Shadow Empire

Chapter 115 New Policies, Uniform Clothing, and Passive
In early November, the election results came out, and as everyone expected, the President was re-elected with an absolute lead.

The Federal Daily celebrated the President's re-election with a front-page headline: "Another Great Victory."

But another mainstream newspaper, The Federal Post, used "The Most Shameful Victory" as its front-page headline, directly challenging the Federal Daily.

The editor-in-chief reported that this re-election victory was the most shameful midterm election in federal history. It was not a victory of people's free will, but a victory of the despicable socialist party's political tactics.

They used extremely cruel means to snatch fairness, justice, democracy and freedom from people's hands, and told people with bloody facts that in the eyes of the Socialist Party, everyone is just a chess piece on the chessboard, not a chess player at the side of the chessboard.

The editor-in-chief wrote at the end, "If I were president, I would write my resignation letter out of shame and submit it to Congress now, instead of shamelessly holding a celebration of the conspiracy's victory in his villa."

The Federalist newspapers also reported similar news, denouncing the president for crushing the things that the Federals were most proud of in the world and throwing them into the trash. The Federation was about to face a dark moment...

But, for ordinary people, who becomes president may not have much impact.

On the day the President was successfully re-elected, the Presidential Palace spokesperson announced several decrees that the President had just signed, including a decree on a complete ban on alcohol.

From this moment on, the federal government entered a state of total prohibition, and all states were required to stop the production, brewing, transportation and sale of alcoholic beverages, including fermented wheat juice.

At the same time, the newly implemented prohibition also clearly stipulates that the federal customs will stop approving the customs declaration of alcoholic beverages. In other words, the federal government does not allow the import of alcoholic beverages.

The unprecedentedly harsh laws left alcoholics in all states at a loss as to what to do.

At the same time, there are reliable reports that Congress is discussing the establishment of a new law enforcement agency to specifically handle related audit work.

They plan to draw some elite personnel from the Federal Taxation Bureau, the Federal Ministry of Finance, and the Federal Ministry of Justice to form a new law enforcement agency that will specialize in investigating and prosecuting matters related to alcohol, drugs, and smuggling.

As soon as this news came out, the prices of existing alcoholic beverages throughout the federation skyrocketed, and Napo Winery's market value also skyrocketed because it stored a large amount of various types of wine!
Not only them, but other breweries and companies that store large amounts of alcoholic beverages have seen huge changes in their market value.

The financial markets were once again shaken by the alcoholic beverage industry, with numerous new millionaires being created.

For the current federation, wine means money!
However, the content that should have been highlighted in the news has become less prominent in public opinion because of the election scandal.

In the morning, two trucks arrived at the office. Lance organized people to move the clothes off the trucks. He rented a warehouse on the back street at the back, and the clothes would be temporarily stored in the warehouse.

They are all brand new clothes, blue work clothes, wear-resistant and corrosion-resistant. The fabric may be a little hard and not as comfortable as cotton and linen, but the key point is that it is wear-resistant and free!
The office is busy, Lance and Vaughn's relationship continues to heat up, and the illegal immigrant and immigrant groups on the dock begin to split into two parts.

Some of them are ordinary immigrants who find jobs on their own, and some are immigrants from law firms.

In order to better manage these people, Lance asked Sean to design a file and card, and everyone who registered here would have his or her own file.

When they worked, whose work card they used, where they worked, how much they were paid, and how they performed were all recorded in detail.

Lance plans to turn a passive position into an active one. Instead of letting the workers find jobs on their own, he will take the initiative to talk to the people at the dock about the dispatch issue.

These people are now independent from other immigrant groups and they are beginning to get used to being assigned and managed by firms.

This creates a very good snowball effect, because the firms here can better help federal citizens arrange the rental of work permits, and they just need to collect the money on time every month.

Therefore, more people choose to deposit their work cards in Lens. Also, because there are more job opportunities for illegal immigrants in Lens, many illegal immigrants rush here from other districts every day, hoping to get job opportunities here.

Early in the morning, the office was already crowded with people, and the curious eyes of these illegal immigrants showed some desire.

Many people have not bought a new piece of clothing for several months or even a year since they came to the Federation.

The exploitation and oppression of the federal society forced them to plan for every penny.

As long as the clothes are not torn and can still be worn, they are unlikely to change them. Mending them only costs a few cents, but they cannot afford to change a whole set of clothes.

Sometimes life is very forgiving, just look at the people who live in the Bay Area, driving convertibles with pretty girls along the coastal highway.

Sometimes life can be cruel, just look at these illegal immigrants.

But who doesn't want new clothes?

"Come and give a hand," Lance called out, and soon more people came to help. They moved the clothes from the truck to the warehouse. When they had almost finished moving, Lance asked people to gather them together.

There were at least two or three hundred people here. The alley on the side of the road extended to the road. Some passers-by ran over curiously to see what was happening here.

Maurice moved a chair for Lance to stand higher so that more people could see him.

"All workers who have a file in the office and have worked for me for a full month will receive a set of clothes, a shirt, a pair of trousers, and two pairs of gloves from here."

There were exclamations from the crowd, and someone shouted loudly, "Mr. Lance, do we have to pay for these clothes?" Lance told them loudly, "You don't have to pay even a penny!"

"But I also need to tell you that this is your work uniform. You must wear it as long as you are working. I will arrange for someone to check it!"

"If anyone doesn't wear them at work, I will consider whether you can get a job here next month."

"The federal people don't like us. They think we are poor, lowly, humble, ugly, even thieves and criminals. They look at us as criminals."

"We do not accept such unfounded accusations. Perhaps changing into a set of clean and tidy clothes will not change their opinion of us all of a sudden."

"But at least we should make ourselves look clean and tidy, so that they won't find an excuse to attack us based on our appearance."

“We can’t be perfect in a short time, but at least we are changing!”

Then someone else shouted, "What if the clothes get torn?"

Lance looked at the person who was shouting, "If you can wear out your clothes, bring them back and I'll have someone replace them with new ones!"

Some people couldn't wait any longer, "Mr. Lance, what are you waiting for? Send out the clothes now!"

Lance motioned for Sean to register and then stood aside.

Sean has a smart mind, and it is really a waste of his talent to do these things. He only has a few tables and a few staff members, and then he comes to collect clothes with his work card.

During this period, someone tried to get an extra set and was discovered. Not only was the set he received taken back, but his work card was also cancelled!
In other words, he will not be able to get a job opportunity here, and his original job opportunity will be transferred to other people.

Those who do not meet the eligibility requirements look at this side very eagerly, and then apply for work cards and look for suitable jobs.

More than a thousand sets were distributed in just this morning. Some people still haven't come to claim them or don't know about it, but Lance believes that they will know soon.

Starting from the second day, a very strange phenomenon appeared in the port area: those illegal immigrants, at least in terms of dress, looked more formal than the local workers!
They wore the same uniform, and the nameplate on their chest had their file number in the firm and their name.

The name, address, and phone number of Wanli Labor Agency are printed on the back, but of course this is not important.

The dock workers' union discovered this situation immediately. They had an extremely sharp sense of smell at the dock, and the president directly called several responsible persons over.

The president is called Scott. He is slim and also wears a high-end suit and a fancy tie.

He came to the meeting room first, stood by the window, looked at the workers in uniform at the dock in the distance, and thought about something.

As others came into the meeting room, he returned to his seat and sat down.

A few minutes later, he glanced at his watch and stopped waiting. "Let's ignore the others who haven't come yet. Does anyone know what happened to those people?"

"Some people have called me to ask if we are working on uniforms and when we will issue them. How come I don't know about this?"

Vaughn raised his hand and Scott looked at him, "You knew?"

Vaughn nodded. "I talked to you about this last time. Have you forgotten?"

Scott was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little confused, and Vaughn reminded him, "Donate."

His eyes suddenly focused, "Yes, I remember, that..." He lowered his head and frowned, as if he was constipated.

Vaughn continued to remind him, "Lance."

He looked up and pointed at Vaughn with a look of satisfaction, "Yes, Lance, that's the name, so these people are illegal immigrants?"

Vaughan nodded. "I'm afraid that's the case."

Scott had a headache. "This is a bit troublesome. Quite a few people called me just now. From what they said, they hope we can do the same."

“But we don’t have such a plan at the moment!”

It's easy to say that work uniforms are a must, but it costs fucking money!
Who will come up with this money?
union?

Or a capitalist?
Or the workers themselves?

Damn it, what the hell is this Lance doing that has put the union in such a passive position!
(End of this chapter)