a while, and then couldn't help laughing. "You are really humorous!"

He introduced the other two senators to Lanse. These were members of Senator Cleveland's small group. Lanse had seen one of them before, at Senator Cleveland's manor.

Very respectful welcome, the two's responses were also positive, but Lanse could still feel that these positives of theirs were all performed, not real thoughts.

But he didn't care. His value would make these people look at him squarely, and respect him, fear him.

Soon the three senators got into the car, and Lanse and Senator Cleveland sat in the same car.

At the same time the motorcade started and drove out of the pier, ten police officers riding motorcycles divided into five rows, clearing the way at the front of the motorcade.

And a large number of police cars followed behind with lights on.

The road from here to the hotel was completely controlled and cleared. There were many young people, children, and beautiful girls waving flowers on the side of the road.

Senator Cleveland saw this scene and was a bit surprised. "You shouldn't do this, we shouldn't not allow others to walk."

"We are also public servants of the country, not rulers, we don't need to do this."

He said so, but from his enjoying expression, Lanse could see that he was enjoying it.

It's just that he couldn't say it so directly, couldn't say he just liked privilege, just liked clearing the field.

He seemed to think of something. "I saw a few passenger ships staying by the sea when I came, also because of us, right?"

Lanse smiled. "I was afraid that some stupid people would offend you, so I let them wait a little longer."

Senator Cleveland raised his chin slightly. "Don't do this next time!"

Lanse also understood. "I know."

He curled his lips slightly, looked at the scenery outside the window, and raised his eyebrows.

It can be seen that his mood is indeed good!

People work hard all their lives to reach this level, do they still have to suffer like people at the bottom to be a good quality?

Stop joking, how many feudal and decadent old men work hard for the purpose of suffering?

Isn't it just to ride on the heads of the people and be ancestors?

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, and Tang Mu sitting next to him gave Lanse a look of mutual understanding—

You fucking really know how to do it!

According to the itinerary, it will be tomorrow to visit the military region, so there is nothing to do this afternoon.

After lunch, Senator Cleveland took the initiative to ask about Lanse's movie. Some content of this movie came out and had already begun to break the circle, and the senator was also very interested.

"Exactly, I also want to take this opportunity to let the three gentlemen give me some suggestions."

Senator Cleveland looked at Lanse for a few seconds. "You look very confident, the movie is filmed very well in your eyes."

He turned to look at the two senators behind him. "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

When he asked this sentence, even if the two behind him had things to do in the afternoon, they couldn't have things to do now.

Both answered that they were ready to rest or go around in the afternoon. Senator Cleveland invited them with a smile. "Since there is nothing important, then let's watch what the movie Lanse filmed is like together."

The two naturally agreed.

Soon they sat down in an independent small theater. As the movie began to play, from the beginning they didn't care much about the development of love, to the official start of the plot, then to some omens, some rumors, and finally the Dantela fleet appeared outside Jincheng.

Real shelling pictures brought a more real viewing experience, and the expressions of the three senators became solemn.

A large part of the filming of the entire movie was used on special effects. After all, every sand table is worth hundreds or thousands of dollars, and every "explosion" represents hundreds or thousands of dollars of funds being burned!

The picture is very real. From the perspective of modern people, Lanse looked at the command and felt there were still many flaws, but the two directors said "simply perfect."

Jincheng became a sea of fire, the Jincheng Navy suffered heavy losses, and at the same time, the Dantela army that occupied the Alan region posed a huge threat to the federal mainland.

The Presidential Palace and the Congress decided to launch a strategic plan for Alan, drive away the Dantela people, liberate the Alan countries that were invaded, and launch an attack on the evil Dantela United Fleet.

The moment the male lead rode the torpedo and died with the largest battleship, the three senators couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Some regrets.

But regret is often an indispensable part of perfection.

The Federation won in the naval battle, and by controlling the Star Islands and Alan, it indirectly strengthened the control of the entire East Ocean, thereby gaining a huge advantage in strategy.

The movie ends here, which can be considered over...