Chapter 87: Rumors and a new dinner

Jason's death made everyone more united. This is perhaps what is meant by "heavy as..."—what mountain does the Federation have?

Lanse didn't know very well, but it probably meant this.

At 9:00 in the morning, he came to the outside of the Saint Naye Cathedral. Recently, he had gained some fame in the circle of Imperial people. Walking along the way, many people took the initiative to greet him.

And Lanse would also manage this "face" of his. If he wants to achieve higher achievements, he must become a "representative."

People are a multi-functional resource. In the hands of capitalists, people are mines that can never be dug out.

In the hands of politicians, people are artifacts that can switch between the sharpest sword and the hardest shield at any time.

In the hands of different people, they can play different roles, and even be used back and forth. Sometimes people are like condoms—they can still be used after washing, as long as they are not broken!

Now many people haven't realized this point, just like Mr. Qiaobafu. He clearly possesses a very good basic board, but he doesn't know how to use it. This is why he is so soft.

He doesn't understand this point. You treat people as power to look at; the more people, the stronger the power.

But you just treat them as leeks to look at; although there is more money, there is no improvement in power.

If Lanse possesses such a basic board, he will be very hard. Whoever touches him will be melted by his heat and hardness!

Mr. Qiaobafu is also here today, but his mood doesn't look high. He is standing to the side in a daze, as if he has a lot of worries. Lanse greeted him.

If it were before, he might have taken the initiative to walk over and chat with Lanse for a few words, and Lanse would also stop in place and wait for him. This is a kind of etiquette.

But Mr. Qiaobafu at this time also had no desire to chat with Lanse. He had just had dinner with the mayor, and the mayor was also very interested in and supportive of his joining the mayor's team, but some things made him hesitate.

He is recalling and pondering what the mayor said that night, as well as the choices left to him—

"Once the President is re-elected, he will start to let some illegal immigrants become legal citizens, which means they will also have the right to vote."

"Qiaobafu, you have a high position in the hearts of Imperial people. I am very happy that you can see the situation clearly and join our team."

"But you know, everyone on our side has proven their value to us, so what about you?"

"How do you intend to tell others that the team's addition of you will be better than in the past, rather than worse?"

This kind of naked, as if being coerced to express one's stance, made Mr. Qiaobafu very uncomfortable. Even in the Empire, those nobles would at least maintain a superficial decency.

Even if they were extremely greedy for his wealth, they would find a suitable reason to negotiate with him. It is very likely to be some kind of transaction, giving him something and then getting wealth from him, rather than letting him "pay" so directly.

If it were before, he wouldn't pay, but now he can't not pay. There is a big trouble waiting for him on Yase's side. The only thing he can be sure of now is that that batch of wine might not have been stolen by Yase.

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't be able to sit still and would have come to blackmail him long ago. But the more this is the case, the more he has a headache. There are no clues, no evidence, and he doesn't even know who to find trouble with for this matter.

It seems that joining the mayor's team is the last choice, otherwise he will be swallowed by Yase and these people until not even the dregs are left!

But the "fill-in-the-blank question" given by the mayor made him very embarrassed. He must let others see his value before he can enter this team.

Doing too well, he is reluctant; what he is willing to do, these people are not necessarily satisfied. Headache!

Mr. Qiaobafu had no desire to chat with him, and Lanse himself had no thoughts of saying too much to the other party. He went directly to the young man's side.

Jerar ran to his side waving his arms when he saw him, and the young people around also greeted him one after another.

"You established a family 1!", he said with an excited, affirmative tone. "I want to join!"

Lanse didn't react. "Who did you hear it from?"

"Many people are saying so. Aiernio and the others are all following you now." Jerar's eyes were full of worship.

Lanse had been helping him on the boat, otherwise his tight little butt would have suffered, so he had always worshipped Lanse.

Lanse glanced at the distance, where Polton was spinning around several well-dressed Imperial people in the crowd, and turned back to smile. "You have to convince your uncle first."

Jerar didn't care about him. "He only cares about how much money I can give him every month, not what I am doing."

Lanse hadn't asked about this aspect. "I thought your relationship was very harmonious."

He curled his lips. "If you mean that he expects me to give him a little more money at the end of the month, then yes."

"He is a very stingy guy. He always tells me that I am not ruthlessly exploited and oppressed like those illegal immigrants because they signed something to let me have a legal status to work here. I must be grateful to them."

"And they also took me in, letting me not sleep in the bridge hole. These are all things they paid."

"But I know my parents actually already gave him a sum of money."

Lanse hesitated. "If you come over, what will you say to your parents?"

"I am already an adult. I can be the master of my own future!", he looked at Lanse, very firm, without retreating.

Lanse patted his arm. "I will give you an address. After you handle their affairs, come over."

Jerar immediately revealed a smile.

The matter of Lanse establishing a family spread very quickly among the young people. It might have been leaked by someone accidentally, but this had nothing to do with the change in the overall situation.

In fact, he should also establish a new "signboard" instead of continuing to expand his influence as an individual.

One person's power is ultimately limited, but a collective possesses infinite power!

From one aspect, this is actually a good thing.

Lanse told these young people that if they encountered tricky troubles that they couldn't solve, they could come to him, but he couldn't guarantee that he would definitely be able to help them solve them, but he would try his best to do so.

Because everyone is an Imperial person, in this strange country that is hostile to them, they should help each other.

On Sunday morning, Patricia sat in front of the dressing table thinking about how to make herself look better.

Mrs. Lawrence watched from outside the door for two eyes, then went to the study. "Pat is going out again."

Mr. Lawrence, who was reading the newspaper, didn't even lift his head. "Then let her go. She is already a big girl. We can't manipulate her life forever. That is her life!"

Mrs. Lawrence added, "She is putting on makeup. I think she should be going to fall in love."

"Is it still that... what...", Mr. Lawrence recalled, not very sure. "Lan... se, is it?"

"Lanse White, seems to be this name."

Mrs. Lawrence was even more dissatisfied. "You should respect this boy, and also respect your daughter."

Mr. Lawrence knew he was in the wrong because the words he just said would make people misunderstand that his daughter was a slut who changed boyfriends frequently.

He put down the newspaper and raised his hands. "I apologize. I said stupid words I shouldn't have said."

"I want to invite him to be a guest at home, at least let us understand him." This was Mrs. Lawrence's point of view. After all, this was her daughter's first formal love in every sense.

She went to a girls' school before. Those nuns were as strict as robots and had no human touch. They would also use wooden boards to hit the disobedient girls' butts in front of others.

The newspaper said that girls from girls' schools would have more or less psychological problems, and they were also very worried about this.

Mr. Lawrence considered it. "You can try to talk to her, invite Lanse to have dinner, so that they can also come back before dark."

As an old father, he was still worried about his little lamb being stripped clean and eaten.

Mrs. Lawrence had been with him for a lifetime and knew what he was thinking, but didn't poke it, just smiled in a way that made him feel a bit embarrassed. "Trouble you not to look at me when you want to laugh, and you should go talk to your daughter."

A few steps later, she came to the door of her daughter's room and knocked. "Can I come in?"

Patricia, who was putting on makeup, looked back somewhat shyly. "Of course, Mom."

Mrs. Lawrence walked behind her. "Are you going on a date with Lanse?"

The girl didn't deny it. "Your father wants to invite him to have dinner at home."

Patricia suddenly turned around and widened her eyes looking at her. "This is not appropriate!"

Mrs. Lawrence asked, "Why is it not appropriate?"

"Because you haven't confirmed a romantic relationship?"

"Or is it because of other reasons?"

Patricia didn't know how to answer this question. She soothed her daughter's emotions. "I think this is a very suitable opportunity. You know your father and I are very concerned about you, and also very worried about you."

"You have to give us a chance to understand each other. You can't wait until you tell us you are getting married before we can meet him?"

"And it's just a meal. I will let your father not talk nonsense, and I guarantee I won't interfere with your feelings. I swear."

Patricia considered for a good while. "I can't be sure if he will come, but I will talk to him about this."

Mrs. Lawrence picked up a handkerchief and wiped the lipstick off her lips. "He must like your pure look more. This is your biggest advantage. Show it, my proud girl!"

Patricia looked at herself in the mirror, full of youthful breath and purity, and suddenly had a confidence.

Without makeup, she is also the best-looking!

1: Here refers to the street family, which is the lowest organizational form. ===== CHAPTER 88 =====