Shadow Empire

Chapter 102 Different angles lead to different attitudes
Mr. White looked at Lance and didn't know how to address him. Lance took the initiative to help him solve this dilemma, "Just call me Lance."

He walked into the yard and took out a cigarette. "Want one?"

Mr. White looked at the exquisite packaging and nodded, "Of course..." He looked at Lance with some caution, "Lance?"

Lance has no like or dislike for Mr. White. If we quantify his favorability, he would get a passing score.

Because Mr. White agreed with Lance's operation of taking advantage of a loophole to obtain federal citizenship, not everyone can accept someone replacing their child's identity and living in this world.

For some people who are particularly sentimental, this is totally unacceptable, even if they are not rich!
Because once they do this, it means that the children who may still be alive are completely dead in their cognition, which is hard to accept.

Without seeing the child's body, most parents will not and are unwilling to admit that their child is dead.

They believe that their children are just living somewhere else, while they are still living in the same world.

So Mr. White got at least a passing grade.

"Yes, that's good." He walked over to Mr. White, took out two of them himself, and gave him the rest. "Officer Braden said you were looking for me."

Mr. White took the cigarette and took out one, then put the rest in his pocket. "I don't have your contact information. I can only ask Officer Braden to contact you."

Lance patted his head and said, "I forgot about this. Do you have any paper and pen?"

"Have."

Lance wrote down a phone number for him, because they were about to move to a new house, so the previous phone number would no longer be used. He also left him the phone numbers of both companies.

"Sometimes you can't contact me, you can ask them to tell me and I'll know."

"So...you..." He looked at Mr. White and motioned for him to tell him the purpose of looking for him.

It took Mr. White a while to respond. “I’m a little embarrassed to say this, but I want to borrow some money, Lance.”

"Borrow some money?"

Mr. White looked back at the dark window. "My wife is sick and I need to see a doctor for her."

Lance didn't ask if the previous two hundred dollars had been used up, but only inquired about Mrs. White's situation, "What's wrong with her?"

Mr. White looked calm. "She missed her step when she went to the basement and fell down. She suffered multiple fractures and is dying."

"I have almost used up all the money you gave me before, and the doctor told me that if I can't pay the rest, they might stop the treatment."

Lance was confused, "Don't you have insurance?"

Mr. White shook his head slightly, "She didn't."

It was indeed a troublesome matter. "She is in the hospital now?"

"How much do you need?" Lance walked towards the back of the house while smoking a cigarette. This was the front facing the street. The sun now was not as strong as in the past two months.

But it was still a bit hot and uncomfortable under the sun. There was a small forest with many low shrubs behind the yard, and it was much cooler under the shade.

What Lance found a little strange was that the grass and bushes in the front yard were neatly trimmed, but the backyard looked a little messy.

There were a lot of fallen leaves on the ground, some of which had even started to rot, and no one was cleaning up the place.

Fortunately, the grass here is not lush, otherwise there would be no place to step.

The cool air coming from the shade of the trees made him feel comfortable, even though he hadn't walked over yet.

"Wait!" Mr. White suddenly shouted as he watched Lance walk towards the backyard. Lance stopped and turned to look at him strangely. He was stunned for a moment, "I mean we can go in and sit down and talk."

Lance also took a look at the dark house and frowned slightly. He stood on the side and did not leave there. There was also a little shade here.

"No, I have something else to do later. Just tell me how much money you need."

"About three hundred dollars. Sorry, I'll give it back to you."

Lance took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, "Listen, Mr. White, I will have someone go to the hospital to visit Mrs. White. This money is used for Mrs. White's treatment."

"If you lie to me, you'll get in trouble. I hate being scammed or blackmailed. Do you understand me?"

Mr. White looked a little scared and nodded, "Of course, I promise."

Lance stared into his eyes for a while, signed a check for three hundred and fifty dollars, and handed it over. "Use the rest to make some delicious food for Mrs. White, such as fruits and beef. Tell her that I will visit her when I stop what I am doing."

Despite Mr. White's many thanks, Lance returned to the car.

He looked at Mr. White's back as he walked into the room, feeling vaguely that something was strange.

A shadow flashed by the window on the second floor. When Lance looked again, there was nothing. He rubbed his eyes, perhaps because the sun was too strong and he was dazzled.

He didn't take the matter seriously and asked Morris to go and see if Mr. White was lying.

If he lied and intended to use his identity to blackmail him, then experts would continue to wonder why the water level of Angel Lake continued to rise this year. After a simple lunch at the company, he called Sean over and asked them to write a notice at the entrance of the company, which roughly meant that illegal immigrant workers registered with Wanli Labor Agency must wear uniforms.

Of course, this uniform is free, but only for the first set.

If they lost their clothes, they had to buy a new set of clothes to work, and the price was one dollar per set.

The price is not expensive, but it is definitely not cheap either. Compared to the clothes stolen from somewhere in the alleys in front of the port area, which only cost 20 or 30 yuan each, one yuan a set is indeed not cheap.

There, you can buy at least three pieces of clothing for one dollar!
But considering that one set will be given away for free, some people who just saw the news are still very happy. This measure will be implemented from mid-November.

Lance briefly shared his thoughts with the others, and given their blind trust in Lance, they all thought there was nothing wrong with it.

After lunch and a short nap, Lance came to Mr. Jobaf's office at around two o'clock in the afternoon.

When I saw the old man this time, he looked even more haggard.

Although he looks no different from the past, one can feel that he has become more decadent and a little... decadent.

"Lance, please sit down." Mr. Jobaf used the word "please" and looked at his assistant. "Pour us some wine."

The assistant went to the bar, and Lance sat on the sofa, across from Mr. Jobaf, "You don't look well, did anything bad happen?"

Mr. Jobaf sighed heavily, "It's more than just bad."

The assistant came over with two glasses of wine. They both said "thank you". Mr. Jobaf took a sip and said, "I'm in big trouble. I may lose a lot of money because of this."

"In fact, money is a small matter. What really hit me was the attitude of the federal people."

"I don't know who to trust, or who can help me. After thinking about it, I finally thought of you."

He looked at Lance, who kept a reserved smile, "If even a big shot like you can't solve it, then a small shot like me is even less likely to be able to do anything."

Mr. Jobaf said nothing, took another sip of wine, and said, "Let me tell you about my trouble first."

"Please say."

He briefly explained what happened. "The rainstorm was so severe that they were only delayed for a while on the road, and the wine was shipped away."

"Lance, including you, only four people know about this. I hope..."

Lance immediately assured, "No one else will know." His eyes were shining with a divine light. He didn't expect that the batch of wine belonged to Arthur and was mortgaged to Mr. Jobaf.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, but it was not a good idea to laugh at this time, so he could only hold it in. "So your problem now is that they want this batch of wine, but you can't get it out?"

Mr. Jobaf nodded vigorously, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then looked at his assistant, "Give me another glass."

The assistant hesitated, "This is your fourth cup this afternoon."

"Go pour it for me." He emphasized his tone rarely. The people of the Empire were particularly particular about manners. Perhaps this was where he lost to the Federals - the Federals were more shameless.

The assistant had no choice but to pour him a little more, but it was only a little, not much.

Lance leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, thinking. No one urged him, but it was obvious that Mr. Jobaf was becoming increasingly disappointed as time went by.

But think about it, how can a young man like Lance solve such a problem?
Just as he was about to say, "Thank you for coming. Although I didn't help, thank you for talking with me for a while. It made me feel better," and end the conversation, Lance suddenly said, "Actually, from my point of view, this matter is very simple to solve."

"Since that batch of wine never existed in the first place, it would be better to just let it continue to disappear."

Mr. Jobaf suddenly perked up a little. “Can you tell me more about it?”

He looked at the smile on Lance's face and subconsciously said, "I will pay you something."

Originally, Lance was going to provide him with this idea for free. After all… he had already received 460,000 yuan, and Mr. Jobaf should have paid the money.

But now that he is offering to give it to him, Lance can't refuse, right?

That would be irrational.

But he didn't ask how much. More is not too much, less is not too little, but Mr. Jobaf would definitely not give less.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Jobaf."

"Since they irresponsibly transferred the empty warehouse to you, then you should also irresponsibly transfer the empty warehouse to them."

Seeing Mr. Jobaf's puzzled look, Lance lowered his voice slightly, "After transferring the ownership, set it on fire..."

"You know, alcohol is flammable, and all you have to pay is some empty bottles."

It took less than two seconds for Mr. Jobaf's eyes to change from confusion to horror.

The assistant also looked at Lance in shock, as if to say, "You must be fucking crazy..."

(End of this chapter)