Shadow Empire

Chapter 198 Accepting Reality and Making Easy Money

"Colleague?" Ms. Kailu walked into the living room in slippers, somewhat bewildered. "What colleague?"

She had never considered those people at the Empire Professional Nightclub as her colleagues, and look what was there?
Criminals, prostitutes, drunkards, and clients, but no normal people!
If it weren't for the money, she might not even work there!

A former colleague, perhaps?

She didn't know that when he walked into the living room, he saw his son and then Lance, who was looking at her with a half-smile.

A surge of anger rose from the soles of her feet. Just as she was about to do something with her sharp voice, her son suddenly turned around, looked at her in surprise and shouted "Mom!"
Then a chill and a fear followed, and then the fear spread throughout my body!

Her son was holding a pistol in his hand!
She felt dizzy, a little dry mouth, and even a little weak in the legs and feet!
"The thing Uncle Lance gave me is amazing. It's what I've always wanted!" The little boy didn't know that the weapon in his hand had become a "threat" in Kael's eyes.

He even held up a yellow bullet shell as if to show off, "And this!"

Ms. Kailu rushed to the sofa and rudely snatched the toy gun and the bullet shell in front of the incomprehensible gazes of her husband and children, and threw them to the ground.

She picked up her son, held him in her arms, and hugged him tightly, looking at Lance with a vigilant, careful, and somewhat fearful gaze, "You are not welcome here, get out!"

Her husband stood up. He didn't understand his wife, "Kailu..."

"Don't talk!" Her voice covered her husband's voice. She knew who Lance was. He was a criminal, the head of a criminal organization!

He didn't do these things out of kindness!
Her body was shaking slightly, out of fear and anger.

Lance shrugged and stood up with the help of his legs. The smile on his face gradually faded. "It seems that Ms. Kailu doesn't welcome me very much."

"Yes!" Ms. Kailu said loudly, "So get out of my house... and here!"

She originally wanted to say get out, but she controlled herself and the little bit of rationality she still had prevented her from saying anything insane.

Lance glanced at her husband, who smiled awkwardly. He still had no idea what had happened!
He had a very pleasant chat with Lance. Lance's insights on some issues made him feel like he had met a confidant. Moreover, some problems that he had never been able to figure out were easily solved by Lance.

For example, whether finance will overheat and whether financial overheating will lead to unpredictable consequences.

Now everyone in the federation is obsessed with finance, and the streets are full of stock managers wearing formal suits and ties, holding various stocks in their hands.

Some scientists even joked that the switches they were developing were caused by financial overheating. The speed and ability of human labor could not keep up with the scale of daily fission, and they had to use a large amount of research funds from the financial field to solve these problems!

The entire federation is undergoing some changes in the booming financial market, and everything is becoming so beautiful.

Lance asked some very obvious, cautionary questions, which made him feel inspired.

But now, his terrible wife is screwing up their communication.

Lance sighed, "Okay, okay, it seems that I am not very welcome, I will leave now..."

As he spoke, he walked towards the door. Ms. Kailu's husband called her name, as if wanting to know if it was appropriate for her to do so, but she yelled back, "Shut up."

Just as Lance changed his shoes and prepared to leave, he turned and looked at Ms. Kailu, "When I came here, I found that there were a lot of cars in your community. I like your boy very much. He is very lively."

"You must keep an eye on him. If he gets hit by a car, I will be very sad."

Ms. Kailu's face turned pale for a moment, and her husband couldn't help but thank Lance for his reminder, "I also think there are too many cars in our community. What you said..."

"Thank you for the reminder." He ended the sentence prematurely under his wife's murderous gaze.

Ms. Kailu put her son into her husband's arms, and she strode after him, and the two of them chased him out of the door.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Ms. Kailu closed the door. "It was Lawyer Orson and Mr. Eric who decided to give you 500 dollars. I'm just an accountant. This has nothing to do with me!"

She was still a little scared. After all, Lance was a bad guy in her eyes. She was not afraid of how Lance would deal with her at work, but she was afraid that her family would be hurt.

"We've been colleagues for over a month, and I've never come to visit you and your family. Today I had something to do nearby, so I stopped by to see you. You're so sensitive."

Ms. Kailu took a look into the house. Their door was a common one with a small glass window, through which one could see what was inside the room.

Her husband was standing by the door holding their child, which gave her a desire to protect her family that she had never felt before.

"Lance, don't tell me this. I have a higher education. Tell me, what do you want?"

Lance reached his hand into his arms. Ms. Kailu couldn't help but take two steps back with a look of horror on her face, but then she saw Lance take out an ivory-white cigarette box.

He liked the cigarette case Luigi gave him very much, mainly because it felt so comfortable.

"Mind?" Lance took out a cigarette and Ms. Kailu shook her head.

He lit up the cigarette and took a breath. The light at the door made the smoke appear and disappear in the light and shadow. "I need you to do your work quietly and don't meddle in other people's business."

“If you can do that, we’re good colleagues.”

"If you can't do that, I will attend your funeral and that of your family and speak on behalf of your colleagues."

"You can take it as a threat, but you can also take it as a friendly reminder."

Ms. Kailu thought he was going to steal the company's money, and her scalp tightened. "Those accounts are all recorded, and Orson and his team have more professional accountants. I can't help you steal money from the company!"

Somehow, she wasn't so nervous when she thought Lance was going to "steal money" from the nightclub.

Lance shook his head. "I'm not planning on doing that. The casino on the third floor is about to reopen. Don't tell Orson about this."

"In addition, the casino's revenue does not go into the company's account."

"The money will go directly to Eric..."

Lance left soon, and when Ms. Kailu returned home, her husband had already comforted their son.

He was frightened just now, and after Ms. Kailu chased him out, he started crying.

The child's emotions came and went quickly, and he ran back to play with the toys Uncle Lance gave him.

Standing by the door, the couple had a conversation, "Why are you like this, like you're crazy?"

Kailu looked at her husband, "Do you know who he is?"

"who is it?"

"Isn't he your colleague, Mr. White?"

Ms. Kailu rolled her eyes. "His name is Lance White. Do you remember anything?"

The man's expression also changed slightly. "The one in the Imperial District?"

When his wife looked at him with an expression that said "you finally figured it out", he was surprised and said, "Oh my God..."

After a whole day of fermentation and preparation, Morris got several dealers over. These people came from other places and had been working in underground casinos.

These dealers are more mobile, and thanks to Morris's gambling father who has traveled to almost all the casinos in the Empire District, he was able to find these people.

The dealers see clearly that working for someone is not a job, and they are also willing to work in a place with more customers.

This means they can earn more money, after all, they get a commission on every penny earned at the gaming table.

The Empire Nightclub was supposed to open in the evening, but people were already arriving one after another at noon.

With Lance's instructions, the security guards would not stop them, so they went straight to the third floor.

When they entered the room and saw the green tablecloths, the shining chips, and the dealers wearing bow ties standing behind the gambling tables, every gambler became excited.

Soon, the whole room became extremely lively.

Lance even called Eric and said, "Our casino is open today. Do you want to come and have a look?"

How could Eric sit still? In less than forty minutes, he appeared in the casino.

"Eight gambling tables?" He stood in the shadows nearby, looking at the various life events around the gambling tables. The smoke rising from the cigarettes made his expression a little vague.

“How much fucking money can this make?”

Lance introduced him, "We provide free drinks here, but don't worry, they won't get drunk, because if they are drunk, they can't gamble."

"Each gaming table will provide us with about 400 to 500 yuan in revenue. After deducting the dealer's commission, it is about 400 yuan."

"One is four hundred, two is eight hundred, three..."

"Three thousand and two."

Eric looked back at Lance, "What?"

"Eight gambling tables, I can make three thousand and two a day."

Eric gasped, "So many?"

Lance smiled, "Because we didn't pay taxes to the Kodak family. If we did, it would only be a little over a thousand, and it's all black money."

"You want to clean them up, but in the end you only have seven or eight hundred."

Eric felt a little bit of a toothache after hearing this, "The Kodak family has made a lot of money over the years, right?"

Lance agrees with this view, "There are always tens of millions, maybe even more."

There is no shortage of wealth myths being born in the Federation. Billionaires appeared in the Federation decades ago, or even forty or fifty years ago. This is a place that is good at giving birth and creating miracles.

Lance could clearly hear Eric swallowing.

Eric's eyes quickly became fanatical. Three thousand yuan a day, thirty thousand in ten days, more than one hundred thousand a month...

With so much money, he didn't believe those bastards could still suppress him!
"It's done, Lance!" He turned around and said to Lance seriously, "I may have a little misunderstanding about you, but I understand you now, let the past be the past..."

Lance held out his hand, "All for...service."

After staying here for a while, Eric left with more than a thousand yuan in cash. He didn't have much money left. There would be a performance by Shayna tonight. She was the heroine of "Prince's Revenge" and she would play the role of a farmer's daughter.

The prince was persecuted by his stepmother and fled the palace. He was injured and eventually fainted in the river due to exhaustion. He drifted downstream and was found and rescued by the farmer's daughter who was cleaning the river.

The two of them fell in love with each other, and after a period of cultivation and development, His Royal Highness the Prince began to actively prepare for revenge.

Finally, after a series of plots, he led the army, recaptured the palace and the throne, killed his stepmother, and lived a happy life with the farmer's daughter.

As always, the revenge story of a poor boy ends in tragedy. Only the revenge story of a prince or a noble can have a happy ending.

But no matter what, this script is very popular. After all, those who can truly appreciate the opera and feel the beauty of opera art at that time are either rich people or prominent families with prominent upper-class backgrounds.

They feel very involved in this kind of plot. After all... maybe the prince's life is their life, just a little more advanced.

This is why the protagonists of movies during this period have always been the lower class. These two forms of artistic expression are completely separated.

As the heroine of the opera, Shayna has a lot to perform. The opera cannot be finished in just one show. It takes many days, just like a TV series.

Tonight's scene is a small climax. The prince is about to recover from his injury and embark on the road of revenge. It is a process of connecting the previous and the next chapter. He wants to give Shayna some different surprises.

Whether it's a surprise or romance, it means he's going to start spending again!

By the time it closed at night, the casino had brought in about $2,700 in net revenue, and after deducting what Eric took, there was still more than $1,400 left.

Lance threw it directly into the safe and made a simple note of it. In fact, he knew that Eric didn't care, and he didn't care either.

After returning home, everyone was chatting in the living room and seemed to be having a heated discussion.

Everyone stood up when they saw Lance coming back.

Lance came to the middle of the living room and sat down, only to find that Lisa was also there.

Red High Heels no longer bothered her, and she went back to work at the bar, but today she said she wanted to talk to Lance about something, so the people at the bar sent her over.

"Is that what they just discussed what you wanted to say?" Lance leaned back on the couch with his legs crossed, and Lisa looked a little nervous.

She nodded, looked at the others, and said softly, "Mr. Lance, I want to... continue to engage in the flesh trade."

After hearing this, Lance knew why the discussion was so heated. He frowned, "Did a customer harass you, or did someone force you to do this?"

Lisa quickly shook her head after hearing this. She was a little afraid of Lance. Not only did Lance rescue her, but he also managed such a big power. She couldn't help but be afraid.

"Selling beer is too tiring. I only make one or two dollars a day. If I'm lucky, I can make two or three dollars."

Her voice became quieter and quieter until it was almost inaudible.

The flesh trade does make money quickly. As long as there are many customers, it is still easy to make ten dollars a day.

There was a girl from Yalan who was said to receive more than fifty guests a day. She had certain talents and her own special skills, and no one could last long.

Based on two dollars per order, a sales champion like her would get 60% of the revenue, which is one dollar and twenty cents.

Forty of them, that’s forty-eight yuan, about fifty yuan a day, and fifteen hundred yuan a month.

In this era that is both terrible and wonderful, you will definitely make a lot of money if you let go of your moral bottom line.

Lance shook his head slightly, "We don't provide that service, but we can provide you with protection."

"I can't ask anyone to stop you from doing this, but I also know that some of you want to make more money while you are young. I won't stop you, and I can't stop you."

Everyone nodded. If they were really determined to do it, even if Lance didn't let them do it, they would take the initiative to go somewhere else to do it.

If you have no bottom line, how can you not make money?
If that doesn't work, you can just stand on the street.

"You can do it on your own, and if you get into trouble, I will provide you with shelter."

"For example, if a customer tries to assault or hurt you, or refuses to pay the bill, I will arrange for someone to intervene."

“But I won’t organize you myself, and I won’t take your money. If I did, it would be no different from organizing myself.”

"I still hope you can do some... decent work, even though it may be a little tiring."

"But if you strongly request this, then... I won't object."

It was normal for Lisa to have such thoughts. Her current job was too tiring. She had to deal with those rough drunkards every day who would beat her buttocks at any time, and she couldn't spend much money.

Her monthly income is about 70, 80, 80 or 90 yuan, which is not low in Jingang City.

Although it is not as good as the income of the middle class, it is much better than those at the bottom who only make more than 30 yuan a month!

But...she always hopes to make more money easily. This situation is not uncommon. Lance will not comment on anything. This is her own choice.

Lance's statement made Lisa feel relieved. In fact, she was not asking for herself specifically, but for herself and some other sisters.

They were fed up with working in bars for one or two dollars a day, but were unwilling to work in factories for ten hours a day and more than thirty dollars a month.

After much thought, it is still the simplest and easiest way to make money while lying down.

Moreover, Lance has recently swept through the Red Dog Gang's territory in the Imperial District. The demand in the market exceeds the supply. Some streetwalkers are now charging two yuan. This is too tempting for them!

(End of this chapter)