Shadow Empire

Chapter 1193 Appearance
Extraordinary measures.

Governor Wade knew what drastic measures were, but he wasn't sure if using them at this time was appropriate or correct.

The local Liberal Party committee chair on the other end of the phone didn't hear Premier Wade's response and assumed he didn't know what "extraordinary measures" meant, so he went out of his way to explain it.

“I know you have some connections with local gangs. You had someone contact one of them and have them disperse the crowd that is currently gathering and showing signs of protest.”

"Don't be afraid of casualties. If we launch a few more attacks, these people won't be able to gather together."

“I’ve actually heard about their gathering. There’s no labor union involved, so you don’t need to worry about any negative impact.”

"The key is to solve the problem at hand first, rather than thinking about other things, don't you think?"

"Besides, if you put on a show after this, it will bring you a lot of reputation. I think you can consider it."

"As for your desire for us to help you, Wade, you should know that, apart from some unimportant government departments, how many people here are actually Liberal Party members?"

"If you want our media to speak up for you, I can do that, but if you expect us to solve this problem for you, we'll most likely just use the same methods!"

"you consider it."

After saying this, the local Liberal Party committee chairman didn't say anything more. Premier Wade rubbed his temples and said, "I understand."

After he hung up the phone, he sat there in a daze for a while. The practice of using gangs to resolve worker riots had existed for two hundred years and still exists today.

Gangs remain the most brutal and effective way to combat this tactic, bar none.

After all, gangs are unreasonable civilian violent organizations. Even if these people are caught, the worst that can happen is fines and jail time.

Whether it's fines or jail time, they can easily recoup their losses from other sources and even make a fortune.

Under federal law, the “mastermind” often bears more responsibility, as seen in a similar case that occurred in the federal government involving the organization of gang members to storm, beat, and disrupt a strike.

There were more than 200 gang members involved in the case, but thanks to the lawyers' defense and some manipulation by the real mastermind, only one person was ultimately convicted.

Others are guilty, but few go to jail, and those few are short-term, lasting three to six months. Most people don't go to jail; they are only fined and given community service.

The "mastermind" who was brought to justice, the gang leader, was sentenced to thirty years in prison.

But in reality, this gang leader only served a little over a year in prison. After the media and the public had begun to forget about the incident, he "died" in prison due to some accident.

Subsequently, the prison issued a death certificate, the gang leader's account was cancelled, and he reappeared outside the prison under a different identity.

This kind of operation is the simplest and most effective for politicians and big capitalists.

Moreover, the cost is not particularly high compared to solving such problems through other means, such as meeting the various demands of striking workers, welfare and wage increases, or satisfying their political demands.

Obviously, it would be more cost-effective to pay the gang a sum of money and reach some kind of tacit agreement.

Governor Wade sat there, his fingers interlaced, as if he were in a daze.

After a while, he picked up the phone, but quickly put it down again.

He decided to wait and see if there were any new changes.

Finding gangsters is easy, but this is not a simple worker disturbance. It is an attack against him orchestrated by Lance, or even the Socialist Party.

If he hires gangsters to do this, he might not have enough evidence against the Socialists, but they might be able to find evidence against the gangsters, which would put him in a very passive position.

Those in the Liberal Party are unreliable in reality.

Once this matter is resolved, he will make the Liberal and Socialist parties understand that the price they will have to pay to gain a Senate seat here will be beyond their imagination. He will retaliate through these methods!
As more and more people from all over the state gathered outside the state government building, some capitalists who had been robbed and extorted began to appear frequently in newspapers and magazines.

The question of whether Indenau is a suitable region for investment has begun to spread throughout the state and even the entire federal government.

Governor Wade was in a real bind. He knew the situation was a mess, but he didn't know how to change it.

As evening fell and the crowds gradually dispersed from the square, he finally felt a sense of relief.

He left the state government building by car. The bustling city of Redstone offered him no warmth, only irritation.

As his convoy was about to leave the city limits, two buses also headed into the city from the direction of the station.

He glanced at it and saw a somewhat blurry face sitting by the window.

The person seemed to notice his gaze and looked at him. Their eyes met briefly in the air before being separated by two passing cars.

George glanced back, and inexplicably, he had just made eye contact with the people in that expensive-looking car.

He didn't know what state he was in. He looked at the person, and the person looked at him, which gave him a strange feeling that he couldn't quite describe.

However, he quickly gave up on the idea of ​​continuing to investigate. After all, judging from the luxury of that car, it was highly unlikely that he would have any connection with such a person in this life, or even in the next life.

He was poor, from the bottom of society, and it was precisely because of this that he understood how big the gap was between himself and the upper class, and between himself and the super-rich.

He can only earn about 600 yuan a year, and that's after the company's big growth in the last two years.

Even so, six hundred yuan might not even be as much as the price of a single bottle of wine in a wealthy person's wine cabinet, and they might have many of those bottles, which they would then consume during some ordinary event.

The gap is so large that people have lost all motivation to climb higher. You give...

More than that, he's thinking about tomorrow, whether or not to do it.

Although he had made the decision in his heart more than once before, at this moment, he asked himself again.

Soon the two buses arrived at their accommodation for the night, a large dormitory-style hotel, the cheapest kind available in the Federation.

He lay in bed, surrounded by the snoring and teeth grinding of those around him. Gazing at the dark ceiling, he gradually drifted off to sleep in the night.

The next morning, he was awakened early by the noise around him. He opened his eyes and it took him a while to realize that this was not where he lived, but a hotel in Redstone City.

He sat up and watched as the people around him got up and went outside. He followed them and walked outside as well.

The young man who organized their trip was also there. He led everyone to the restaurant, where breakfast was not provided free of charge, so everyone had to pay for it.

He just threw together some food; it wasn't anything special, just enough to fill your stomach. After all, these dorm rooms weren't expensive, and the breakfasts couldn't be very good.

The young man sat in the middle, eating as he talked to everyone about the upcoming arrangements.

"Wait a moment, our car will take you to the square outside the state government building. There are already quite a few people gathered there. There are signs on the car, and you can write whatever you want to write."

"The purpose of our visit is to make the governor understand that some of his actions have deeply hurt the state and the people who live here. This is also one of the reasons why you are here."

"As more and more people gathered, he couldn't pretend not to see them, and there were also many reporters interviewing people on site."

"If reporters ask you what happened or what brought you here, just tell them the truth."

"As for the rest, you can do whatever you want, that's your business. I'm only responsible for bringing you here and giving you an opportunity to face the state government and the governor directly."

"Lunch will be delivered to you at noon, so don't worry about going hungry. The bus will be there at 4:30 pm. Remember the license plate number of the bus you are currently on, and just get on the bus and it will take you back."

"Dinner will be served here. After dinner, you can choose to rest or go out for a walk. But I must remind you that the entire demonstration will last for five to seven days."

"We will conduct random checks. If anyone did not participate in the demonstration, we will ask them to leave." "Whether you stay or go back is none of our business, and we will not pay for your travel expenses. Understand?"

Everyone nodded; it wasn't hard to understand, especially since their purpose in coming here was to find a solution.

Of course, not everyone is without questions; some people have minor issues, such as wanting to eat chicken or beef.

After resolving these issues, the young man left, while the others looked at each other and eventually left the restaurant together, went outside the hotel, and boarded a bus.

As George was getting into the car, the young man who had contacted him earlier found him and led him to a corner.

"We have arranged for your wife to be sent to Golden State for more detailed examinations. The surgical techniques there are the best in the entire Federation. Regardless of the outcome, we can guarantee that she will receive the best medical care currently available in the Federation, and even in the world."

"You still have a chance to back out. We can still bring everything to a stop."

“But once we start, we can’t stop.”

The two men stared intently into each other's eyes, neither willing to yield. After a moment, George nodded. "I'd give my life for her."

The young man continued to stare at him, trying to determine whether he was lying or deceiving someone.

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, took the thing out of his pocket and put it in his hand.

"A pistol with a range of 100 meters, and two magazines with a total of 26 bullets."

"We'll find a way to get him to appear not far from you, then you can just shoot him."

"After you fire the shot, you can run away or do something else, it's up to you."

I hope you can survive.

He patted George on the arm, then turned and left.

George looked at the pistol in his hand, feeling its cold texture, and took a deep breath.

He was a Boy Scout when he was young and also went hunting, so he knows how to fire a gun.

He checked the weapon, loaded the magazine, disengaged the safety, put it in his jacket pocket, and then left.

"Where have you been?" His friend waved to him as he got out of the car, gesturing for him to sit down.

After George sat down, he laughed and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'm a little nervous."

Perhaps because he had already made a decision, he now seemed much more relaxed.

His friend smiled and said, "You look much better than you did the other day, George. Everything will pass, and everything will be alright."

George nodded. "Yes, everything will be alright!"

After the bus driver inquired and confirmed that no one had been left behind, he started the bus, and the two buses entered the city roads one after the other.

Around 8 a.m., they arrived at the square outside the state government building, where a large crowd had already gathered.

George didn't know how many that was; it might be one or two thousand, or even more.

Moreover, people kept gathering around, and with the help of his friends, he also set up a sign and held it high, which read "Give me back my job".

The word "work" was even crossed out and rewritten because his friend misspelled it.

It was only after arriving here that they realized how many people across the state had been affected.

"The Wade family deserves to die!" someone said next to him.

He and his friend both looked towards the speaker, who was a stranger. His friend, curious, asked, "Why do you say that?"

The stranger began to recount the Wade family's glorious achievements during this period, how they seized and monopolized many businesses through various despicable means, and how they drove out some elderly people who could have lived out their retirement in peace.

Because the victims were elderly people who belonged to vulnerable groups in society, and the media sided with the governor and local capitalists, many people were unaware of what had happened.

As this person recounted the Wade family's "glorious achievements," George's friend also angrily cursed a few times.

George calmed down; if he had actually done it, it must have been a good thing.

He stood there all day, but the governor didn't show up. He wasn't in a hurry, and then he followed the others back to the hotel.

Every day was like this: they would have breakfast together in the morning, then take a car to the square to march and demonstrate. They would rest a little later at noon, and then continue doing this in the afternoon until around four o'clock, when they would return to the hotel.

For three consecutive days, the number of people outside the square increased, as did the number of media outlets, and some people even rushed over, seemingly indicating that the situation was spiraling out of control.

Just when George was wondering if he would ever get to see Governor Wade, things took a turn for the better on the fourth day of his visit.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, he was holding up his sign as usual, looking bored. When a vehicle or pedestrian passed by, he would raise it and wave it a couple of times to attract people's attention.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the crowd closest to the state government building. As the noise spread, he quickly realized what had happened.

Someone stopped Governor Wade's convoy; they spotted him, and now a large crowd has gathered around.

George paused for a moment, then put down the sign and, under the somewhat puzzled gaze of his friend, rushed off into the distance.

"What do we do now?" The driver looked nervously at the protesters pounding on the car. They were shouting something, but it was hard to hear clearly from inside because it was an armored vehicle.

They can sit here without moving. The governor's car has been stopped, and the police station will send people over soon.

Governor Wade looked at the agitated crowd around him and had an idea in mind. "I should talk to them."

Now that more and more people are gathering here, the news can't be suppressed, so we should start working on a solution.

Even if it's deception, at least it's good to delay things for a while.

With only a few days left until the final deadline, perhaps this is a solution.

The police arrived quickly. Although they did not disperse the crowd, they did come to Governor Wade's car.

According to some of their emergency plans, the police should form a human wall and escort the convoy into the state government building bit by bit.

But Governor Wade rolled down his car window and said to a sheriff in charge of on-site security, "I want to talk to them and see if we can get them to disperse a bit, and then we can find a suitable place to try to resolve the issue?"

Although the sheriff didn't know why the governor wanted to do this, he still obeyed and carried out the arrangements.

Soon people learned that the governor wanted to speak with them, and more people gathered around, but the order improved somewhat.

They found a spot and temporarily set up a platform, along with microphones, megaphones, and other equipment.

Governor Wade sat in his car, deep in thought. After more police arrived and restored order, he got out of the car.

The moment he stepped out of the car, the crowd erupted in cheers, along with some curses.

For these protesters, the governor's appearance signifies a victory!
Governor Wade calmed himself down, walked up to the platform, tested the microphone, and then stood there.

At this moment, George was less than fifty meters away from him, but that distance still seemed a bit far. He kept pushing forward, trying to get closer...

(End of this chapter)