Chapter 833

While Lansi was expanding wildly in New Jincheng, two other law enforcement departments were watching him.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Hazardous Materials.

It was normal for the FBI to watch Lansi; the newly appointed director (Director-General) had a very grand plan, and the first batch of core agents recruited were capable and ambitious people.

He wouldn't use simple superior-subordinate relationships to control these people.

Superior-subordinate relationships, discussing obedience or disobedience, were only useful for mediocre people.

For a person who had finally obtained a decent job, you could use "I'm going to fire you" as a threat to force them to agree with your decisions and obey your commands and orders.

But for outstanding people with smart brains, strong execution, and the ability to think independently, threatening them with "I'm going to fire you" was as funny as a joke!

They wouldn't be threatened by you, because such capable people could quickly get ahead in any industry.

So the director used benefits. He had talked privately with the branch chiefs of each state capital and some city branch chiefs, and he used the simplest method: interest bundling.

He told these people about his grand plans and also made them realize one thing.

That was, if he really succeeded, he—and they—would change this country!

The more capable a person was, the more ambitious, the more ideas, and the more ambition they had.

Fools spent every day thinking about how not to lose their jobs and what to eat when they got home after work.

But capable and smart people had too much to consider.

There were also several confidants of the director in Denuozhou, and before they came here, they had unified their pace.

Figure out the situation in each city: the situation of government officials, the situation of gang members, the situation of capitalists, and the situation of non-governmental organizations.

In short, as long as it could be collected, they collected the intelligence.

Originally, these people in New Jincheng were collecting information just fine, but suddenly the arrival of the Lansi family destroyed the various information they had previously collected.

The local branch chief had previously formulated some plans himself on how to clean up these gangs once they obtained more law enforcement power.

But now it seemed he didn't need to do that, because the Lansi family had already done it.

This wasn't a good thing.

Those weak ones had been wiped out by the Lansi family, and the one ruling here next was the stronger, harder-to-deal-with Lansi family.

They didn't have law enforcement power yet, so they could only continue to watch from the shadows.

And this time, the local police once again confirmed their idea—the police couldn't be trusted!

With just a small trick, the entire police force had been bought off.

As for the Bureau of Hazardous Materials watching Lansi, that was within reason; after all, he was about to sell alcohol.

The prohibition work was to prevent gangs like Lansi from selling alcohol unscrupulously. The prohibition work in New Jincheng couldn't be said to be done very well, but at least it wasn't too bad.

Of course, the director also knew that some agents below had been corrupted, but as long as it looked okay on the surface, he would turn a blind eye.

After all, New Jincheng was just a small city, and being assigned to work here only meant he might still be lacking in connections.

Whether directors of the Bureau of Hazardous Materials in cities like theirs could be promoted depended entirely on their performance.

Director Dai Er's goal of wanting to catch big cases was exactly this; only big cases could make him stand out from the crowd of directors and allow him to return to the sight of the masters.

Facts proved that relying solely on these methods might not turn a law enforcer who relied on the power in others' hands into a politician who held power in his own hands.

Some things were innate; if you had them when you were born, you had them; if you didn't, it was highly likely you were destined never to have them.

Assigned to a small city like New Jincheng, even if he swept away all the alcohol in the city, he couldn't get the opportunity to be promoted.

He had already realized this, so for the past two years, he had become somewhat lax in resolutely enforcing the prohibition order.

At this moment, he was thinking about whether to bring some deli food home after work when his secretary suddenly knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The secretary outside the door held a small package in his hand. "Someone sent this for you, saying you need to sign for it and open it yourself."

The director didn't pay much attention; he nodded, signed his name on the receipt, then casually flipped through the small package and even shook it.

Something inside rattled with his shaking; he couldn't tell what it was, sliding around constantly.

Then he unwrapped the package, which contained a small box.

Then he opened the small box, and when he saw clearly what was inside, he froze.

Inside was a photo of him and his family; if he remembered correctly, this photo should have been in his home.

At the same time, there was a small card next to it, on which an address was recorded: "Here is a meeting gift I have for you; I hope you like it—Lansi White!"

A surge of anger welled up in his heart, but the anger was immediately covered by fear!

Lansi really dared to kill law enforcement officers; he had a precedent!

The director immediately dialed a phone call back, and the phone was quickly answered by his family. "Did anyone come to visit today?"

It was his wife who answered the phone, and the woman immediately replied with a smile, "How did you know?"

"Our sewer was clogged, and then the community service company arranged for a plumber to come over. They fixed it in a short while, and they said this problem was very simple and didn't need to pay the bill!"

It could be heard that his wife was truly happy from the bottom of her heart; ever since wages needed to be taxed, she had become frugal.

The director was silent for a while. "Did anything go missing at home?"

His wife couldn't help but complain, "I didn't find anything missing; why would you think others are thieves?"

"Honey, who would think of stealing from us? You're not a rich person!"

She laughed a few times as she spoke, and the non-malicious sarcasm and teasing in her tone made the director a bit angry.

However, he didn't vent it, but instead said, "It's good that nothing is missing."

He knew this was a warning.

Lansi was using this way to tell him that he could make his life desperate and miserable, but he could also do some other things.

In torment, the half-hour that usually went unnoticed passed quickly, and he drove to the place on the card, a newly developed but unpopulated area where there were many houses for rent.

They were all storefronts facing the street, but because the city hadn't developed, they were almost all vacant.

Many were rented to others at very low prices to be used as warehouses, a few dollars a month, which could be said to be good value for money.

He came to the storefront with the house number mentioned on the card; the windows behind the display were nailed with wooden boards, which was also a common operation.

To prevent someone from breaking the window and climbing in, causing greater damage, the owner of the house would seal the doors and windows to prevent such things from happening.

As for later, if someone wanted to rent this house, they could just remove them then.

He looked at this plain-looking house, walked to the door, looked at the dust-free doorknob, grasped it in hesitation, and then twisted it.

The door opened; it wasn't locked.

He looked at both sides of the street and turned back to look around; there wasn't even a ghost in this terrible place!

But he knew someone must be observing him from the dark.

He pushed the door open; the lights inside were on, and a rich smell of alcohol drilled into his nose.

Piles of alcohol, these wines added up to at least forty or fifty thousand dollars.

His heartbeat began to accelerate slightly, and on the table closest to him, he saw a piece of paper—

"Looks like we can be friends; I'm waiting for your call!"

Below was the phone number.

He glanced at the phone placed next to the table, then picked up the phone and dialed the number.

The phone was quickly connected. "I've been waiting for your call, Director."

There was no expression on the director's face. "I don't know what you mean by this."

"Very simple, Director."

"Every once in a while, I will give you a batch of alcohol to deal with the people above; I know you also have work targets."

"I won't make things difficult for you!"

"And I don't hope you make things difficult for me!"

"At the same time, I also hope to be friends with you."

"I am a very direct person; I don't like to go around in circles."

"If you are willing to be my friend, whether you are willing to stay here or want to change places in the future, I will do my best to help you."

"Mutual help is the obligation between friends."

"If you don't want to be my friend and are still drowned by the overflowing sense of justice in your heart, then I don't mind changing to a new director here."

"What do you say?"

"Can we be good friends?"

The director glanced at the boxes and boxes of alcohol in the house again, recalling that Lansi's people had entered his home silently and taken away the photo he had placed in the living room with his family.

The choice was: on one hand, ideals and career; on the other hand, family, self, and enjoyment.

Lansi didn't urge him. After a while, he let out a breath. "Why not?"

Ten minutes later, the agent supervisor of the Bureau of Hazardous Materials came here with his confidants, looking at the alcohol piled up in the room and the director sitting on the chair smoking, seemingly realizing something.

Lansi wanted to go back for the New Year, but in the end, he couldn't succeed. After dealing with some chores, the probability of going back for the New Year was basically infinitely close to zero.

He could only stay in New Jincheng for the New Year, and only after the New Year would he embark on the journey back to Jincheng.

What he didn't know was that some of the situation in New Jincheng had already been learned by the Deputy Governor.

In his view, Lansi and Mayor Wei De were in the same gang.

He had just been warned and couldn't continue to fight Mayor Wei De, but it didn't hinder him from controlling some people and fighting against those who supported Mayor Wei De.

In the years he had supported the State Police Chief, he had also met many big gangs in Denuozhou.

They must be very willing to take the lead for the Deputy Governor!

(End of chapter)