Chapter 980: Conversation and Conversation

Regarding dealing with Christopher, Lanse still decided to talk to Francisco about it.

After all, Alberto was his "brother" or "uncle" to Francisco, and also more like half a father.

After all, in the time since Paul died, it was Alberto who had been protecting Francisco, allowing him to successfully inherit everything of Paul's, although it was a broken, incomplete family, but at least he hadn't been harmed by others.

Thinking of this, he walked to the desk, picked up the phone, and called Francisco.

The Pasreto family that Francisco controlled was still recovering its vitality, because the Christopher matter had dealt a huge blow to the Pasreto family's reputation.

Now they wanted to recruit some newcomers from the main island or Sumuli people outside, which wasn't that easy.

Joining a gang, in the eyes of the Sumuli people, wasn't a wrong thing, so if they wanted to join, they would definitely join a good one, at least not one that was that bad.

After all, joining the Pasreto family meant being against the four major families of Sumuli Island, and at the same time, the current Pasreto family wasn't the "one of the five major families of Jincheng" as before. They had already fallen.

After the glory dissipated, those willing to join them at this time were ultimately few.

So although Francisco had many ambitions he wanted to realize, in the end, he could only take it slow.

He was a bit happy to receive Lanse's call. As the boss of the family, he didn't have a way to interact too often with those uncles and aunts, and for his own brothers and sisters, the probability of interaction was also low.

He didn't even have a few friends he could talk to now, which made him feel lonely.

The lonelier he was, the more he missed Alberto, this guy who was like a father and also like a close friend.

Of course, Lanse was also his friend, but after all, Lanse's status was too high now. He had to consider whether taking the initiative to call would affect Lanse's work or something.

"Why do you have time to call me?"

"Is there anything you need me for?"

His tone didn't have any probing or anything; it was pure happiness, and indeed wanting to help, if Lanse needed it.

Lanse smiled and explained the reason for not contacting him during this time, then talked about Christopher.

"My people in South Yaan State said they saw Christopher, but we haven't heard about Christopher being active in the Federation now. I'm worried if they saw wrong."

"So I hope you can send a few people who are very familiar with Christopher over, preferably the kind who can recognize him even from the side or even the back, without seeing his face."

"If what they see is Christopher, after I finish the things in my hand, I will make him pay the price."

Hearing these words from Lanse, Francisco was stunned. There was no focus in his eyes, as if he could see someone far away in South Yaan State.

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses. "Mr. Lanse, is what you said true?"

"Christopher... is he in South Yaan State now?"

Christopher, to him and to the entire Pasreto family, was absolutely a huge stain, a trace that must be erased.

He didn't just kill Alberto; he also killed Paul, which was the most unforgivable thing.

It could be said that for Francisco, the two most important people in his life,

his father and Alberto, both died at Christopher's hands.

How could he not hate this bastard?

Lanse heard the tremor and excitement in his voice. He quickly comforted him. "Calm down, Cisco."

"This matter should wait until I finish the things in my hand. I will do it, rather than you taking risks to do some stupid things."

"Neither Paul nor Alberto would want to see you take risks. Do you understand what I mean?"

"If Christopher is really in South Yaan State now, then it means he is selling the liquor in their hands to the four major families on Sumuli Island."

"Behind him is not just himself, or his small group, but the four major families on Sumuli Island."

"On the issue of dealing with these people, we must maintain a cautious attitude at all times."

"I don't want to wait until I finish the work in my hand, and not only have to avenge Paul and Alberto, but also have to avenge you. Do you understand what I mean?"

Perhaps Lanse's persuasion played a certain role. Francisco calmed down quickly. He pursed his lips, his breathing a bit quick. "Yes, Mr. Lanse, I know."

Lanse said "Hmm," then started chatting about some relaxing things, easing his nervous mood.

"I heard you have a girlfriend, is that right?"

At this time, Francisco was already twenty years old. Originally, he had a chance to go to college.

His academic performance was very good. Paul always talked about Francisco's grades when chatting with others, and would proudly show off to others that the Pasreto family would produce a college student.

But all of this came to a stop on the night he was murdered.

Francisco had already dropped out of school. Now that he had inherited the Pasreto family, he was also busy dealing with things in the family.

College for him was already an unreachable dream.

Of course, and school, and everything related to school, also included his girlfriend.

Lanse's question made him a bit embarrassed, but he still decided to tell the truth. "Yes, I met a girl, and we get along quite well."

His voice was filled with sweetness that anyone could hear. Lanse asked with a smile, "Have you learned about her family situation?"

"Also, does she know about your situation?"

"The fact that you are the boss of the Pasreto family now, and what the Pasreto family does."

"Yes, I have already told her, and she can accept these."

"And we are considering marriage."

In the Federation, one could have children at sixteen, marry at eighteen, and drink at twenty—this was the law before Prohibition.

Of course, now it's just that one can't drink, but the matter of having children and marriage hasn't changed much.

"Then I want to congratulate you!"

"Listen, if you plan to get married, you should pay more attention to your safety, understand?"

"When I return to Jincheng, we can meet, and by the way, send you some small gifts."

Soon they hung up the phone. Lanse turned to look at Erwin. "In a few days, Francisco will arrange for a few people to come over. When the time comes, insert them into our people, and let them go to South Yaan State together to see."

"When necessary, let them disguise themselves as gangs stocking up. Aren't they selling brandy in large quantities?"

Erwin nodded and said, "Yes, they mainly sell brandy, and also sell some whiskey, but the quantity is not large."

"The competition intensity in the local area is not high, and their whiskey sales over there are also okay."

Lanse continued, "Hmm, that's it. Let people pretend to be buyers, want to talk about big business with them, and see if they can meet their boss."

"If it really is Christopher, don't alarm them. Spend money where it should be spent. Anyway, after these liquors get into our hands, they can still be handled."

"If spending a little money can determine if it's Christopher, I think it's acceptable."

He said, taking out the document from his handbag, the one Mayor Wei De gave him, and handed it to Erwin. "These people are a threat to Wei De's election. Handle them."

Erwin looked at the files of those three people, then nodded and agreed. "I will handle them as quickly as possible."

Now such small things didn't need Lanse to run a trip himself, and he didn't repeatedly urge Erwin. Such things, to Erwin, were just a small matter.

After talking about public and private matters, Lanse got up to say goodbye. He still had to go back to Jincheng because Mo Lisi was getting married.

Of course, Erwin wouldn't go back until two days later.

The one marrying Mo Lisi was the little nurse who had been taking care of him. Before, Ennio was worried that this woman was with Mo Lisi for money.

As one of the "original shareholders," Mo Lisi now also had a net worth of over ten million. In this era of the Federation, he had already surpassed many capitalists.

This is the charm of crime—apart from finance, there is no other business whose money-making speed can be faster than crime.

Every day for these people is a process of their wealth expanding.

Perhaps at first they would care about how much wealth they have now, but as this kind of thing gradually becomes daily, they are not that concerned about this matter.

They can not care, but their families, their relatives and friends who have good relationships with them, will still be very concerned.

Mo Lisi might also know about this. Lanse heard from Ennio that he seemed to have talked to Mo Lisi about this, but Mo Lisi ignored him.

In Ennio's words, Mo Lisi might have "fallen into the trap of love" and couldn't extricate himself.

However, from Lanse's perspective, it doesn't matter if that girl is for money, as long as Mo Lisi likes her.

The rarest thing in this world is that money can't buy what I like. If she likes money and Mo Lisi likes her, isn't this just a complete closed loop?

In the morning, at the Jincheng station, a train stopped slowly at the platform. Passengers came out laughing, but soon the smiles on their faces froze.

They looked uneasily at the people on the platform, then quickened their pace and left here quickly.

A large number of Lanse family members gathered here, although they didn't do anything, just standing together in groups of three or five, smoking and chatting.

But even so, it gave the passengers who got off the train great psychological pressure. These people wore unified clothing, and the pressure they brought was very strong.

Especially since some passengers knew these people were members of the Lanse family, they pulled the guests walking with them and left quickly.

With the arrival of the second train, these people suddenly became active. They leaned toward the second train.

Accompanied by the train opening the pressure relief valve, steam leaked out with a long "hiss," and the platform was covered by thick steam for a short time, but it was soon blown away by the wind.

A shiny leather shoe stepped out of the carriage door, followed by straight trousers, and Lanse.

Smiles immediately appeared on people's faces. Lanse hugged Mero who came to welcome him, and then others.

"Actually, there's no need to be so grand. This makes me a bit unaccustomed."

"Too exaggerated."

Yes, too exaggerated. If people didn't know, they would think these people were welcoming the president.

Lanse's words made everyone laugh. Mero laughed and said, "I don't think it's exaggerated at all. To use the words of those old fogies, it's the King of Jincheng, back."

Others let out kind laughter. Lanse greeted those combat team leaders. Some were ones he didn't know, who should have been promoted recently.

Because Erwin was still "working" over there, there would still be some members reaching the promotion standard, from ordinary members to combat team leaders.

But there were no new candidates for cadres. The selection of cadres must be nodded and agreed by Lanse.

These newly promoted combat team leaders showed excited expressions when facing Lanse. For them, and even for the gang members in this city, Lanse is a myth, an achiever of the "Federation Dream" in the ideals of all people at the bottom of society.

Regardless of what he does, anyway, he did the best, this is the Federation Dream!

Accompanied by the motorcade leaving, the station that was just a bit "lively" suddenly became deserted.

Back in the office, Lanse sat in that wide chair, patted the fleshy armrest with his hand, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's still comfortable at home."

Mero laughed on the side. "Should be able to come back soon, right?"

Lanse nodded and said, "Yes, at the latest by the first half of next year. Some things have been done almost, and the rest is a matter of time."

There will be no possibility of any changes on Diego's side. Although Lanse is back, he has people keeping an eye on Diego. If Diego dares to mess around, then he doesn't mind giving Lapa a new president.

Of course, Diego definitely won't mess around. After all, he doesn't want to die yet; he still wants to live.

This is the most terrifying part, like a pipe that can only move forward and cannot turn or retreat. The moment people drill in, apart from constantly moving forward according to the trajectory of this pipe, they can't do anything else.

Even if there is nothing chasing them behind, because they can't see behind, they will only move forward in terror.

Lanse didn't talk about this in too much detail, because the things in Lapa and the things here were still a bit far away.

Everyone chatted about some things that happened in Jincheng recently, and of course, they finally talked about Mo Lisi.

Mosli scratched his head. He had never been a person who liked to show off, standing on the edge of the crowd.

Hearing Lanse's call, he had to walk out from the edge of the crowd and came to a place not far from Lanse.

"When are you getting married?"

"This weekend."

Lanse nodded. "This is a good thing, Mo Lisi. When do you plan to have a child?"

Mo Lisi was a bit shy. "We didn't take protective measures. If she can get pregnant, then we will keep it."

This made everyone couldn't help but start to boo. Apart from Lanse, none of the others among them were married or had children or anything.

For this group of young people, they were only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and the young ones were only around twenty.

If they were children born to ordinary families, then they might already be fathers of one or two children.

But they were not that kind of ordinary people. They were gang members, cadres of the Lanse family. They had already left this environment and class of ordinary people.

Late marriage and late childbearing were the most normal expressions of these people.

Thirty years old, maybe forty years old, there were those who got married, which was not strange.

Wealth played a huge role in them, making them almost unable to feel that they were growing up and getting old.

They didn't need to worry about money, didn't need to work, didn't need to be exposed to the sun in the scorching sun, and engaged in hard physical labor.

They could stay in the room for more time, enjoy their own life and fun, and do anything they wanted to do.

So their mental state would be obviously slower than others in the process of growing up. Maybe they still felt they were just a big guy, or even that they were just a child, not an adult who should get married, have children, and fulfill basic social responsibilities!

Watching everyone booing, Mo Lisi couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know why, but I just feel that when it's time to get married, I should get married, that's all."

"And my situation is very special. I went to the hospital a while ago, and the doctor told me that my situation is recovering well, but he can't promise me how long I can hold on."

He raised his hand and pressed it on his chest when he spoke, as if feeling his physical condition.

That attack left him seriously injured, and being able to be rescued had to thank his father's sacrifice.

But even so, the doctor made a simple judgment on Mo Lisi, believing that his limit was very likely in his forties.

Because the injuries were too heavy. Although he looked like he was recovering well now, that was because he was still young.

When he got older, the problems left by these injuries would break out.

Mo Lisi obviously also knew these situations. "I want to leave something in this world before I leave this world, at least let God and this world know that I have been here!"

These words were clearly filled with thick pessimism, but everyone didn't know what to say. Ennio walked over and hugged his shoulder, bringing him some comfort.

After about a few seconds, Lanse said, "You don't have to be so pessimistic. Science is progressing, and medical science is too."

"In the past, a Black Death could make the world fall into despair, and a strange infectious disease could make people feel like the end of the world, but look at the world now."

"Those incurable diseases that were once considered impossible to be cured are now forgotten by people."

"Your problem, from the perspective of medical development, is not a problem at all."

"A person is like a machine, it's just that some things on you are broken."

"If the parts in the machine are broken, we change the parts."

"And if the organs in your body are broken, we change the organs."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 981 =====