Chapter 852: If we can't talk, we can also…

Talking in private means talking without people knowing.

Not many people in New Jincheng knew what this rotating vice president looked like, but people knew he had come.

He didn't want to sit with Lanse under the spotlight; that would be too formal, and at the same time, "identity" and "position" would be locked.

Under the spotlight, there was no ambiguity; he was the vice president of the Labor Alliance, representing the interests of the Labor Alliance, the interests of the trade unions.

Lanse also represented his own interests, and even some interests of federal politics—in the matter of toppling the Labor Alliance.

Such a conversation was not free; they could only say things that fit their identity and position; other things could not be said.

So the vice president wanted to meet in private; the two sides would not meet with a fixed position and identity, so they could talk about more content.

Lanse did not refuse and agreed.

In this way, he connected some of the current things, such as those people and things that had begun to become methodical, with this vice president.

Powerful people were like this; even if they had just arrived, in an hour or two, they could restore a messy situation to normal.

In the afternoon, Lanse arrived at a private club; the vice president had arrived here in advance, waiting for Lanse.

No one knew they would meet here.

When Lanse entered the room, the vice president, who was reading a newspaper, stood up and walked toward Lanse with a smile, extending his hand.

Although he was in the room, the attitude and position he showed were not the position of a "host"; he put himself in the position of a guest, so he walked toward Lanse and extended his hand.

Instead of standing where he was, waiting for Lanse to walk over.

Lanse extended his hand and shook it, "You must know me, Lanse, Lanse White."

The vice president nodded with a smile, "I read your information several times before I came, Mr. Lanse."

"I attach great importance to our communication this time!"

"Walter Carriel, currently the rotating vice president; you can call me Walter; my friends all call me that."

"You can also call me Lanse."

"Nice to meet you!"

After simple pleasantries, the two came to the sofa and sat down; such private clubs were very common in the federation.

Or rather, in the case of high corruption in the federal government, people needed a lot of such places to complete money-power transactions, so it was very common.

From a small police officer to the federal president, everyone needed a private space, and private clubs emerged as the times required.

"Mr. Lanse, you are much younger than I imagined; forgive me for asking, how old are you this year?"

Lanse answered with a smile, "Twenty-five."

"Twenty-five, a good age; I miss my twenty-five, and I am ashamed that I only dated at twenty-five!", Walter was obviously a person who knew how to liven up the atmosphere.

He flattered Lanse with a thick skin, and it was very direct, not obscure.

Lanse smiled, "Everyone has their mission; your mission is happiness, my mission is to straighten my spine."

This answer was something Mr. Vice President did not expect, but he reacted quickly, "Do you know what my mission is now?"

Lanse nodded and said, "Persuade me."

Mr. Walter pointed at him, "Bingo!"

"Actually, I don't like this job very much, but since I am the rotating president, they need me to do what I should do."

"Mr. Lanse, can we find a point that we are both satisfied with within a range that both sides can accept?"

Lanse shook his head, "It's not that I don't agree with your idea, but I think it's very difficult to do."

"Not accepting trade unions is my basic requirement; this is our biggest disagreement. Unless you can accept my requirements, we will always have disagreements on this issue."

"And look, if you could accept it, things wouldn't have developed to the current extent."

Mr. Walter sighed, "Yes, it's very difficult to reach a consensus."

He paused, "But I still want to try to persuade you."

Lanse signaled for him to continue and took out a cigarette.

Cigarettes and nicotine could help him better concentrate on Mr. Walter at this time, which was actually a very strange thing.

Clearly, nicotine did not have these effects, but people would become focused because of cigarettes and nicotine.

"You can completely manage workers registered in the trade union and workers not registered in the trade union separately."

"For example, you establish another enterprise, an identical labor introduction agency, and this labor introduction agency specifically registers those trade union members."

"If those factories only need non-union workers, good, then you let those non-union workers go to work."

"If the factory does not have any clear requirements for workers, you can completely mix in dispatched workers."

"This is no different from what you are doing now, and it will not cause the resentment and opposition of those workers now."

"Because they are not people from the same company, they won't meet, and they won't have any influence on each other."

"It's just that customers have one more choice, and the disagreement between us will also end."

"The trade union, the Labor Alliance, will not interfere with your work and operation; we respect your ideas and choices."

"Actually, union workers have many advantages; most of them have worked in this industry for quite some time, and many of them are skilled workers."

"The new industrial zone in New Jincheng will have quite a few newly established enterprises; they need some ordinary workers, but also skilled workers with rich experience and technology."

"If we excessively create opposition, it will only make it difficult for both of us, and it will also make it difficult for those factories!"

"Actually, we have the possibility of cooperation on this matter."

"We control high-end labor, and you hold a large amount of bottom-level labor in your hands; there is actually no competition between us; on the contrary, we can form resource complementarity."

He sat forward and also took out a cigarette, "Mr. Lanse, actually we have always been paying attention to these illegal immigrants, refugees, these black workers."

"But because of some legal issues, we can't take care of these people; your appearance fills the gap in this part of the federation."

"We are a very good complement, as I said before."

"Just like light and shadow, combined, it is the world!"

"This won't affect you; on the contrary, because the number of people registered with you becomes large and the composition becomes more complex, you will gain greater influence!"

"In this way, we won't hurt each other's interests and can solve the current disagreement; what do you think?"

Lanse considered for a while and said, "This is actually still me making concessions, Mr. Walter."

Mr. Walter continued to add conditions, "Mr. Lanse, are you interested in political parties?"

Lanse frowned, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

Mr. Walter explained, "We are about to establish the Workers' Party; this is a powerful party, and we have 20 million worker brothers."

"We don't care about the origin and background of any member; as long as they are willing, they can join us."

"Mr. Lanse, we can give you a party identity, a decent party identity, for example… a member of the Liklai State Workers' Party Committee or something similar."

"This can make it more convenient for you to handle some things in work and life, and even if you want to run for mayor or governor in the future, we can help!"

"We are never stingy with friendship and enthusiasm; you will feel it!"

Lanse looked at him a few more times; this condition was something he did not expect.

Senator Cleveland had also asked him similar questions before, whether he was willing to enter politics.

Actually, he knew very well that in his life, with a very high probability, 99%, it was impossible to become a federal government official.

It was still the most core issue; people could accept that he was a "front-page figure" who often appeared on newspaper headlines and various public occasions, but they would not accept that he was a politician.

Because he was the leader of a gang, and not a federal native.

Even if he handled some things cleanly, if people wanted to investigate, they could still find out.

That set of replacement methods was not applicable to the high level.

These people at the high level of the federal government, senators, presidents, vice presidents, governors, these people, they were all "counted."

Whose ancestor was who, what contributions they made to this country in the process of founding the country, they could all be traced and investigated.

Even if they didn't pursue Lanse's gang identity, didn't pursue his impersonation identity, just the fact that the White family's ancestors might only be a free man, a farmer-like role, made it impossible to go far!

At most, it was a mayor level; this was the limit of his entering politics.

Even marrying into a political family wouldn't work.

Because that circle, that level, had an "admission ticket," and the admission ticket was their surname, their bloodline!

That sentence was very right; some things you didn't have when you were born, and you would very likely not have them in this life.

This was even more so in politics.

You didn't have the qualifications to enter this circle; relying on acquired efforts was also impossible.

Maybe it would be better in the future, fifty years later, one hundred years later, but now, in this period, everything was destined.

If someone else had been replaced today, when Mr. Walter said these words, he might have already been moved.

But Lanse was different; he was very rational and very calm.

In Mr. Walter's expectant gaze, he shook his head, "Sorry, I don't think this can persuade me."

Mr. Walter was stunned for a moment, then added, "With our support, and some help you have locally, running for governor is not a joke."

"You have great influence here, and you are also very likely to become governor."

Lanse smiled twice; he knew that this guy Walter was not wrong at all; if he really participated in the election, he might really have a chance to become governor.

But before he became governor, the federal government would pass some bills to restrict him, and even those people from the Federal Bureau of Investigation would be immediately activated to investigate his criminal facts.

Just like he framed others, the Federal Bureau of Investigation didn't need to investigate; they could just frame him directly; anyway, the power to explain in the end was in the hands of the federal government.

He was also thinking about going to the election; the closer he was to prison, and even to the electric chair!

"Mr. Walter, if your persuasion is only this, then I can only say it's a pity; I don't think this is a condition I cannot refuse."

Looking at the other party still wanting to say something, Lanse shook his head, "You know, the problem is not with us, not with you and me."

This sentence made Mr. Walter stunned for a while, and then he laughed, "A very sharp point of view, and very accurate!"

"The problem has never been with us."

He knew what Lanse was talking about, and could also understand that a gang had grown to the point of controlling a state, and was even invading Indeno State; Lanse had people behind him.

He had read some materials, which mentioned that Lanse had a relatively close relationship with Senator Cleveland, and at the same time, he also cooperated with the Department of Defense and the military.

It was easy to know whose part he was.

The military and the Department of Defense didn't need to support a gang at all; if they wanted to control any place, they only needed to build a military base there.

Soldiers were much more useful than these gangs, so Lanse was not a person of the military or some people in the Department of Defense.

Then there was only one possibility; he was a person of Senator Cleveland.

Congress and the Labor Alliance had always been at odds; the Labor Alliance had been trying to control power by using their influence over the working class, so there were natural disagreements and conflicts between them.

Lanse said it so clearly this time, just to tell Mr. Walter that if he wanted to persuade Lanse, he had to persuade Congress first.

Mr. Walter stopped after laughing for a while, "Okay, anyway, I tried my best!"

"Then next, it depends on our respective abilities."

Lanse nodded, "I look forward to your performance, Mr. Walter."

Mr. Walter felt a bit regretful, but soon the regret became fighting spirit, "We will meet again."

Lanse agreed with this point of view, "Yes, we will definitely meet again."

Saying this, he stood up, and Mr. Walter also stood up, "Then… that's it for today?"

"Um, see you later."

The two shook hands again, said goodbye in a relaxed and happy atmosphere, and then Lanse took a step first.

Watching Lanse's departing back, Mr. Walter returned to the room and sat on the sofa, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

Actually, he didn't want to clash with Lanse head-on; after all, this was Lanse's territory, and now the situation was special, and they didn't dare to expand the scale of the strike at will.

This made them inherently at a disadvantage.

Now the only way was to cooperate with people from the Freedom Party or the Federal Party, and find a way to throw these problems onto the table, instead of solving them here.

At this time, in the police station, a refugee attacker was brought into the reception room by the police.

"Be honest, I'm watching you outside!", after the police let this refugee attacker sit down, he left here.

According to the constitution and local laws, the police needed to ensure that the prisoner received complete and independent judicial services.

The refugee attacker looked at the lawyer sitting across the table dressed exquisitely and was a bit confused; he didn't remember Carl saying he would hire a lawyer for him, as for his family?

All their family's wealth combined couldn't even make up five dollars.

These lawyers looked very expensive; his family couldn't afford to hire them, and there was no need to hire them.

So his eyes were full of confusion.

After the lawyer waited for the door to close, a professional smile appeared on his face, "You don't need to doubt my identity; I am a lawyer."

"A kind person helped you pay the lawyer fees, so I am here."

"Do you know what you will encounter next?"

He spoke very fast, not giving this refugee attacker any reaction.

The latter was stunned for a moment and then answered subconsciously, "I'm not very clear; should I be deported home?"

The lawyer nodded, "Yes, what else did the person who organized you tell you?"

The refugee attacker suddenly became alert, "No one organized us; I couldn't stand them trying to destroy my stable work and income."

"If I lost the work in my hands, my family and I wouldn't be able to fill our stomachs; we would starve to death, or freeze to death in winter."

"I hate them to death, so when I saw others take action, I took action."

The lawyer laughed out loud, "The two people before also said the same thing; you even have the same rhetoric, and you still say no one organized you?"

He saw the refugee attacker preparing to emphasize these points again, and he raised his hand to interrupt him, "Listen to me first."

"Are you literate?"

The refugee attacker nodded, "I know a little, but not all."

The lawyer gave up the intention of giving him the materials to read and read them out directly, "This conflict event caused a total of about 11 parade demonstrators to die, more than 200 people seriously injured, and more than 500 people slightly injured."

"In the last 20 years, this is one of the rare conflict events with serious consequences that can be counted."

"Do you know what this represents?"

The refugee attacker shook his head, "I don't know, sir; that's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

The expression on the lawyer's face became full of pity, "This represents that you, you all, are very likely to pay the price for these people."

"Someone might be sent to the electric chair, and other people, for example, you, you all, are very likely to go to jail."

"Five years, ten years, or more, I'm not very sure, but five years is the starting point."

"Do you think going to jail is the end?"

"No, it won't end."

"After you finish going to jail and come out, the Immigration Bureau will put you on a ship and let you return to Slader."

"And it will be the Slader government arranging for people to welcome you!"

"I don't know what benefits they promised you; maybe a little money?"

"Or is it providing you with legal identity, or providing legal work?"

"But I believe what they give you is absolutely not worth at least five years of prison and deportation."

"If you are because of money, or want to stay here, obtain federal citizenship, they are not your only collaborators."

"We are too!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 853 =====