Chapter 837: Big Trade

Since Mr. Gomez heard from Ambassador Cassia a month ago that the Federation had the idea of invading Xiang Yalan, he had been running around for this matter for the past month.

It wasn't to dispel the Federation people's ambition and desire to invade Xiang Yalan, but to join this "change."

He believed that this was a change in the true sense that could break the existing class, a change that would sweep across all of Xiang Yalan!

Almost all the ruling classes in Xiang Yalan would face a choice of survival or destruction. The rulers were no longer safe, and they were no different from ordinary people. They would be crushed under the Federation's army!

The opportunity for ordinary people to change their destiny had come. He could foresee that by then, many people would stand on the side of the Federation people, especially those at the bottom.

Because they truly longed to change everything that existed, so even if they would die, they would try to fight once!

There would be no situation worse than they were now. No matter what the result was, it would only be better, not worse, and they wouldn't live to experience the worse time.

As an enlightened privileged class, Mr. Gomez had always been engaged in foreign trade. He had come into contact with many foreigners and had been to many countries. He discovered some things from these countries and their history.

For example, whenever a "change" appears, it means that the ruling class and the privileged class will be purged.

He was a member of the privileged class. He couldn't resist this great power like a tsunami, so the only thing he could do now was to stand on the crest of the wave earlier than anyone else before this storm formed a tsunami!

Through Ambassador Cassia, he also obtained the contact information of some big figures in Congress, but these big figures didn't give him a face-to-face opportunity at all, just letting some aide under their hands meet him, or even aides were rare.

Many were some people he didn't know what they were doing, sitting with him, looking indifferent, letting him say his thoughts, and they would convey them to the congressman.

These people didn't value him. Undoubtedly, they didn't even have the idea of listening to what he wanted to say. It was just a kind of understanding, finding someone to dismiss him.

Running into walls everywhere also made Mr. Gomez realize one point: even if he was in a hurry to sell the country now, not everyone was willing to accept him!

This is the saddest thing about a small person. You have to have value.

You don't even have any value. Even when you want to make a decision that goes against your ancestors, people won't even look at you.

Ambassador Cassia had value. As the Ambassador to the Federation, he could talk to the high-level officials in the country and help the Federation understand some situations among the high-level officials in Lapa, such as whether there was friction between the President and some aristocratic families.

Speaking of aristocratic families, they were actually the families of the original tribal chiefs.

Most Xiang Yalan countries were formed by the gradual merger of multiple tribes. The original chiefs in these tribes became the ruling class of the new country, which was also one of the reasons why these countries had solidified classes from the beginning.

They hadn't even opened the door, so how could they talk about locking the door?

Originally, Mr. Gomez still had a little... pride in his heart. After all, as the President of the Lapa Chamber of Commerce, a resounding figure in the privileged class, he felt that he should at least have some value.

But looking at it now, he overestimated himself.

After running into walls repeatedly, he talked to Ambassador Cassia again. This time, Ambassador Cassia pointed him in a direction: go find Lanse.

Actually, Mr. Gomez knew Lanse. When he came last time, Alberto received him, and Lanse was also accompanying him.

He didn't expect Lanse's hand to reach so far, to reach into Congress, and it was said that this matter was pushed by Lanse behind the scenes.

A gang leader pushing an invasion war, what was his purpose?

Ambassador Cassia didn't know, and Mr. Gomez didn't know either, but it didn't prevent him from contacting Lanse now.

This was the reason he appeared here. He urgently wanted to sell the country, and at the same time hoped that there would be a suitable buyer to accept his sincerity!

Mr. Gomez, who had been doing business all his life, suddenly felt that selling the country might be the most difficult thing he had ever done!

"Sorry, I was just watching the exciting part." Lanse apologized for the fact that he had been reading the newspaper.

Actually, Mr. Gomez had been here for two or three minutes, but he had been reading the newspaper. He didn't want to put it down halfway, so he let the other party wait for a while.

As a person with many things to do, sometimes putting down a thing halfway and doing another thing means that this thing will very likely be forgotten.

How could he not finish reading the newspaper and chat with Mr. Gomez? Maybe when he finished chatting, he would also forget that the newspaper hadn't been finished.

This was equivalent to wasting the time he spent reading the first half and doing useless work, so it was better to finish reading first and then chat.

Mr. Gomez smiled easily, "It doesn't matter, I came earlier than our agreed time. It was I who disturbed your arrangement."

Lanse didn't continue to tangle with him on this issue, "Then...", his hands placed on the table naturally clasped together, forming a fist, "What do you want to chat with me about?"

"Ambassador Cassia has already called me before and talked to me about you."

"He said you have more complicated social relationships in Lapa than him, from the President to an officer in the army, you know many such people."

Mr. Gomez nodded repeatedly, "I am the President of the Chamber of Commerce. I am mainly responsible for selling Lapa's goods and exchanging them for money, and then purchasing some products from abroad, such as the Federation, and bringing them back."

"So I inevitably know many people. You know, Lapa is very backward, there are no industrial facilities, and almost all our things come from imports."

This is also a problem faced by most countries in Xiang Yalan at present. The world hasn't left them too much time to catch up with those countries that have completed the accumulation of industrial technology. The world has always been very cruel.

When they were still holding simple bows and arrows preparing to see this world, the factories in the Federation could already produce precision industrial products.

Tanks, armored vehicles, warships, and even small airplanes for reconnaissance.

Xiang Yalan once became a dumping ground for various countries. A large number of cheap light industrial products directly destroyed their local industrial sprouts. This is also something that all backward countries have experienced.

When the cost of you producing a commodity is higher than importing a more advanced, more beautiful, and more functional similar product from abroad, no one will push the development of industrial technology.

Because capital is profit-seeking. If the country doesn't have industrial subsidies for them to do these things, then these capitalists, they can't bear the huge losses every year to engage in any research and development.

It just so happens that Xiang Yalan is still a primitive place. The ruling class here hasn't even entered feudal society and has directly entered civilized society.

Expecting them to formulate plans to promote industrial development is better than thinking about how to teach chimpanzees to work in factories.

So the goods of most countries in the Xiang Yalan region all rely on imports.

As the largest chamber of commerce in Lapa and also the chamber of commerce designated by the official, Mr. Gomez indeed has the qualification to know many people.

Large and small, people who are slightly capable or have some money, when they want to get some of the most advanced goods from the Federation or other countries, they have to find him or his people.

This allowed him to quickly build a large network in his ordinary daily work.

Lanse nodded slightly. He knew this kind of person, who mastered the indicators of import and export. Except for the ruling class, they are the most comfortable!

In a country like Lapa that hasn't evolved into a feudal society, power is in the hands of a few people.

They don't allow others to peek at their power and wealth, but they don't have any relatively advanced ruling means.

It's not like those countries with larger land areas. In the process of war and civilization integration, the speed of social development is very fast, so they can only constrain this society through some rigid rules.

Every quarter, how much is the import cooperation, how much is the export cooperation, are all completely formulated. Only in this way can their rule bring stability.

This kind of person makes a lot of money!

Lanse looked at Mr. Gomez's attire again. A coat worth hundreds of dollars can't be considered very expensive, but it's not bad either.

He wore a watch worth more than three thousand dollars. The reason Lanse knew the price of this watch was because someone in the family had bought one.

In a place where the per capita annual income might be only dozens of dollars, his set is the whole life of a family.

His gaze returned to Mr. Gomez's face, "So?"

Ambassador Cassia and Mr. Gomez said that they were only at the bottom of this society in the Federation, even if he had money.

The federal government and these people in society have cleaned up many rich foreigners. When he communicates with Lanse, he must be honest.

Lanse is very smart and reacts very quickly. If he deceives Lanse, it is equivalent to cutting off his own path.

At this time, Mr. Gomez's brain called up the rhetoric he had been preparing since he came to see Lanse.

He took a deep breath and cheered himself up. At this time, his inner anxiety was unprecedented.

"I want to do business with you, Mr. Lanse."

Lanse laughed twice, "This is fine, no problem. You have any good goods to sell to me, I have channels here to help you sell them, but for the specific details of this matter, you have to talk to Roger."

"Roger is the current President of the Imperial Chamber of Commerce. He is responsible for many things in business."

He took out a cigarette. Mr. Gomez immediately took out the lighter inlaid with gems in his pocket, bent over, stuck out his butt, lit the fire, and walked over.

Lanse glanced at him, then smiled and lit the cigarette with his fire, then patted his hand, signaling that he could take it back.

Mr. Gomez, who had sat down again, simply tidied up his attire and pinched his collar, "Mr. Lanse, you might not have understood what I meant."

He licked his lips, "My goods are a bit special."

Lanse raised his eyebrows, signaling him to continue.

"Land, mineral resources, rubber, renewable and non-renewable resources, population, and even political power are all within my trading scope!"

He finally said this sentence. When he finished this sentence, his heart was a burst of wild jumping!

Gulping, he felt dry-mouthed, and sweat was coming out on his forehead.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, wrapped his mouth, and forced out some saliva to swallow.

Lanse looked at him with a smile, flicked the ash, "Interesting."

"Mr. Gomez, your product list is really special, but I am indeed a little interested in these goods. How do you intend to sell these things?"

Mr. Gomez's body was trembling slightly. He knew that he had taken the first step toward success, "Mr. Lanse, I like the Federation very much."

"I have been keen on listening to stories about the Federation since I was a child. Ambassador Cassia is my good friend. We both recognize everything about the Federation very much and believe that the Federation's system is the most advanced system in the world."

"In Lapa, my hometown, the people are suffering from the brutal rule of the dictatorial ruler. They are not full, not warm, and live in fear."

"I don't intend to sell these things to get money, to get anything else, I just want to bring freedom to the Federation."

Lanse said with a smile, "But sometimes, freedom is not necessarily what people think, and it is not necessarily happy!"

Mr. Gomez directly represented his compatriots and made a choice, "But at least they have gained freedom!"

Lanse nodded slightly, "I will convey your thoughts to the Senator. As for whether it can move them, I cannot guarantee."

"However, your attitude and efforts will definitely not be in vain."

He thought for a while, "Did you bring any local specialties from your hometown this time you came to the Federation?"

Mr. Gomez didn't react for a while, "What do you mean by 'local specialties'... what?"

Of course, it refers to those agricultural products inlaid with gems and pure gold. Otherwise, what else could it be?

Vulgar banknotes?

It was obvious that Mr. Gomez hadn't thought about it before he came. It was just a trip. He would firmly embark on the road of becoming the "Father of Lapa Freedom," so he certainly didn't bring these local specialties with sincerity.

However, he had money. Sometimes money could also do these things, and he managed the accounts of his brother-in-law and some dignitaries, and there was also money here.

A little later, Lanse called Tom and told him about this.

After Tom finished listening, he confirmed this point, "I have heard of it. There is such a person who has been very active during this period. Honestly..."

He stood there rubbing his forehead with his hand, because he was very speechless now, "I don't know how to say it, why is there such a person who urgently wants to sell the country?"

Lanse laughed and said, "Because not everyone believes that will can overcome everything. I think this is very normal."

"And I think we can consider contacting a part of such people first. Regardless of whether we will do so... eventually we all need to output our values and culture to the Xiang Yalan region."

"We need some people, privileged classes, representative ones, standing at the forefront of the wave, doing a demonstration for people."

"These people leaning over, whether it is soft invasion or hard invasion, have great help."

"You mention it to the Senator. If he has anything he needs to understand, he can call me."

The two chatted for a while, and Lanse specifically said that Mr. Gomez also prepared some local specialties. This Lanse could feel the smile on Tom's face across the phone.

Since knowing Lanse, Tom's days have become better.

After hanging up the phone, Tom reorganized the things Lanse said, smoothed out his thoughts, and then came to the outside of the Senator's room.

During this period, the Senator and the others were very busy, all busy with various things.

The Federation's outstanding performance on the battlefield made the Presidential Palace and Congress very tough in front of the coalition forces. On the one hand, they wanted to take more responsibility—this sounds like a very stupid choice.

War is not a joke, it will kill people, and this war is just like what some people said, it actually has nothing to do with the Federation!

There are still people investigating the incident of the Federation's cargo ship being sunk. They don't think it was done by the Dantela people. They think it might be done by the Federation itself.

Taking more responsibility on the battlefield means paying more casualties, but behind taking more responsibility is the more power the federal government demands!

Now the Congress wants to lead this war, from a little brother participant to the true leader, decider, and eventually the biggest beneficiary of the war.

They have been firing, and various ambassadors are constantly visiting these congressmen, trying to find a new balance through diplomatic means.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the Senator's chief aide smiled and pushed open the door, leading an ambassador out of it. The two walked and talked toward the outside.

Tom stood by the door and knocked.

The Senator, who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window holding coffee and looking at the scenery outside the window, turned his head and asked, "Something?"

Tom walked in and said the things Lanse said just now again. After the Senator finished listening, he thought for a while, "This matter... you follow up."

Just a simple sentence made Tom feel shocked in his heart. He suddenly realized that something must have changed!

But it was not easy for him to ask. If the Senator didn't say it himself, it would not be appropriate for him to ask.

He nodded, "Lanse is currently leading this matter. My idea is to hand it over to him."

The Senator thought for a while and nodded again, "Yes, some things we do are indeed not very appropriate."

After all, the federal government never interferes in the internal affairs of other countries, nor does it fund anti-government forces in other countries.

As for the spontaneous behavior of the people?

That damn thing has nothing to do with the federal government!

The Senator held the coffee and drank several sips. He frowned, "I'll call him."

"Some things he might not understand very well." Then he looked at Tom.

Tom was stunned for a moment, but soon understood and said, "Then I'll go to work."

The Senator nodded, "Close the door."

He then walked to the table, picked up the phone, and dialed Lanse's number...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 838 =====