Shadow Empire

Chapter 117 Seeking Justice and Meeting with the Police Officer

Jamie cried for a while and felt almost exhausted. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed and a little worried. "Even if we don't want to let it go, what else can we do?"

"You know, the Federation people are prejudiced against us."

It's not prejudice, it's discrimination.

Someone once tried to call the police, but after being robbed, the illegal immigrant worker who called the police refused to say where he was from and had no money to buy a ticket home, so he was sent to an immigration prison.

The dock worker who robbed him didn't even go to the fast-track court. The police closed the case with a reprimand, "Don't cause us any more trouble."

Not only did local workers discriminate against and harm them, but even the police, who represented justice, discriminated against and bullied them.

This also makes many illegal immigrants very desperate, because here, even the police and the law are against them, and they do not even have the most basic human rights.

Even those legal immigrants who have obtained immigration status are still treated differently when facing many issues.

This country has never been as good as it is advertised to the outside world.

The first person who refused to compromise said a name, "Mr. Lance, let's talk to Mr. Lance."

Jamie was a little unsure, "Will this work?"

"I mean, I'm not like Erwin and the others, and I'm not that familiar with him. Will he help me out?"

The man's voice was firm, "We are the Empire, that's enough!"

Meeting that determined gaze, Jamie hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

Before lunch, they returned to the office. The office was still very busy and many people came to ask about work clothes.

Many people are unhappy that the firm only accepts job applications from illegal immigrants, and they say they are also willing to work for the firm, meaning immigrants or local workers with legal work status.

Lance asked Sean to calm everyone down and started thinking about the matter.

His original intention was to give these illegal immigrants a sense of collective honor through uniform work clothes, so that they could unite more closely around him.

But now it seems that this kind of benefit alone has attracted some legal immigrants and local workers, which has forced him to expand his thinking. Perhaps he can open another law firm.

However, there are also some problems here. The labor dispatch work for legal workers is not as easy as that for illegal immigrants.

For illegal immigrants, all they need is a stable income, and they don’t care whether it’s more or less.

However, local workers and legal immigrants have wage demands, and it will be difficult to get a commission from them if their wage demands are not met.

This is a very simple thing. They can find a dock job by themselves for thirty-three dollars, and Lance can find them another job for also thirty-three dollars. But they will definitely not be happy if Lance takes away one dollar of their income!
But illegal immigrants are willing to do so. Not just one dollar, they would be willing to do two dollars as long as they have a stable job and a stable environment.

There are job opportunities everywhere in Jingang City now. Lance feels that even if he wants to do it, it is not now. However, he can build good relationships with these people, and they will be useful to him one day.

So he let Sean handle this matter and just told everyone that he would consider it. As for when he would consider it and whether he would do it or not, that was another matter.

"...You have no idea how ridiculous their expressions are!" Gerard told Lance with a smile about how he left Mr. Bolton's house.

Mr. Burton and his family treated him like a cash cow. It was fine at first, but starting from August, they found all kinds of reasons to get more money from him.

Gerard's salary was not very high to begin with, and he was exploited by them, leaving him with only a dozen dollars at the end of each month.

Even so, Rob (Gerald's cousin) often borrowed money from him, one or two dollars at a time, and never paid it back.

It can be said that the whole family is trying every way to suck his blood.

Fortunately, he has finally left now, and Lance has begun to become famous among the imperial immigrants. Mr. Bolton is a man who knows the times, so he tried his best to keep him.

There was really no way to keep him, so I let him go. I didn't say anything unpleasant, but just told him that if he couldn't survive outside, he could come back.

When it comes to being a villain, Rob has a lot to learn from Mr. Burton.

"…So, what should I do next?" Gerard was looking forward to the new life. There was no exploitation from Mr. Bolton, no overt and covert sarcasm from Rob, and no contempt from cousin Nancy.

He felt better than ever before, and everyone was a good friend.

Lance looked Jellal up and down and said, "Tell me what you want to do first?" In fact, he already had some ideas in his mind, but he still had to listen to Jellal first.

Gerald was a little confused. "I don't know either. Maybe... you can just assign me a job?"

Lance told him some of their current work content, and the two discussed it, and found that there was nothing that Jellal could do.

In other words, there was nothing he particularly liked. He came here hoping to work with everyone, not really coming here to be an ordinary worker somewhere else.

It seems that the only work left for Gerard to do is clerical work, which he may not be able to do well.

As for being a thug?
Looking at his handsome appearance that makes it hard to tell whether he is a man or a woman, perhaps the person he beats would actively ask him to "be harder".

This made Gerald a little frustrated, he thought he could do something for Lance.

Seeing his somewhat lost expression, Lance put forward some of his own ideas at this time, "I have an immature suggestion, maybe you can consider it."

Jellal looked at Lance, "You don't have to comfort me, I really can't do anything right, why don't I clean up for you, I'm good at this!"

At Mr. Burton's place, he was responsible for cleaning the house, which was one of the prices for his boarding.

Lance shook his head, "Why don't you just listen to me first?"

Jellal calmed down, Lance showed him a path he had never thought of.

"You should be a star, Gerald."

Jellal's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears, "You mean the star?"

"I?"

“I’m going to be a star?”

"God, I never thought about that!"

Lance thought this idea was feasible. "You are handsome, so handsome that you make people feel beautiful. I know you might be a little sensitive about this issue."

"But, Gerald, you can't deliberately avoid the advantages God has given you. You should make the most of your strengths."

"You know, the status of the Imperials in the Federation is very low right now. Coupled with the insanity of that damned emperor, the entire Federation is not friendly to us."

Jellal nodded, "That's exactly what I learned. They always look at us differently."

He has legal status, but still faces the same problem and is humiliated by some colleagues as a "joke".

One of the most outrageous ones even asked him if he would scream out during sex like the opposite sex!

He was furious at the time, but there was nothing he could do because the other party followed up with a sentence like "I was just kidding, you're not angry, are you?"

He could understand the difficulties faced by the Imperials in the Federation.

After getting Gerald's approval, Lance continued, "So we must not only become stronger ourselves, but also find a window for the federal people to understand us. Celebrities, as public figures, are a good breakthrough point."

"They will be curious about your life and your ethnic group, and these will become opportunities to change the current situation of immigration in the empire."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that you don't object to this."

Listening to what Lance said, Jellal suddenly felt that this seemed to be a good choice. He was also one of the victims of discrimination and he could empathize with him.

“Can I really do something for all of us to change our current situation and environment?”

Lance is very sure that idols are a special kind of power. More importantly, they are a more advantageous "home voice". Those local fans in the Federation will speak for him.

But Gerard also had his own concerns, "But I can't act, I can't sing, I can't do anything."

When he said these words, it meant that he agreed, actually.

"These are not problems. I will arrange for someone to teach you. You are still very young."

"And I will help you find a chance to be on the big screen. No matter what the final result is, at least we have tried, right?"

Gerald took a deep breath and said, "Lance, I will listen to you. I believe you will not hurt me..."

When Lance was about to tell him about his follow-up arrangements and ideas, there was a knock on the office door. Hiram poked his head and looked at Lance, "Something happened, I arranged for people to go to the yard." The yard refers to the yard behind the house facing the street. Lance nodded, called Gerald, and went to the yard together.

Jamie was naked and only wore a pair of pants. His friend told him that this was the only way to let Mr. Lance see how miserable he was.

When Lance came in and saw Jamie's appearance, he frowned. With Alvin away, Hiram became the number one lackey, but Lance didn't like him very much.

It's not that I don't like him as a person, but I don't like him following me around all the time. It's so stupid to see Hiram shaking his hair for no reason, and it will affect his image.

But Hiram thought he looked very handsome when he shook his hair. According to him, there were girls who screamed because of the way he shook his hair.

Lance thought that it was possible that they were disgusted, not because they thought the action was cool.

He brought a chair to Lance, and when he sat down, Hiram lit the match in advance. Although he looked stupid, he was sometimes good.

Lance took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. "What happened?"

Jamie's emotions had stabilized a lot at this time, and all his grievances had turned into hatred. He gritted his teeth and told the whole story, and Lance listened quietly.

Gerald on the side couldn't stand it anymore, "This is too much!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that Lance was the one in charge here and he shouldn't speak, so he took two steps back embarrassedly.

He was only sixteen years old, so Lance would not argue with him. He gave him a look that indicated that everything was fine, then looked at Jamie, "This is very infuriating. So what do you want me to do?"

Jamie didn't know what to say, but his companion put his hand on his shoulder and forced him to bend over. "Mr. Lance, please seek justice for us!"

Lance nodded noncommittally, "Are you sure that your description is not far from the facts? You know, this is not an easy matter if I want to seek justice for you."

Jamie also realized that this was the only chance for him to stand up again. He even knelt on the ground and said, "I promise that every word I said is true. Please seek justice for me."

"Get up, I'm not Camilla's person, I'm no different from you, there's no need for this between us."

He thought for a moment and said, "I'll take care of this. Come over tomorrow morning before you go to work."

He looked at Hiram, "Give Jamie a new set of overalls and take him to the doctor for some medicine."

Lance flicked the ash off his cigarette. "He used violence to hurt our brother, so let us use violence to make him realize his mistake."

"You are all my brothers. I want you to know that even if we are far away from home, I will still take care of you and will not let others hurt you without reason."

"We don't actively hurt others, but we also can't be hurt by others. Remember this!"

After everyone left, Lance called Ennio over and said, "I need someone from your side this time."

Ennio was completely convinced by Lance and had no objection. "No problem. What do you do?"

"Tomorrow I plan to take care of that idiot named Johnny at the dock. This matter will definitely alert the Port District Police Station, so I will need someone to take the blame."

"But don't worry. I will take care of the police department, and I will ask Johnny to voluntarily give up the prosecution, so he will probably be detained for a few days."

"As compensation, I will give anyone who does it ten dollars a day."

After hearing this, Ennio said, "Let me do it."

Lance glanced at his arm and said, "Are you not afraid of breaking your arm again and becoming disabled? Then go ahead."

Ennio backed off when he heard this. His biggest worry now was that his arm would be deformed. "I'll go back and talk to them. I'm sure everyone is willing to do it."

"It's better to do this. Choose someone who is stronger, fearless, and courageous. Although there is a high probability that he will be detained in the police station, the situation inside will not be too good."

Lance's instructions were very serious. Ennio nodded and said, "I understand. I will do it now."

There are seven people in Ennio's group, including him and Maurice, and there are five others, all of whom are working here for Lance.

He briefly mentioned that a man named Baker took the initiative to get the job. Lance looked at him and saw that he was about 1.8 meters tall, which was considered tall in that era.

He is not big and muscular, but definitely not skinny either. He has some flesh on his body.

Lance patted his arm, "Are you scared?"

He shook his head, "We all feel honored to work for you, Mr. Lance."

"Call me Lance!" Lance emphasized and threw a cigar to him. "Tomorrow morning we will go to the dock and find the man who bullied us. Then I will break his arm, and the police will arrive later."

"Just plead guilty. I'll take care of everything else. They'll probably keep you for three days to a week. I'll give you seventy dollars."

"That's too much, Lance." Baker felt that the extra income was a bit much. "You've taken good care of us."

Lance raised his hand to interrupt him, "If you don't want it, how are others going to get it if something like this happens again in the future?"

"You paid for us something, and if you don't take it, people will think it's my problem, not yours."

"This is not a good habit, Baker, you should take it, and if someone asks you can tell them that you deserve it."

Baker scratched his head, not quite understanding why he had to do this, but he agreed anyway.

Lance simply gave him seventy dollars, regardless of whether he would be locked up for that long, and asked Hiram to prepare.

Although this stupid ass face is annoying sometimes, he is really talented.

Lance called Officer Phelan and made an appointment to meet him at the coffee shop next door.

"This is for you, Mr. Lance." As soon as Lance sat down, the boss brought him a cup of coffee and a plate of pastries. Lance was a little surprised and looked at him in confusion.

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties, who looked very kind. "Thank you for running the office next door. It has helped our business a lot. I don't know what else I can do for you, so... this drink is on me."

"Thank you." Lance raised his coffee. "It's delicious."

The boss didn't bother me too much and left soon.

About ten minutes later, a police car stopped outside the cafe. The owner watched Officer Phelan get out of the car and was about to tell him that he had paid his bill this month, but Lance raised his hand in advance and said, "Don't worry, look for me."

"Bring me three more cups of coffee, one to drink here and two to go, and a big bag of donuts. I have to do it myself this time."

The boss smiled and went to make coffee. He felt that Lance was a truly decent person and it was a very special feeling to communicate with him.

It's like... being respected!
Even though the owner of the cafe was a federal, he still lacked respect.

"What's going on?" Officer Phelan's partner was in the car and didn't get out.

He came over with the armed belt. Lance pointed to the chair next to him and he sat down.

"I have something to do tomorrow morning and I hope you can help me."

At this time, the boss came over with coffee. Neither of them continued to talk. After he walked away, Officer Phelan asked, "What's the matter?"

Lance didn't answer what was going on. Instead, he took out a wad of money and counted out forty dollars. "There's an idiot who messed with my people. I plan to teach him a lesson to prevent him from calling the police and disrupting my plans. So when the time comes, you and your partner come directly over."

"Everything is going according to normal procedures. The person must be detained in your branch. Please arrange for someone to take care of him."

"I'll let that idiot choose to drop the lawsuit and settle it privately within a week."

Officer Fearon stroked his hair after hearing this and said, "This may not be easy to do..."

Lance put another ten dollars on the stack, making it fifty now.

Officer Phelan was stunned for a moment, "That's not what I meant."

Sixty years old.

"Lance..."

Seventy years old.

People's thoughts are so strange sometimes. He pursed his lips and said, "I..."

eighty.

He wanted to say something to see if he could add more, but Lance put a pistol bullet on the banknote and looked at him...

(End of this chapter)