Chapter 82: Tailor, union, and three questions

"Mr. Lanse, your figure is very standard. I guarantee the clothes made will be very good-looking!"

An old tailor from the Empire was measuring Lanse's figure. This time the money in his hand was more abundant, and he planned to make two sets of clothes for everyone.

The weather was about to cool down soon. After every rain recently, there would be a day that made people feel the killing autumn chill.

And unified dressing also had a great promoting effect on cultivating "corporate culture." Capitalists have already proven that brainwashing doesn't necessarily mean you have to take classes.

The old tailor was also an Imperial person. His neighbor immigrated to the Federation before, and it is said that he could earn hundreds every month.

When he returned to the Empire, he told people in an exaggerated tone that in the Federation, you could pick up money by looking down!

This is a place full of opportunities and wealth. Even if you are a fool, as long as you are willing to sell some labor, you can definitely realize the Federal Dream in the Federation!

Some people were half-believing, and some people believed it deeply. The old tailor was someone who believed it deeply.

They had known each other for more than thirty years, and he didn't think his neighbor would lie to him, so regardless of his family's strong opposition, plus the situation in the Empire was deteriorating severely, he sold everything and brought his family to the Federation.

Then he saw the place that his neighbor claimed was all gold and money, and he even had to rack his brains for a bite to eat.

And that neighbor who claimed to earn more than 100 every month was actually washing dishes in a restaurant, earning only 22 a month, including one lunch, take it or leave it.

The old tailor, who had completely severed ties with the Empire, brought his daughter, son-in-law, and little grandson, squeezing into a dilapidated small house.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the old tailor had skills. He relied on making clothes for others to exchange for opportunities to live. The price was very low, and he had some customers.

Originally, Aierwen said he wanted to find a Federal tailor to make clothes, but Lanse refused.

The clothes made by Federal tailors were a bit... unbearable to look at. They would integrate the laziness and leisure unique to the Federation into the design, making them look a bit loose and baggy, and they didn't look spirited.

On the contrary, Imperial tailors could embody their most spirited side—tight, slim, and able to embody a feeling of sharpness and fierceness.

"I heard you also made clothes for nobles in the Empire?"

The old tailor, who was standing on a low stool wearing reading glasses to measure Lanse's shoulder width, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, a small noble. You even heard about this?"

"I heard people mention it. I am very curious, why don't you open a shop yourself?"

"Although Federal people don't look down on us much, they still yearn for those things of the nobles."

"If you can put up a sign that you have worked for the royal family or nobles, people from the upper class will soon swarm in."

The old tailor's son-in-law helped him down from the low stool. While recording Lanse's shoulder width, he said, "No matter what you want to do, first you must have money. I have been here for a while, and life here is really terrible."

"You and your friends let us fill our stomachs this month, but next month we still have to continue to run around for life. I can't even get out of the Imperial District, so how can I tell others that I once served nobles?"

Lanse nodded slightly. "If your skills are really good, I plan to sponsor you."

The old tailor was stunned for a moment, and some hopeful light appeared in his muddy eyes. "You... are you serious?"

"You want to support me in opening a tailor shop?"

Lanse put on the clothes he came in again. "In the city center!"

"Of course, the premise is that the clothes you make for us must be good enough. After all, this is not a small sum of money."

The old tailor and his son-in-law were so excited that they couldn't stop thanking Lanse for his generosity.

Originally, they also belonged to the middle class in the Empire, but they didn't expect that after coming here, not only did they not pick up gold and money, but they were almost unable to eat!

An old tailor with no fame in the Federation, who would ask him to make clothes with those expensive fabrics?

Only this kind of customization can really make big money.

And poor people buy more cheap secondhand clothes. Although they may not be so fitting, they are at least cheap.

There are very few who really need to order clothes. 10 or so a month is their income. These two months, they encountered the conflict between the natives and illegal immigrants, and his son-in-law couldn't find a job either.

Lanse's business saved them, in every sense!

Now he said he wanted to sponsor them to open a tailor shop, which made the old tailor's eye sockets red. "You are a kind and good person, Mr. Lanse. May the Lord bless you!"

"I hope he won't get sick from blessing me." Looking at the astonishment and confusion of the old tailor and his son-in-law, Lanse laughed happily and shook hands with him. "In short, 37 people, two sets of formal wear and two windbreakers each, all must be sword collars. Try your best to do these well. We will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future!"

He looked back at those eager people, signaling them to queue up and not mess around.

Being able to make new clothes is a happy thing for both Federal people and Imperial people.

Because there were only two of them, the measurement would be slightly slower. Fortunately, they were invited to the company by Lanse, so they didn't need to care too much about their work speed.

Lanse and Aierwen walked to the side and sat down, and Aierwen took the initiative to talk about some things.

"I heard a thing, it might not be easy to handle."

Lanse looked at him. "What thing?"

"The union is a bit dissatisfied with our large-scale use of other people's work cards, thinking that we have disrupted the normal labor market."

The union is definitely not an ordinary thing in the Federation, although it is not a thing either.

Many workers will register in the local union, which provides a high guarantee for their own rights and interests, without worrying about excessive exploitation and oppression.

The unions in this period were very strong and healthy. They had not yet given birth to arrogance and conceit, and were relatively clean.

The slogan "Workers of the world, unite!" came from the Federation!

If the union feels that they have disrupted the labor market, that is definitely a heavy blow to the booming agency business now.

Lanse thought for a while. "How many work cards do we have in our hands now?"

The person in charge of the agency, Xiao En, ran over. "Mr. Lanse, as of today, the work cards registered in our agency have exceeded 3,000, with 3,132."

Xiao En is an Imperial young man with very good academic performance. He wears round, narrow-rimmed glasses. He was admitted to university in the Empire, but because he had no money to go to university, he chose to return to his hometown to be a teacher.

Then the war broke out. In order not to be sent to the front line, his family sent him to the Federation.

He is not the kind of person who can be ruthless to others. He has been studying all his life, so Lanse let him temporarily manage the agency here, and at the same time, he had subsequent arrangements for him.

"This is a big number!", Lanse affirmed his work results during this period, and then said to Aierwen, "Who has an opinion on us? Find out, and then help me make an appointment to meet them. I will handle this matter."

After saying this, he looked at Xiao En. "Xiao En, our subsequent development will be very rapid. We need a reliable lawyer, so I plan to send you to continue your studies, go to university, but you must study law."

Xiao En was a bit surprised, and even more pleasantly surprised. Lawyers are very respectable professions in both the Federation and the Empire, and they also have social status.

At the same time, this also allowed him to find his own value.

Recently, he had been thinking about this problem. Others were exerting their light and heat, but he seemed not to have made any actual value, because his current work could be done by anyone who completed primary school.

But the sudden good news allowed him to find a direction, and at the same time, he had some confusion. "Lanse, I haven't studied for a while. I don't know if I can keep up."

Lanse glanced at his watch. "I will hire a home tutor for you. They will help you solve problems in your studies, as well as problems outside of your studies."

"Lanse, I don't know how to thank you. I will definitely become a great lawyer!"

Lanse patted his arm. "But don't lose the work here for now, until I find a new candidate."

During the conversation, Hairamu pushed the back door open and stood by the door knocking. Lanse stood up when he saw him. "Go back to work," he said to Xiao En, then glanced at Aierwen, and Aierwen followed him out the back door.

This is also a small courtyard. Most of the buildings in the Federation are like this. There will be an open space between the buildings. Some builders will enclose these open spaces and promote them as a "backyard."

But some builders don't care about these open spaces. There are no walls, no other things.

There is a small courtyard here, about 200 square meters. The car is parked in the middle, Laoen is leaning on the car smoking, and the warehouse door next to it is open.

Lanse nodded to him and then drilled into the warehouse.

Light needs an adaptation period from strong to weak. A few seconds later, he saw Jason hanging up.

He was covered in blood. Hairamu hit him a few times in the mouth, and several teeth were broken.

Seeing Lanse come here, he began to beg again. "Mr. Lanse, I was wrong. I will give you all the money, and then I will disappear from Jincheng and never come back!"

Lanse took out a cigarette, and Hairamu immediately took out matches to light it for him, which made Aierwen, who was holding a matchbox and still doing the action of taking matches, stunned for a moment.

He smiled and gave Hairamu a punch.

Lanse scratched his eyebrows with his fingers. "You still haven't realized your mistake, Je... son. Your anxiety about the status quo is just regret that you were caught by us, not that you did something wrong."

"Because if you really knew you were wrong, you wouldn't say these meaningless words to me."

"Now, a few questions."

"First, where is the remaining money hidden."

"Second, how many people know you suddenly have money."

"Third, have you told anyone how you made this money?"

"Solve these problems first, and then we will consider your problems."

I don't have any manuscripts, it's all coded now, plus there is a little bit missing over there, so let's update three times.

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