Chapter 891

The look in Gomez's eyes looking at Lanse was filled with an emotion of "it can't be like this", but after this emotion, there was a sadness of "why would it be like this".

Because he vaguely knew that Lanse was right.

He was too wealthy.

"I have a deep memory of your gold lighter, Gomez."

"My understanding of you far exceeds my understanding of Diego, but even if I don't know him well, I know that in his eyes, the whole country is his personal wealth."

"Including you."

"Do you know why Casia can get his trust, but you can't?"

"The problem is here!"

Lanse's fingers tapped on the table, "Casia is very poor. Even if he became the deputy minister of the Ministry of Commerce and held great power, he is still very poor."

"I heard him say before that he and his family are still squeezed into a small house because he has no money to buy a bigger house."

"So Diego trusts him and believes that he will be a useful tool."

"You raised a group of dogs. You will definitely have the best relationship with the dog that is closest to you and protects your interests everywhere."

"Instead of the one that eats your things."

"Today it can steal your food, perhaps tomorrow, it can bite you. You are not loyal, which is your biggest problem."

Gomez, who heard this, was already sweating profusely. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

He did use his identity, the identity of the Chamber of Commerce president, to make a lot of money.

Everyone is fucking making money. If you don't make money, you are a fool, so he is also making money.

Just wiped the sweat on his face, the handkerchief was wet, he said with some unwillingness, "But I have never damaged Diego's interests."

Lanse had a different view on his statement, "You have never damaged his interests, where did the money in your hands come from?"

The money in Gomez's hands was earned by selling quotas and selling approval slips.

The import price of a bread machine from the Federation is about three dollars, and it will be sold at a price of five dollars. Every cent of the money earned is handed over to Diego.

But bread machines are in short supply. Many people can't buy them even if they want to spend money. So who can buy this batch of bread machines and who can't is up to him.

Some people want to get it in advance, so they will give him some gifts, stuff some money, one or two dollars, and he will sell these bread machines to these people.

Or they imported a batch of fabrics from the Federation. There are also many factories that need fabrics, but they can only satisfy a part each time.

So who can be satisfied and who can't get these materials depends on whether everyone is sincere.

Lanse knows this set of tricks, Gomez also knows, and obviously Diego also knows.

"These... are not the profits of the goods, they are just the benefits they gave me.", his face was slightly pale. He seemed to finally understand why Diego's occasional gaze at him was very unkind.

However, he was still defending himself. He wanted to convince Lanse, but he wanted to convince himself more.

Lanse said softly, "You forgot, the whole country, the mountains, water, people here, even a stone on the side of the road, a blade of wild grass, are all his."

"The money they bribed you with is also his!"

This is how it is in a dictatorial environment. The ruling group takes it for granted that they own everything, including wealth that actually has nothing to do with them.

Gomez is too wealthy. His own food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all imported goods from the Federation. If it weren't for considering being slightly low-key, his motorcade would not be much worse than Diego's motorcade.

He feels that everything he has today is the result of his own efforts, but from a relatively objective point of view, everything he has today is bestowed by Diego.

He put the money that originally belonged to Diego into his own pocket. He made a mistake.

It's just that his sister has not lost favor yet. Once that woman loses favor, she will become a thing of the past together with her younger brother.

Gomez's scalp was already slightly numb. He picked up the handkerchief to wipe away the sweat that was quickly squeezed out of his pores on his head and face. His face was filled with pleading, his back was hunched, his head was lowered, and he called out Lanse's name with a begging voice—

"Mr. Lanse!"

Lanse looked at him with his legs crossed, "Work well for me, for the Federation, these are not troubles."

"I tell you these, just hope you can understand one thing, that is, you actually have no way out."

He paused, "Okay, I'm already very tired today, come over tomorrow morning, let's go everywhere to take a look."

Gomez hurriedly got up to say goodbye. Lanse shook his head, washed up, and fell asleep.

The next morning, early in the morning, Gomez came to the hotel. After Lanse woke up, he came up from the lobby.

Before this, he had been sitting in the lobby. Diego also gave him some tasks last night, asking him to accompany Lanse to turn around.

Lapa's breakfast has a lot of local... characteristics, it should belong to characteristic breakfast.

They use corn tortillas as the staple food, and a lot of flour must have been added inside, otherwise it would not be able to be rolled up just by relying on corn flour.

Then they will put various side dishes, including beef, fish, etc., into the tortillas and roll them up, and eat them with some thick sauce.

Each local "corn tortilla roll" is only the size of a palm. After being rolled up, it is like a small roll cake the thickness of a medium carrot, one bite at a time.

As the highest-level hotel, the service provided here must be the best. Obviously, it is just ordinary people's food, but under the cooking of high-level chefs, it doesn't look low-level at all.

Six cut corn tortilla rolls were placed in six small square dishes, and a corner of the dish was equipped with special sauce.

Whether using hands or a fork, it is very convenient to lift it up, and then wipe the sauce and put it into the mouth.

When the teeth cut the outer skin of the corn tortilla, the food inside mixed with the skin and sauce began to emit their taste, and one could feel the simplest and most direct "surprise" that food brings to people!

Various unique flavors are constantly presented on the taste buds, just like a feast of taste!

Besides this, there is also creamy seafood thick soup for appetizers. Although the bowl is not big, the taste is really great, the milky fragrance is rich, and the seafood taste is full.

Breakfast seems simple and unadorned, but in fact luxury is hidden in it.

When Lanse was eating, Gomez had already come to the side, and Lanse did not let him come over to sit.

If it were his brothers and family, he would definitely not neglect them.

But this is a dog, a dog with some ambition, but also a bit stupid.

No matter how well he performs, people will not dine at the same table as a dog.

Of course, it does not exclude the need for him to change his identity sometimes.

Besides these, there is also a little local vegetable salad, but they don't use the sweet salad dressing of the Federation, but a salty and sweet sauce that is not so thick, which has a unique refreshing flavor.

After Lanse was almost finished eating, and the chef and servants cleaned up the restaurant and left, Lanse stood up.

Gomez immediately gave way to the main road leading to the elevator, standing on the side with a little bit of bowing.

"Let's go around."

Gomez hurriedly walked over to call the elevator for Lanse, and then went down with him.

Lanse's people were already ready, including their cars.

These armored vehicles have not been seen through so far, but even if they are seen through, it doesn't matter. Federal businessmen express concern about Lapa's safety. Driving civilian versions of armored vehicles won't violate any laws, right?!

Today they went to the most prosperous city center of Zhuolan. There are also some appearances of federal commercial centers here, everywhere, brand stores from the Federation, and of course their local brand stores.

The people walking on the streets here are those Lapa people who look well-dressed, at least they are all above the local middle class, and then there are foreigners, and the companions around the foreigners.

The commercial center looks very lively. With the complete opening of the Alliance market, more gold diggers and adventurers will come to this land.

The arrival of the motorcade also aroused the curiosity of many passersby. They really hadn't seen such ugly cars, and curiously looked a few more times.

Today they didn't have police cars to open the way, so people's curiosity was much more than yesterday.

"It seems that the city managers of Zhuolan manage this city very well. Look, there are no homeless people, no beggars, and no poor people on the street."

"This is even better than some cities in the Federation!"

The Federation can't solve the problem of homeless people and beggars, but here, it has been solved.

This must have nothing to do with management ability, but with ruthlessness.

Some people say that the simplest way to deal with homeless people is to find one, eliminate one, and not give these people the soil to survive, then naturally there will be no homeless people.

However, such things are unlikely to happen in the Federation. Those various public opinion organizations can drown the people who put forward this opinion with public opinion.

But in fact, from the effect currently implemented by Lapa, it is actually quite good.

Gomez explained, "This is Zhuolan, and even the most prosperous place in the country, so people who are not well-dressed are not allowed to appear on the streets here."

To enter the city center, at least you must have a decent set of clothes.

A decent set of clothes can become a symbol of class proof. It can only be said that this is really a fucking terrible place.

Cinemas, entertainment equipment, libraries, coffee shops, they enjoy the same life here as in the Federation.

However, when the motorcade left the city center, it was a terrible environment.

Although there is no mountain of garbage on the side of the road, various shanties are densely packed and can't see the end at a glance. People who are thin to the bone are sitting or lying on the side of the road.

Some children are wearing shorts and barefoot chasing and fighting on the side of the street. The places they run through will raise a burst of dust.

The word poverty is displayed in front of people in a particularly conspicuous way.

"What do they rely on for a living usually?", Lanse asked.

Gomez shrugged, "If the women in the family are beautiful, they can sell their bodies. The cheapest is only three to five Para. Young, healthy, beautiful, the price will be a little higher, mostly around ten dollars. Only those who are particularly young, particularly beautiful, and have particularly good figures are qualified to sell more."

Less than a dollar, more accurately, the cheapest is only seven or eight cents, and a slightly better one takes about ten cents, federal Sol, it is indeed very cheap.

No wonder the whole Xiang Yalan is called "a man's paradise". Here, even the homeless in the Federation can live a good life with meat in every meal.

"Men either hunt, reclaim wasteland to grow crops, or pull carts, do short-term work."

Lapa's middle class is actually not many in the whole society, but when they are all concentrated in the city of Zhuolan, they become a not small group.

The middle class can't walk on the street by themselves. They can't afford to buy cars, but they can afford to take human carts.

It is also a dollar, two dollars, earning ten dollars a day, converted into federal Sol is twenty cents, which is already a good result of luck.

More is only earning three or five dollars a day.

Although there are many middle classes, compared with the huge social underclass, they are ultimately only a minority.

And then there is entering the factory. The money given in the factory is slightly more, five dollars or six dollars, and only heavy physical labor is possible to have seven or eight dollars or even ten dollars.

One month, earning three hundred dollars, converted into federal Sol is less than five dollars.

However, they can also live on.

After turning around in the place outside the city center, Lanse had a question, "For so many years, has no one thought about overthrowing Lapa's ruling group?"

"People's uprising, or some ambitious people."

Gomez nodded, "There have been, but they can't make any waves. The army is controlled in the hands of Diego and them. Even if someone is dissatisfied with their rule, what can they do?"

"They can't even get a pistol, how can they overthrow an army equipped with modern weapons?"

"So now no one will think about overthrowing Diego and their rule. Compared with doing these irrational things, these people are more likely to find a way to go to Jiede."

"The opportunities in Jiede are greater, and the society is much better than ours. Ordinary people can also live very well."

Lanse roughly understood, and then they began to investigate the Xiang Yalan market like normal investment businessmen.

At the same time, Lanse's film company is actively shooting some very "short" films.

The total length of these films is only about twenty minutes, more like the narrative structure before the technological revolution of sound films, ten minutes, twenty minutes, only telling a fragment.

Since the existence of sound films, the length of films has been constantly increasing, because the addition of language and sound can make the story more immersive.

Screenwriters, directors, and actors can express a story completely, rather than like in the past, only expressing a fragment, a story without a head or tail.

These films, Lanse named "Awakening of Destiny", have no more specific names, more like story fragments unrelated to a theme.

Although they don't know why Lanse wants to shoot such films and scripts, the company still gave enough respect. They are all directors and actors with a little fame.

Gerald also took the initiative to participate.

He plays an underclass farmer who has no land of his own and works for the masters.

This role is a challenge for the handsome Gerald. He no longer plays roles that show off, or roles that allow him to act cool and handsome like before.

He needs to express the things at the very bottom of society. He actually doesn't have life experience in this regard.

Whether in the Federation or in the Empire, you must know that he is the only person on Lanse's boat who entered the Federation with a legal identity.

So he has nothing to do with the social underclass.

However, fortunately, he still has a little talent in acting. After some observation of the social underclass, he has already found that feeling.

Non-resistance to fate, numbness, and humbleness.

The director and photographer both said he performed well, successfully expressing the cowardly underclass image that is afraid of trouble.

This scene is the climax of this short story.

Under the ruthless exploitation and oppression of the master, he can't even support his family, and the masters still want to continue to exploit their labor, whip them, and let them continue to work to create value!

Feeling anger from his heart, he began to awaken, and resolutely made a decision that went against his ancestors!

He wants to resist!

He wants to snatch the master's whip, and then use this whip that has imposed pain on himself countless times to whip the masters who held the whip before!

A very venting fragment, he also performed very happily, and the depressed air in his heart because of entering the role was also vented by him.

After the director shouted "Cut", he also slowly walked out of the role.

"Performed with great tension, Gerald, if they saw your performance, they would definitely not say that you are just good-looking anymore!"

The director praised him sadly, because he did perform very well.

Gerald smiled, "The teachers taught well."

During the break, he picked up the script again and looked at the next scene.

The plot of the next scene is very simple. He thought he had committed a great crime and fled in a daze, only to find that the whole world is like this.

Those high-ranking masters never treat them as people, but treat them as mines.

When they can shovel, they shovel hard, jump up and shovel, and if they shovel broken, it's nothing more than changing to another mine.

He met some like-minded friends, friends who couldn't survive because of exploitation and oppression. They all recognized a reality!

This terrible, cruel, backward bad society no longer has the soil for good people to survive.

These people who are unwilling to sink and extinguish themselves in despair want to stand up and fight against these bad forces!

He subconsciously read the last line of dialogue, and a force emerged from his body, making him full of passion and indignation!

"If happiness is bestowed upon us by God, then God must be blind, because those bad people live much better than us."

"Happiness is not given to us by anyone, it is fought for by ourselves, with our own hands, with our own determination, and with this life!"

"No pain, no gain."

"Without sacrifice, we can't welcome the morning sun!"

(End of this chapter)