Shadow Empire

Chapter 199: Transfer and Work [Monthly Ticket 666+8]
The problem that Lisa reflects is actually the voice of young people in the Federation in this turbulent era: is moral bottom line more important, or is making money more important?

Everyone will have different answers at different times and stages.

Maybe it’s just like a certain master said, only when people have enough food to eat and warm clothes to wear, will they consider the issue of decency.

Before that, having enough food is the most important thing.

Under the impact of a huge era, personal will becomes pale and powerless.

Johnny has been a little absent-minded these past few days.

After his fat daughter's boyfriend left, he started taking on all the work himself again and moved back into the proper bedroom.

He wanted to find two apprentices to help him lighten his current heavy workload, and on the other hand, he also wanted to continue sucking blood from the apprentices.

It would be impossible not to suck blood. Just relying on the money from selling bread, he could not make up for the debt he owed Lance.

But his reputation has been completely ruined. Even if someone around him wants to be an apprentice, they will not choose him.

The case of Johnny's Bakery went to court, and the content of the case was extremely bizarre. Both "Jingang Today" and those newspapers that published recruitment information reported this bizarre case.

As more inside details of the case were revealed, people not only had no sympathy for Johnny, the "victim", but instead felt that he deserved to die!
Those who have these ideas are all low-level people, and what Johnny wants to find is exactly the low-level apprentices, but he can't find them now.

Some regular customers no longer come because they feel that buying Johnny's bread here is a humiliation to their dignity.

The fat daughter looked listless. She had been depressed for quite some time since her boyfriend left.

It's been almost a month since I finally recovered, but I have no energy to do anything, as if I have lost the energy to work.

This also prevented her from noticing that Johnny looked a little uneasy. He kept looking up to the door, then turned back to do his own things.

In the afternoon, the heat from the oven in the back kitchen made the entire bakery warm, and a layer of mist covered the glass windows.

The fat daughter was sleeping in the room, and Johnny would wipe the windows from time to time with a rag.

At around three o'clock, a car stopped outside the door. He seemed to become nervous, but soon he completely relaxed.

Ethan pushed open the door, and then Lance walked in. His shiny leather shoes made a creaking sound as he stepped on the floor, and the fur collar on his coat made him look more noble.

"Good afternoon, Johnny."

Johnny stood at the counter, holding a rag in his hand. He forced an ugly smile and said, "Good afternoon, Lance."

Lance nodded and sat on a chair nearby. "Is my money ready?"

Johnny's body was a little stiff, and he grabbed the rag with both hands, as if he wanted to tear it apart, "Lance, I'm in some trouble..."

Lance shook his head. "That's not the answer I want. Johnny, are you ready for my money?"

The tone was calm without any ripples, just like an ordinary greeting when meeting someone, without a trace of anger, hatred or disgust, just as ordinary as an ordinary conversation between ordinary people.

Johnny's face turned pale. He had also heard of Lance's name. He now hated himself very much for being so stupid to exploit Lance.

"I... I don't have that much money right now, only over 300 yuan..."

Lance stood up by holding onto the corner of the table, "That means there is no money."

Johnny lowered his head, "Yeah, I'm out of money."

Lance showed a regretful expression. "Then according to the contract, I will apply to auction your house, and I will have the bank send you the extra money."

As he was about to leave, Johnny seemed to want to say something and chased after him two steps. He wanted to reach out and grab Lance's clothes, but he didn't dare to do so.

"Lance, listen to me, I can definitely pay back this money, but it will take me some time..." He has the ability to make money and can earn money, so the debt he owes Lance is not much.

It will be paid back in two years, or three years at the most. He looked at Lance with pleading eyes, hoping that Lance would... agree to it for the sake of their past friendship.

Lance stopped walking and looked back at Johnny, "Don't be so childish, Johnny, you know."

"You've never been soft-hearted, and neither will I." He pinched his hat crown and walked out the door.

Johnny fell into a chair, holding onto the table. He could no longer stand up.

As if his legs were weak after a bad accident as a child, he lost his house.

Lance drove directly to Parkway Bank and found Manager Jonathan. The financial services company's cooperation with Parkway has been ongoing and the cooperation has been very pleasant.

The president also talked to Jonathan and believed that he played a key role in this matter.

These loans are actually not much at all, adding up to only about 20,000 yuan, but they are constantly rolling over and the interest is paid monthly. This has provided some new ideas to Baihui Bank, and they are trying to create such a new loan business.

However, there are still some problems that cannot be solved and need to be studied, but they think this is a good direction, with low risk, high profit, and fast turnover. Therefore, Jonathan was not only praised by the president, but also known by people in the head office, and he was beaming every day.

New developments and improvements in work will be directly reflected in people themselves.

When he saw Lance, he was naturally very enthusiastic. Not only did he stand up and invite Lance to sit down, he also asked someone to go to the door to order two cups of fine coffee.

After he finished those things, he asked Lance why he came, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lance took out an agreement and said, "If I apply to the court to support me in auctioning this house to repay part of the assets he owes me, can I designate which bank to auction it?"

Jonathan knew what Lance meant as soon as he heard it. "You want to make it cheaper than the actual price?"

Lance didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. "We have a pleasant cooperation. The judicial auction must be entrusted to the bank. It's better to hand it over to you than to others."

Jonathan thought for a while and said, "You can apply, but the court may not accept your suggestion. However, I have a new proposal."

He looked at the document and the title to the house, "Are you sure you don't need to bid for more money?"

Lance nodded, "Fourteen or five hundred should be enough."

"Wait a moment!" Jonathan took the two documents and left. About seven or eight minutes later, he came back here.

"I asked my colleagues about this house. Two thousand dollars is a bit difficult, but eighteen or nineteen thousand is easy."

“You pledge it to us and we enforce it, so we can avoid some of the steps.”

Lance didn't care how they operated, he just wanted the result, "Is it too late to operate now?"

Jonathan smiled and said, "You can borrow fifteen hundred dollars from me for twenty-four hours, and then refuse to pay it back, and we can perform the auction according to the contract."

"If he's not happy with the result, he can sue us!"

Jonathan already had a general understanding of it, and it was obvious that this man named Johnny did not have the ability to do so.

If he wants to sue the bank, he will have to prepare at least tens of thousands of dollars in lawyer fees, and he may not win.

After all, Parkway Bank is not a private bank like Mr. Jobaf's Jinda. Parkway is one of the largest banks in the federation and they have a mature system for dealing with lawsuits.

Sometimes, even if they are in the wrong, they can use a lengthy lawsuit to drag the plaintiff to death - the lawyer fees are enough to make some poor people give up after a few attempts.

Soon the two signed a contract for the next-day loan, and Jonathan gave Lance the money he wanted. "I'll have someone mail the extra money after the auction to Mr. Johnny."

Lance asked with a smile, "How much will be left?"

Jonathan felt in his pocket and pulled out a twenty-five-cent coin. "No more!"

On the way back, Lance saw a vehicle with the abbreviation of the Hazardous Materials Administration printed on it passing by with sirens blaring. They were crazy, these "agents".

They roamed around every corner of the port area, and almost all of the Brotherhood's bars and business premises were cleared out. Although there were a few gunfights, they were all small in scale.

Big Polly is not as crazy and violent as he seems to be. No one has even seen him in recent times.

It was as if he was hiding. Some gangs thought this was wrong. It would be a bad thing for them if the Hazardous Materials Administration spread hatred because they couldn't find Polly.

And it's not impossible.

This also led to some gangs looking for Polly, and the tense atmosphere could only be resolved by handing him over to the Hazardous Materials Administration.

However, no one knew where he was, whether he had escaped, or what he was planning to do.

When passing an intersection, Lance asked Ethan to stop the car temporarily because he saw William.

William was standing on a platform and saying something, surrounded by many people.

He is preparing to run for city councillor, although he started preparing much earlier than others.

This is also the daily routine of the lowest-level politicians in the federation. They have no other way to reach more voters, and the media and reporters will not waste space on these unknown people.

So if they want to let the public know about themselves, the best and simplest way is to explain their political views to the people on the streets of the constituencies they plan to attack.

William seems very passionate now. Once a man has motivation and passion, he will have a kind of charm.

Even though the temperature is over ten degrees now, it still feels a little cold.

The audience's occasional applause became his best source of energy. His face was flushed and he didn't look cold at all.

During the speech, he also saw Lance and greeted Lance, but did not leave.

There are already more than a hundred people gathered here. This is not an easy task. He must seize every opportunity!
(End of this chapter)