Shadow Empire

Chapter 103: Resistance will only hurt more and being a socialite
The federation of this era can be said to be the most beautiful era, and everything is developing wildly.

When social rules are not yet fully perfected, when people's courage is not yet restrained by the judiciary, and when desires will crush reason.

Here, now, will be the most beautiful era in the long history of the Federation.

It is better than when the Federation was first established, because complete disorder is not necessarily a good time, and people do not have a good life outside of plundering.

It's an interesting time right now, and everything is going for the best.

Future historians and sociologists will use the term "golden age" to summarize what is happening here and now, and what will happen in the future.

At that time, they would probably describe everything that was happening at that time as "gold everywhere".

Higher incomes, lower unemployment, money for everyone.

Because everything is still in its primitive stage and in the stage of barbaric development.

You can go to the police station with a wad of bills and give five dollars to every policeman you see.

They will not refuse, but will just smile and say "Good morning, sir" or "Good afternoon, sir" to you, then thank you for your generosity and finally put the money in their pockets.

Instead of refusing you to do so and telling you with difficulty that they cannot take your money.

When you are committing a crime and happen to encounter them enforcing the law, they will smile, put away their weapons, and tell you and the other victim that it must all be a misunderstanding!
But this is also the worst time because everything is uncertain. It can be your stepping stone to success or it can be a fast train that sends you to hell.

You never know what you're going to face.

Lance has been following some newspaper reports lately, which say that some federal tycoons were sanctioned for violating the Monopoly Act, but the strange thing is that the more they are sanctioned, the richer these tycoons become and the larger their scale becomes.

Originally, a company monopolized an industry and its market value was only 1 billion.

But now this company has been split into ten companies, each with a market value of 500 million yuan, and the core shareholders are themselves.

In an instant their wealth expanded fivefold, but the federal government and capitalists told the people that the monopoly had disappeared!
However, those foreign capitalists were dismembered and served on the table as delicacies simply because they were unwilling to bring federal people with them when they made their fortunes.

This was the best era for the federal people, as they could trample on the law at will and plunder all the wealth they wanted.

But for people outside the Federation, this is the worst time. If you can't make the Federation feel that you are full of thorns, then they will definitely not mind preparing seasonings and cooking methods for you in advance.

Just like...Mr. Jobaf at this moment.

Lance looked at him. This was not the last time he would be blackmailed. This was just the beginning. And Lance knew very well that Mr. Jobaf could not refuse such blackmail.

His current struggle is essentially meaningless.

Considering that everyone is from the Empire, and with the idea of ​​uniting more Empire people, Lance said softly, "Mr. Jobaf, my personal suggestion is that you talk to the mayor and give him 20,000 yuan in private, and then give Arthur 200,000 yuan to resolve this matter."

"Rather than trying to do it through other means that might be more drastic."

"Maybe my analogy is not appropriate. If you feel offended, please forgive me."

"It's like you are a beautiful young lady who is trapped in an alley with no exit late at night by a group of thugs. They rob you of your belongings and ask you to take off your clothes."

"You feel very embarrassed, so now you are thinking whether to resist. You may think that resisting will make them lose the courage to further violate you."

"But, Mr. Jobaf, sometimes resistance not only fails to achieve this effect, but will make them show an even more brutal side."

"At first they might just want... a little sweetness from you, but because your resistance makes them feel looked down upon, they not only want the sweetness, they also want your life."

Mr. Jobaf looked straight at Lance. This example was really offensive, but it also gave him a feeling that it hit the nail on the head!

That feeling... is so right!

That's it, a group of thugs surrounded him, and now he wanted to resist.

Mr. Jobaf looked at Lance with a strange expression, as if he wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry, which was a little twisted.

"Am I just going to endure their invasion?" When he said this, he suddenly couldn't help laughing. The sound was very light and stopped quickly, but he did laugh.

There was self-mockery, laughter at Lance's exaggerated and humorous metaphors, and also helpless laughter.

The assistant's expression was also a little distorted. It was very impolite to laugh at this time, but... he turned sideways and ignored the warning in Mr. Jobaf's eyes. He shook for a while before turning back.

Lance nodded, "You endured it, and all you lost was a little dignity."

"But if you resist, you may lose everything you have."

"If you are not a rich man, but someone like me, with no burden, then let them come!"

"Until the last moment comes, no one knows whether they violated me or I violated them!"

This is also a very interesting phenomenon. The organized crime groups in the Federation are developing rapidly at this time. The scale of some of these criminal organizations is already very amazing, and their income is not less than those of the big financial groups. But no one has ever troubled them. Instead, they have a closer relationship with them, because every predator knows that these gangs are not easy to deal with.

If they are not careful, they will prick their hands and the poison on the tip of the needle can cause them to lose their lives.

On the contrary, foreign capital that poses no threat and has no thorns is their best target.

Listening to what Lance said, some things that he didn't quite understand in the past suddenly became clear to him. He felt a little more relaxed now. "So it seems that this is the only way I can do?"

Lance thought for a while, and under Mr. Jobaf's expectant gaze, he said softly, "Actually, there is another way, bankruptcy."

"Bankruptcy?"

Lance took out a cigarette, and the assistant quickly took out a fine silver lighter and lit the cigarette for Lance, "Yes, bankruptcy."

"If you are no longer valuable to be plundered, they won't bother you. It's like... when they lift up your hair and plan to commit violence, they find out that you are the ugliest person in the federation."

"That would make them lose all interest in an instant!"

"And you are safe too!"

“Sometimes poverty is not a problem, but a protection for us immigrants.”

“Who would bother with poor immigrants?”

"They don't even have time to hide, and if they are bitten by the immigrants, it will be in vain. Do they have to bite back?"

Mr. Jobaf looked at Lance in amazement, "I've never heard of anyone who can see through the surface so thoroughly and get to the core. You're the first, Lance."

"A method other than obedience and resistance. I am curious why you are so young but have such terrible wisdom?"

Lance took a drag on his cigarette, "Maybe I don't want to be like you."

Mr. Jobaf was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

Lance continued, "Whether you want to anger them, obey them, or let them know that you made them feel bad, you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

"Of course, my personal advice is still the same. If you want to squeeze into the upper class circle of the Federation, you have to learn to be a prostitute first."

"Even if you become a mistress to different people."

"If you want to get something, you must pay for it, Mr. Jobaf. Logically speaking, you should have more experience than me, and you should know better than me that there is no gain without paying for it."

“The more you get, the more you give!”

Mr. Jobaf then smiled bitterly and lit a cigarette. "You did provide a lot of ideas, but it seems that we haven't done anything. I am unwilling to accept this, Lance."

"That was the case during the Empire."

"The nobles oppressed and exploited us, so I had no choice but to come to the Federation. After more than a decade of development, I became successful again, and then the nobles of the Federation started all over again."

"You are right. As long as I don't enter the upper class circle, I will always be just a prostitute to them."

"Use it when you need it, and throw it away when you are done."

He put out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of into the ashtray, then stood up and held out his hand. "Thank you very much for your help. It made me think clearly about a lot of things."

"I decided to give you a gift, I hope you won't refuse it."

Lance showed an appropriate curiosity. He looked at his assistant and said, "Have the lawyer prepare a debt transfer agreement and transfer the debt we picked out earlier to Lance for one dollar."

The assistant was stunned for a moment, but quickly did as he was told.

Mr. Jobaf looked at Lance and said, "I know you may think... this is not a good gift. Of course, I have my own ideas. My funds are very tight right now, and I can't come up with too much money to reward you. These debts may be another way to thank you if you can get them back."

Lance was curious, "How many?"

Mr. Jobaf was silent for a while, then he couldn't help laughing and said, "About half a million."

Lance couldn't help but smack his lips when he heard this. "Mr. Jobaf, even though we are friends, now that I know this number, I want to join them to blackmail you!"

Mr. Jobaf also laughed, "You should have been earlier."

He decided that if he had to be a prostitute, then he must be the most glamorous and high-class prostitute in the circle.

By the way, the prostitutes in the upper class are not called prostitutes, this name is too vulgar, they are called -

Socialite!
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①: The darkness is used to describe that the federal laws cannot illuminate people at this time, and the dead end alley is used to imply that people cannot find a way out through legal means, to describe the darkness of the federation at this time.

(End of this chapter)