Shadow Empire

Chapter 310 Complete Victory
There will be many firsts in life.

First time walking, first time running, first time talking, first time eating by myself, first time going to school, first time...

The "first time" will accompany people as they grow up until the end. The first time will not disappear just because they are older.

When it should happen, it happens, including the first death.

Some first times are meaningful, such as the first time...wiping your butt.

You have to overcome your fear and complete this scary thing so that you don't get your pants dirty.

And then there's the first time you enter another phase, like Lance and Patricia did.

This was the first time that the girl truly experienced the feeling of being pierced, and to be honest, it wasn't very pleasant. Fortunately, Lance was very gentle and ended it early, so she didn't feel uncomfortable or tortured.

In fact, it takes a process to go from being uncomfortable to being comfortable. It can't be solved in one go. This is just the beginning.

Lance did not leave at night. He talked a lot with Patricia, chatting about some interesting or boring things.

When you are with people you like, even boring things can become interesting.

When Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence came back in the evening, they found Lance's coat. Although they had accepted this result a long time ago, they still didn't know what to say when it really happened.

Many people think of raising children as raising small animals, but children are not small animals after all.

You don't care whether your pets have promiscuous relationships with stray cats and dogs, but you do care whether your children do anything stupid.

Except for Lance and Patricia, the other couples tossed and turned and slept uneasily all night. This actually meant that, unless there were no major accidents, they would be tied to Lance and his people.

William and Emily got up at seven o'clock in the morning. They couldn't sleep, probably because they were old.

The two were preparing breakfast in the restaurant, and William was standing in the kitchen in a daze, "Why am I here too?"

He looked at Emily and asked, "I thought I should be in bed or on the toilet. You know scientists say that morning is when a person's memory is best!"

Emily put the chopped ingredients into the salad bowl and handed it to him, "You'd better mix these things before they get up!"

She ignored what William said and started frying the beef cubes. The federal people believed that eating meat for breakfast would give them energy for the whole day.

The big chunks of beef became attractive as they were fried. She also fried bacon and eggs.

The good thing about a multi-burner cooker is that it allows the user to do many things at once, as long as the person using it is flexible enough.

At 7:20, all the food was placed on the dining table. Emily washed her hands and walked upstairs. William seemed to want to call her, but he opened his mouth and finally closed it.

He actually thought... he could wait until he left before waking up the two young people, otherwise it would be a bit awkward.

Emily knocked on the door, "It's already daybreak, Lance, and Pat."

"Okay, Mom, I get it!" Patricia rubbed her eyes. She was a little confused just now.

Lance, what Lance?
Then she suddenly remembered that she just wanted to have a private chat with Lance last night, and then inexplicably...

She felt a little shy, but also had an indescribable feeling. She looked at Lance curled up in the corner and couldn't help laughing.

She didn't expect Lance to sleep like this!
You have to know that this is the gang boss, a big shot!

But look at him, he is now just like an ordinary big boy, clinging to the corner, as if this would give him some sense of security!

He woke up quickly and greeted Patricia. Patricia tried to suppress her shyness and said, "They have already prepared breakfast and are waiting for us in the restaurant."

Lance rubbed his eyes and sat up, "I almost forgot about this!"

As he spoke, he and Patricia went to the bathroom to wash up, using a new toothbrush that Patricia had replaced herself.

About ten minutes later, the two came to the restaurant together. Lance didn't seem to be restrained at all, and there was no sense from him that he had done anything last night.

He also greeted William warmly.

Maybe it was because he acted so normally that William didn't feel too embarrassed.

The four of them sat at the dining table.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Emily asked jokingly. She actually liked Lance very much.

Lance is not as rude as ordinary gang members. He appears to be a gentleman, well-educated and capable.

If he had been born into an outstanding family, perhaps he would have achieved greater success, but in any case, she didn't hate this guy.

Not to mention he's also very good looking, and he and Patricia would be a good match.

Lance rubbed his neck, "The bed is too soft, luckily there is a wall on my side, otherwise I doubt I would have fallen off!"

Emily couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you used to sleeping on a soft bed?"

Lance shook his head, "No, I like it harder."

Emily looked at William, "Honey, it looks like we need to add a bed-buying plan to our to-do list."

William nodded and said, "I'll go choose with you when I have time."

This actually means acceptance. In fact, William wanted to ask something more sensitive, but now is not a good time to speak.

It was a very satisfying breakfast. Actually, breakfast cannot be described as satisfying, but everyone would have this idea.

Lance asked someone to take Patricia to work, and William followed him in the car. There was still a lot of work to do today.

As for Emily?
She would get a beauty treatment in the morning, eat out at noon, socialize with some ladies in the community in the afternoon, and then prepare dinner...

Sitting in Lance's car, William finally had the chance to ask the question that had been on his mind, "Are you going to marry Patricia?"

Lance looked back at him, "Why do you ask?"

"I mean, why do you think I wouldn't marry her?"

William shrugged, spread his hands, and didn't know what to say, "I don't know..."

Lance lit a cigarette and gave one to William. He hardly smoked when he was at William's house.

"Patricia is a very good girl. I like her very much. And you are also a good family. You don't have to worry about these, William."

"I'm not just going to play around with her, we're going to get married and have kids."

“Maybe there’s a little purpose in this!”

William went on to say, “You want to become a true local with the help of our family.”

Lance nodded, "That's it."

In fact, Lance’s identity does not stand up to investigation. If he is really a local, why would imperial immigrants and illegal immigrants work for him?
If he was from the Empire, how did he get the identity of a local?
This stuff can't stand up to scrutiny, but it can also be very "tough".

Until there is evidence to prove that he is not a federal citizen, he can enjoy the same treatment as a native in judicial proceedings.

By marrying Patricia, he will be able to integrate into the local community better. People will not care whether he is a real local or not, because his child with Patricia, the one who will inherit everything from him, is a local!
"If you need to tell a lie, I want it to be a super lie and she's the last person to know the truth!"

Lance smiled and said, "No one lied, at least not me."

After he arrived at the office, he quickly found a group of people and asked them to obey William's command, including Bolton. They had to listen to William today.

Because today is the free clinic day.

This is Mr. Jobaf's campaign strategy. For poor people, anxiety about their health and well-being is always the top priority.

They are troubled by their physical condition but are unsure whether they are sick because they cannot afford the expensive medical bills.

In such circumstances, some people will develop panic and the situation will become more and more serious.

There are no well-known hospitals in the Imperial District. There are only two small hospitals with little fame, and most of them are private clinics.

But even for private clinics, the prices are high.

The strategy that Mr. Jobaf's campaign team gave him was indeed very meaningful. It was a very smart way to gain the support of this group of people by providing free medical consultations to the public on a regular basis. It was only nine o'clock, and the park was already crowded with people. This time, Mr. Jobaf also made great efforts to find seven or eight doctors and asked people to help maintain order.

These doctors cost him a total of five thousand yuan. They were not well-known doctors, nor were they the attending physicians of the department. They were just ordinary doctors who had just been promoted to full-time doctors.

Since it did not involve treatment or surgery, the cost was not too high, and Mr. Jobaf used some rhetoric to make them feel that this was a meaningful thing.

The people at the scene were indeed very welcoming to them, and Mr. Jobaf also gave away things like his campaign leaflets to those in line.

If nothing goes wrong, this should be a successful free medical consultation activity.

But neither William nor Lance can make it succeed!
"Why isn't it healed yet?"

"I've been waiting in line for more than half an hour. When will it be my turn?"

"Damn it, does it take you that long to see a patient?"

The people who were waiting in line for free medical consultations started to make a commotion first. There was some commotion in the line, and those who were further in line became increasingly dissatisfied.

The people responsible for maintaining order at the scene rushed to resolve the troubles, but perhaps because of their bad tone, they soon got into an argument with those people, which then escalated into a shoving match.

This is not a civilized region, nor is it an era where everything can be treated rationally. When pushing and shoving occurs, it means there is a high probability that physical conflict will escalate.

What's more... these people were arranged by Lance!

Soon they started fighting, and the scene was in chaos. A doctor who went over to separate them was also punched several times.

The tables and some medical equipment at the scene were in a mess, and police cars arrived here quickly.

They not only took away the troublemakers, but also the organizers.

In the words of the police, if you didn't hit him, why would he hit you instead of others?

In short, take them all back!

The free medical consultation, which was supposed to be a good thing, was inexplicably interrupted.

The doctors were worried about being attacked and were eager to leave. The free clinic, which was originally planned to last a whole day, ended in less than two hours.

The ground was covered with Mr. Jobaf’s campaign posters and footprints!

The news was quickly reported to Mr. Jobaf, who frowned tightly after hearing it.

"What's wrong?", the campaign manager asked him.

He told the truth, "The free clinic was disrupted. It was said that our staff got into a fight with the people in line, and then they were all taken to the police station."

"The hospital said that many of the equipment were damaged and asked us to pay according to the price..."

The team leader immediately said, "This may be a measure by William or Ruth!"

Mr. Qiaobaf frowned. The call was from the hospital. The damaged equipment was actually not too expensive, only a few thousand yuan.

But the other party reminded him that if he could not ensure the safety of the doctors and the equipment next time, it would be better not to look for them.

The hospital and doctors are never short of patients. If they did not want to continue to expand the hospital's influence, they might not come to the Imperial District to do such activities, even though they are charged.

Mr. Chobaff put down the phone. “If this is what they did, I’m worried they might not just target us.”

The head of the campaign team also looked unhappy. In fact, his plans were indeed very good and targeted.

But alas... it was destroyed.

This kind of destruction has nothing to do with his ability, but it will make people mistakenly think that he is incompetent.

"Qiao, if the other party keeps using tricks like this, I'm afraid we don't have any better solution." He said in a low voice.

"If they also compete with us in a formal way, I guarantee that our strategy will be the best."

"But they don't follow the rules, which means our strategy may face some problems and we need to re-strategize."

Re-strategizing means that all the previous efforts will be wasted, including the money.

This made Jobaf, who was already having financial difficulties, very dissatisfied, but he had no other good ideas at the moment, so he could only nod and agree to him.

But not long after, the bank called again and they started making trouble in the bank too.

When he arrived at the bank, there were already a lot of people gathered there.

Some people were arguing with the manager in charge of approving loans. When Mr. Jobaf approached, he already knew what was going on. He pushed through the crowd and walked in.

Everyone he touched took off their hats to greet him. After all, he was one of the pride of the empire and a banker, so people naturally valued him.

"Gentlemen, if you have any questions, please come to my office to discuss them," Mr. Jobaf invited.

He didn't want to make things too bad, but it was obvious that these people didn't follow his plan.

One of them yelled, "If you can't afford this kind of thing, then don't advertise it everywhere. It's been half a day and no one has met your loan requirements."

"Mr. Jobaf, you are the pride of the Empire, but is this how the pride of the Empire deceives the Empire?"

Mr. Jobaf looked back at the manager and forced a smile, "We can sit down and talk."

The man was very firm. "No, I want to talk to you on the street today. Tell me what's wrong with my business plan and why you reject me!"

Mr. Jobaf looked at the people around him who were watching the fun. He knew that the best way now was to solve the problem in front of everyone.

He had someone bring the plans of these people and took a quick look at them.

It's a very mediocre business plan. If you want to say it's excellent, there's nothing eye-catching about it.

But if you ask me if there are any shortcomings, they obviously don't exist. It's the kind that you can give it to him or not.

Banks don’t have much funds now, so what Mr. Jobaf means is that they will not lend money to those who are not representative.

The man took his plan and read it out loud. The people watching around him had not received any high-level education, and they could only analyze the plan based on their limited abilities.

The plan itself was mediocre, but the wording was powerful enough to make everyone around nod their heads, thinking it was a good plan.

This gave Mr. Jobaf a headache.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to solve these problems first. He had already seen reporters coming.

He looked at the man and said, "I have also carefully read your business plan. It looks ordinary, but you have good abilities. I am willing to give you a chance..."

He had already made a compromise, but that person suddenly disagreed!

"Did you see that we have attracted people's attention now, so you had to approve it against your will?"

"Mr. Jobaf, we regard you as the pride of the Empire, but you seem to be just fooling us like we are fools!"

“Before I came, many people entered your bank with dreams, but when they came out, their dreams were shattered!”

"You can't afford such an activity, you don't have to do it at all, but you shouldn't lie to people!"

These powerful words suddenly made some people around him support him and give him their support.

In front of everyone, this person tore up the plan in his hand and said casually, "Even if I have to beg for food, I will never enter your bank again."

"I used to respect you, Mr. Jobaf, but now you are taking advantage of our kindness just like those federal capitalists. You make me sick!"

Without waiting for Mr. Jobaf to say anything, he turned and left.

What’s even more terrible is that several other people also tore up the documents in their hands, spat, and left.

Some people who were queuing up to submit their proposals looked at the documents in their hands and recalled the one they had just read out, which was not even as good as theirs!
Doesn't this mean that mine is definitely not possible?
When the first person suddenly stopped queuing and left with their dreams, soon others also faced the reality and left the queue.

Mr. Jobaf wanted to stop them but he couldn't. He looked at them with a grim face as they looked at him with dissatisfaction, mockery, and even disgust, and then left.

He knew that his reputation in the Empire District and the prestige he had built up over the years were rapidly fading and collapsing!
(End of this chapter)