Chapter 930: Gift Box and Aid

Sometimes the simplest way to make someone listen is not to threaten them or beat them up.

If you threaten them, they may not necessarily be afraid.

If you beat them up, you might provoke their rebellious heart.

Then the best way is to "finish off" someone else in front of them.

The image of Ronnie lying in a pool of blood spread quickly through word of mouth, and by the afternoon, the factory had returned to calm, with people sitting at their workstations, rolling cigars diligently.

Even if they couldn't roll that many, it didn't matter; anyway, at the end of the month, wages would be settled according to how many they made, and those whose production capacity couldn't keep up would be fired.

"They are all cheap bones!"

The manager stood in the corner, nodding and bowing to report the work in the factory to Lanse, Lanse glanced at him sideways, "But these cheap bones have made you very passive these few days."

Looking at the manager's already changing expression, Lanse withdrew his gaze, his gaze falling on the packaging box in front of him.

A cigar packaging box.

It looks like a very exquisite box, with two lions with a red copper texture in the middle of the box, stamping relief process, transported from the Federation.

The box is about a foot long and half a foot wide, and the workmanship is very exquisite, looking like it's not a low-end product.

He opened this cigar box, revealing six aluminum tubes inside.

The aluminum tubes are printed with a black double-lion logo, and a serial number that others can't understand is printed below.

Lanse knows very well how to make some commodities look more high-end, so he made a "three-in-one."

The number on the packaging box, the number on the card inside the box, and the number on the cigar tube, connected together, can verify the authenticity through the calculation method on the instruction manual.

Actually, most people won't do this; who the fuck looks at whether it's real when eating cigars.

Sometimes for some brands of cigars, fake ones are better to eat than real ones!

He took out one, poured the cigar out, and it looked very good in shape.

"Is the wrapper made by a separate worker?" He observed carefully for a while and asked.

The manager nodded repeatedly, "Yes, according to what you said last time, all cigar cores and cigar sleeves are one step, and finally rolling the wrapper is one step."

Lanse nodded, which can also be considered a process of the assembly line.

The cigar core and cigar sleeve are relatively less skilled, because the semi-finished products composed of cigar cores and cigar sleeves have a shaping process.

Even if it's not done particularly well, it will be shaped very well during the shaping process.

Rolling the wrapper is particularly important.

It's not that there are no machines that can complete this work, there are, but machines never do as well as handmade ones, which might be one of the reasons why this industry insists on handmade most of the time.

Lanse cut off the cigar cap, lit it, took a puff, felt it, and then slowly exhaled.

These tobaccos were bought from other tobacco merchants, and they were already finished aging, and then made after some training.

In order to reflect its relationship with Gold Lion Liquor Industry, Lanse asked the expert in charge of blending to make it have a little tail taste of Gold Lion Whiskey when smoked.

It will be released slowly, and when it reaches the middle, the taste of whiskey will become stronger.

But this is just the lowest-level copper lion cigar; judging from the current quality, it is a pass, and Lanse feels it is not bad.

He nodded, took another puff, felt it again, "Bring our whiskey."

The manager immediately brought a bottle of Gold Lion Whiskey; these Gold Lion-level whiskeys have been aged for two years, and logically speaking, the flavor is still somewhat lacking.

But Lanse added some technology to it, helping it stabilize the style and complex taste faster.

From the perspective of drinking alone, it is actually not much different from those three-year, five-year whiskeys.

The "fire" of the freshly cooked pot has completely dissipated, leaving only mellow.

While smoking cigars, while trying to drink whiskey, various tastes constantly blend, change, and constantly bring some new experiences in the mouth!

Especially after drinking or smoking and exhaling, the residual tastes on the oral mucosa are complex and positive.

Hiram also tried it, "Feels not bad."

Lanse nodded and affirmed his statement, "How much do you think this box of six cigars should sell for?"

Hiram shook his head; he didn't know much about this, "Ten dollars?" He said a price he felt was appropriate.

The manager next to him couldn't help but click his tongue, ten dollars?

The cost of these six cigars, if converted into Federal Sol, is at most 20 cents each!

That's still thinking high; in fact, they add up to at most one dollar.

Plus the box and transport and storage costs, personnel wages, etc., it won't exceed one dollar and fifty cents.

Lanse nodded, "This price is very appropriate, nine dollars and ninety cents."

He closed the box; these cigars will not only be sold separately, but also in gift boxes.

Two bottles of whiskey plus a box of cigars, selling for seventy-nine dollars is absolutely like playing.

"Continue production like this, before April, first gather one hundred thousand boxes."

Two months, one hundred thousand boxes, an average of fifty thousand boxes per month.

That is three hundred thousand cigars; calculated by each person producing at least two thousand five hundred per month, it requires one hundred and twenty workers.

But this is just an ideal data; the workers in the factory now are not skilled workers, most workers actually cannot reach this quantity, which is also the reason why some workers made trouble.

Because they have a great possibility of losing this job, and they don't want to lose this job.

Now there are five or six hundred people in the factory, and with their production capacity, it is actually a bit reluctant.

"Mr. Lanse, thirty thousand per month might be a bit reluctant for the current factory."

The manager bit the bullet and took a small step forward, "The workers are not skilled, and we have to consider some defective products and rework situations."

Some cigar cores and cigar sleeves are not made up to standard, and will scatter after molding; these are obviously impossible to take to the final rolling of the wrapper, and they definitely need to be redone.

This situation is actually relatively common in the factory; not everyone is a skilled worker, and many of them have just completed training.

The manager doesn't know what the consequences will be if it's not completed, but he knows that this consequence is definitely not borne by the workers, but by him, the manager.

Lanse shook his head slightly, his heart cooled by half, but soon it rose again, "If there are not enough people, hire people; you can tell the workers that two thousand five hundred is just a statement, not a hard indicator, let them work with peace of mind."

"As long as you work seriously and have been improving, even if you don't meet the conditions, you can stay; anyway, we pay them wages according to the piece-rate system."

Lanse glanced at the cigar that had gone out; it was already in an extinguished state just by talking.

Actually, at this time, taking a few more puffs can reignite, but he has no interest in this kind of cheap cigar.

Then he talked about the factory management, "Just now you said the workers are all cheap bones..."

The manager's waist, which was already bent, became more bent, and his face was full of dog-leg textbook-like pleasing expressions.

"Since you know they are all cheap bones, you have to show an attitude toward dealing with cheap bones."

"I am not very familiar with Lapa people, but I don't like lazy workers."

"The value of workers lies in their work; if they are not willing to work, or are always lazy, they have no value."

"Our factory doesn't raise people who have no value."

"When you should use a whip, use a whip, when you should use a stick, use a stick...", he paused, "How much compensation do you have to pay if someone is beaten to death here?" The manager already had some sweat on his face, "Two or three thousand Para... that is three hundred to four hundred Federal Sol, Mr. Lanse."

"So little?", Lanse was a bit surprised, but soon felt it was actually very reasonable, because this is Lapa, a place where human life is worthless.

Before, the Casia family, one of the five major families in Jincheng, found gunmen from Yalan, and they were able to sell their lives for the Casia family for three or five hundred dollars.

Then these ordinary people without "special skills," their lives are obviously even less valuable.

"Then beat them hard, don't be afraid of beating people to death, we will compensate according to the price if they are beaten to death."

"You don't need to have any psychological burden, morality cannot fill your stomach, but this job can."

His hand touched the armrest up and down, "I hope the next time I come here is because you can bring me some good news, instead of telling me that you encountered similar trouble again, do you understand?"

The manager's waist bent more, "Yes, yes, I understand, Mr. Lanse."

Lanse was very satisfied, which is why some Federalists like to go to poor places.

Those Federalists are only in the lower-middle class of society in the Federation, and the difference between them and waste is that they don't need to be sent to the waste station.

But when they go to those poor and backward places, they can become people above people.

In Lapa, if a person can earn ten dollars a month, they are already a high-income group in people's mouths, and most people only have an income of four or five Federal Sol a month.

Then people from the Federation, even if they are just at the bottom, will be proper tycoons once they arrive here.

Like those who entrusted their work cards to Lanse in Jincheng, they don't have to do anything, and now they can have an income of more than fifty dollars a month.

If they came to a place like Lapa, life would be too tasteful!

No matter how old they are, how strong the smell on their bodies is, how ugly they are, there are eighteen-year-old beautiful girls who enthusiastically love everything about them!

Lanse said and stood up, "Alright, that's it, tell Rogerf if there are any problems you can't solve."

"Go and handle the police station yourself, tell Rogerf how much money you need..."

The group followed Lanse and left the office, the manager followed closely behind them, until he saw them get into the car.

Finally surviving a disaster, this made the manager breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately after, the caution, flattery, and grievance on his face disappeared, replaced by an aura of not being angry and self-prestige.

The back that was bent like a deformity also straightened up at this moment.

He turned around, stomped his foot, the shiny leather shoes reflected a faint luster in the sun, and he returned to the factory with a majestic expression that only a superior has, this small world that belongs to him at this moment.

Sitting in the car, Hiram moved his shoulders, "I thought you were going to kill a few people."

Lanse's mouth slightly raised, "There will always be people who bump into it, but this matter is not for me to do for the time being, but to let these Lapa people who have defected do it, this is their mission, and also their value."

The motorcade drove slowly on the empty road.

In the whole of Lapa, only the ruling class and the privileged class have cars, and ordinary people, including the middle class, most of them cannot afford cars.

Lapa itself has no heavy industrial foundation and cannot produce cars itself, all of which are imported from the Federation.

After layer-by-layer price increases, wanting to buy a car also requires an indicator.

And this indicator is one of the means used by the ruling class to strengthen rule; there are only ten or twenty, thirty free-to-trade indicators every year.

Owning a car is not just a personal asset problem, but a symbol of social class!

Either made outstanding contributions to the ruling group, or is a "person of one's own" in the ruling group.

It is said that some people, in order to be able to grab an indicator to buy a car, can dedicate everything!

Whether it is their own ass, or their wife, or something else.

Pedestrians on the road also looked at Lanse's super-long motorcade with awe, although they felt strange about these square cars, they didn't look like the luxurious cars with pure gold shells of ministers or the president at all.

But cars are cars after all.

"There is another thing we will do together in a few days."

Lanse gave him a cigarette, "I bought a silver mine and an iron mine in Ma Bei Mountain. There will definitely be some obstacles when receiving them."

Hiram took the cigarette and sniffed it, "It just so happens that my hands are itchy too..."

On the other side, Andy had already received the weapons, firearms, ammunition, and various supplies sent from the country.

What made him feel a bit unbelievable was that Pedro actually took people and appeared in a place not far from Zhuolan, and he received the goods here in person.

When he saw him, Andy's expression was tight, and he felt a burst of discomfort, physiological discomfort.

Especially the smile that Pedro had on his face, which made him feel that he was mocked by a local dog from a poor and backward place!

Andy's face couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, but deep inside, he was richly writing his own script.

He wanted revenge, but wanted a suitable method, a method that wouldn't expose himself.

"Check the goods," Andy said expressionlessly.

Pedro's side had retired soldiers, they walked to the side of the weapon boxes, and lifted the boxes containing the rifles.

Inside were all 1010 bolt-action rifles that had been eliminated, brand new, and the fragrance emitted by the gun oil made the retired soldiers show intoxicated expressions on their faces.

When they were in service, they hadn't used such good weapons, now they joined the anti-government forces, but the equipment was upgraded!

1010 bolt-action rifle is also one of the main export products of the Federation, although the sales in the world are not many, there are quite a few in Lapa, so they are very familiar with starting to test these firearms.

After tossing for a while, several people indicated that these weapons were good and there was no problem, then they checked other things, confirmed that the materials were not missing, and Pedro showed a sincere smile on his face.

"Thank you!" He walked over and wanted to shake hands with Andy, but Andy just looked at him and didn't reach out.

Andy's reaction made Pedro a bit surprised, but he wanted to laugh even more, and laughed out loud, "Thank Mr. Lanse for me."

Andy's expression finally couldn't hang on, "Mr. Lanse asked me to tell you, don't forget your agreement, he has already shown sincerity, and next it depends on you."

Pedro looked at those boxes containing weapons and ammunition, "Let Mr. Lanse rest assured, soon he will be able to hear about our deeds."

He said and had people load these things onto the carriage, in this process, he looked at those square cars and asked, "If I want these cars, what do I need to pay?"

Andy looked back at these cars that obviously had military industrial characteristics, these were armored vehicles, he shook his head slightly, "You have to ask Mr. Lanse about this, the price you need to pay is at least more than the current one."

He had read that report, Lanse mentioned that he could provide military weapons to these anti-government forces, use them to arm them, improve the intensity and severity of their confrontation with the government, and aggravate the contradictions and hatred between the two sides through this method.

But Lanse also mentioned, try to support them with fewer weapons or equipment that can change the war situation, such as artillery, try not to support them as much as possible.

Even if supported, the number of shells is limited, and special people must be arranged to keep an eye on their shell usage.

Avoid the possibility that one day, a shell falls on one's own head.

Armored vehicles, even if they can be given, certainly need to pay more price.

Pedro pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, one lens was broken, looking a bit funny.

He nodded to Andy, then returned to the side of the carriage, and together with others, loaded these things onto the carriage, and then left.

What he wanted wasn't actually that armored vehicle, but a "skin" of the Federalists.

This skin can avoid some trouble for him in many cases, for example, the police will search his carriage, but the police absolutely dare not search any car, any!

The carriage returned to their temporary camp without danger, and when fifty guns and various equipment were taken out, everyone gathered around.

"10 bolt?", other retired soldiers who didn't follow began to shine in their eyes, "This is a good thing!"

They stroked those rifles, just like they stroked the delicate skin of their wives when they got married, greedy, careful, and loving!

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