Shadow Empire

Chapter 332 Two things

People are hypocritical.

Also very realistic.

One person will not brag about another person for no reason.

Because when you praise another person for being excellent and outstanding, you will make yourself look overshadowed, and you cannot say things like “actually I’m better than him.”

If you say this, all the compliments you received before will turn into sarcasm and will make you offend others.

So most of the time, people won't praise anyone for no reason.

Unless, this person is dead.

You will praise a dead person because he is dead. People should respect the dead and beautify the dead. This is almost a common human trait!
Especially when this person's death is for the benefit of the family, even if he is a bastard, people will still say when talking about him that he is a hero and did what a hero should do!

When people face his widow and children, they will also say "your husband is a hero" or "your father is a hero", and they will also impose some deeds that did not actually happen to these people!

Some things that originally didn't matter whether they were big or small, good or bad, would be brought up several times by them.

This is a very normal... family atmosphere. After all, we are all family members. We can't say that our family members are bad people, right?
And Dover's father did die to protect Paul, so people have even more reason to describe a person who many people may not really understand as a very outstanding person!

Only in this way can he become a role model to inspire the next generation to thrive, just as they hope that Dover can become the next his father and be loyal to the family!
If necessary, even sacrifice his life!
But many times, the beautification of some people's existence has been distorted unknowingly through your words and my words.

Dover's father was indeed a figure in the family, but he could not shake Paul's position as the head of the family. Otherwise, it would not be him who would take the bullet for Paul, but Paul who would take the bullet for him.

So fundamentally, excluding those artificially beautified results, that is what his father should do!

And his father was not qualified to threaten Paul's position.

But in the excessive beautification, Dover's understanding of his father, whom he had almost no memory of, underwent an unimaginable transformation!

He even felt at this moment that if his father had not shot Paul in order to protect Paul.

Maybe the Pasletto family will be inherited by his father in the future, so now he should not be an insignificant little role like "the nephew of the head of the family", but a key role like "the next heir to the family"!

The huge gap in status and the surrounding environment made it difficult for him to feel hatred in his heart more than once!

He always asked, why, why was it his father who died and not Paul, or someone else?

If his father were still alive, would his life from childhood to adulthood have changed even more?
Become freer, more confident, and more powerful!

Paul was always encroaching on his father's position and rights, giving him orders, not letting him do this or that, and punishing him for it!

A thief who stole his father's life and status stood in the position of the head of the family to restrain him. This was his greatest dissatisfaction with the family!

Under the influence of alcohol, emotions reached a subtle level, the more people boasted about his father, the more they sympathized with his current situation, so that he said such a sentence at the wine table!

"If my father hadn't taken a bullet for him, it would be hard to say who would be the boss of the Pasletto family now!"

When he said this, everyone around the booth fell silent!
Some people looked at him in disbelief, brother, we were just joking, why did you take it so seriously?
But some people also showed joy!
Those who have status and prospects in the family have long gone to follow Paul's children, and those who follow Dover do not do so because they really identify with Dover, or because their parents respect and admire Dover's father.

It’s simply because they can’t enter the core circle of the Pasreto family!

Then, surrounding a quasi-marginal figure becomes one of their few options.

If Dover can cheer up, become excellent, and truly enter the core circle, it means that they can also ride on the clipper ship of Dover and enter the core circle of the Pasletto family.

Although many people in the Pasletto family are closely related, even among relatives there are close and distant relatives. Not everyone can own their own business, earn countless money every month, and live like a master in the upper class.

There are also people who wear cheap clothes and work for their families on the streets, doing the most tiring and dirty work for the least money.

Everyone wants to move up, and there's nothing wrong with that.

In the past, Dover seemed to be indifferent and had no ambition, but now, it seems that he is becoming a little more motivated!
"Dover, you should cheer up and show those people in the Pasletto family that you will also have a day to contribute to the family!"

"As long as you can make contributions to the family that others cannot ignore, the next head of the family may not be you!"

These people began to flatter again, just as they did every day before, to make Dover happy so that Dover would keep them with him.

Have money and have free time.

After drinking a glass of wine, the excitement brought by the alcohol makes people forget their sorrows. They drink frequently, say unrealistic words that may be forgotten after a while, and spend time in joy and laughter.

But they feel that this is life.

By midnight, a group of people were already extremely drunk and were staggering as they walked outside, unable to even walk properly.

Dover scratched his crotch, "I'm going to pee."

He pushed away the people who wanted to support him with a silly smile, said a few words "I don't want your support", and then stumbled into the bathroom alone. He found the toilet with difficulty and unzipped his pants.

When he shivered twice and was about to leave, someone stopped him.

"Get out of my way!" He reached for his arms, but he forgot that his gun was left in the car.

"Do you believe it or not, if I... shout you out, you will live in Angel Lake?" He couldn't help but laugh triumphantly as he said this.

Perhaps only by depriving his own kind of life can he feel his own greatness and extraordinaryness.

The man just looked at him calmly, "I want to make friends with you."

"I don't need a friend like you."

"You can't help me with anything."

He could hardly speak clearly. His depressed mood and jealousy made him drink too much alcohol that night without realizing it. He was thankful that the alcohol content of the wine he drank was not high, otherwise he would have been about to leave by now.

"I can make you the next head of the Pasletto family. Do you still think I can't help you?"

"I know you've been eyeing that position for a long time, but you don't have the resources, the manpower, or the courage."

"Whatever you lack, I can help you. This is what I can bring to you, Dover."

He slipped a business card into his breast pocket. "If my proposal interests you, or if you want to do something about the depression your father's death has brought you."

"Then when you sober up and think it through, contact me!" He patted Dover's chest pocket, as if to remind him that the business card was there!

"You only have one chance, Dover. If you miss this chance, that's it for your whole life."

"Like a rotten maggot rolling in alcohol, it will eventually become garbage in people's mouths."

"On one side is a bright future, on the other side is a rotten sinking, you know how to make a choice!"

The man nodded and pushed Dover away and left the bathroom.

After he left, several people suddenly came into the bathroom, cursing at each other.

Just now someone blocked the restroom and wouldn't let them in. If the other person hadn't looked like someone not easy to mess with, they would have taken action long ago.

No one noticed Dover, who looked at himself in the mirror and seemed less drunk.

He turned on the faucet, scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

The feeling of drowning suddenly woke him up. He took a deep breath of air, raised his head with a whistle, looked at himself gasping for breath in the mirror, and suddenly punched himself in the mirror!
"Fuck, this person is sick!"

Someone was startled by the movement and sound of him hitting the mirror, and quickly walked away holding up his pants.

The stinging pain on his fist made it difficult for him to breathe. He looked at his broken self in the mirror, and it seemed that something was changing! He returned to the outside of the bar, and the injury on his hand immediately attracted people's attention. They clamored to make those who hurt Dover feel despair.

However, Dover said that he did it himself.

Some people started bragging about his bravery again. For some reason, Dover, who had been very happy, suddenly felt a little...bored!
The sea breeze blew, and he looked at the dark sea. He suddenly realized that he was no longer the same person as before.

Far away in the direction he was looking, McCock (the captain of the Coast Guard) was sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette.

Lance contacted him again and gave him a time and approximate location. McCock agreed without even thinking about it.

He received 90,000 yuan from the previous cooperation.

He, his father, and his grandfather, three generations combined, have never earned so much money!

But he just... made a move and got the money, and everyone including his confidants gained huge wealth!
Their lives have become different because their choices have put them on a positive path!
Money is indeed the most magical thing in the world. It can solve almost all the troubles people can think of!

The kids got more pocket money and he became a better dad.

His wife received additional household allowance and he became a good husband.

It is worth mentioning that at night he enjoyed treatment that he could not enjoy at other times!

His parents got some money and he became a good son again.

He also bought some things for himself. He had actually tried his best to control his desire to spend money, but he really couldn't control this desire.

He bought a lighter for forty-nine yuan, started smoking cigarettes at 49 cents a pack, wore leather shoes for thirty-nine yuan, and the seemingly insignificant clothes he was wearing cost a total of one hundred yuan!

Low-key and luxurious, this is how he positions himself. In fact, he has always wanted to buy a gold watch, but he could never make up his mind.

Now that I have money, I dare not buy it because it is too eye-catching.

Logically speaking, the money Lance had given him was enough, but for some reason, when Lance told him that these people were going to take delivery again, he couldn't help it.

Not only he couldn't help it, but everyone on the boat couldn't help it.

This time three more people joined the team, and they had a very good relationship with him. He would let these three people kill the people on the boat so that they would not betray him.

The armed ship had been drifting on the sea for a day, and everyone was gathering their strength for the evening's work.

McCock called the three new recruits into the captain's cabin, where he gave them cigarettes and asked them to light them with their own lighters.

A beautiful and high-end silver shell lighter. Although silver is not particularly valuable, when it is made into a commodity, its price is not just the price of the silver itself.

"The lighter is really handy, how much does it cost?"

McCock took it back and lit a cigarette himself, "Forty-nine."

The three people had different expressions, but basically they all contained some shock.

"Have you made a lot of money recently? You can afford such an expensive lighter?"

This kind of talk is actually the most common state of ordinary people when they know that a small item carried by those rich people is equivalent to their salary for a month, several months, or even several years.

His first thought was, are these people crazy?
Is there anyone who would buy something that is obviously overpriced?

Then they will think, it’s not like I can’t afford it, I can afford it, but I won’t buy it because I’m not a fool.

This kind of self-comfort is actually quite useful. It can really soothe people's emotions, especially when they feel that their "ability to afford" is the same as rich people's "ability to afford", their mood will obviously be much better.

McCock smiled mysteriously, "Don't you want to know where I got the money?"

All three of them moved closer, "From where?"

He did not answer immediately, but asked in a teasing but serious tone, "Before I answer your question, I have to ask you, do you have the guts to kill someone?"

Someone answered quickly, "Dare, why not?"

Others were slow to answer, "Kill whom?"

McCock took a deep puff of his cigarette. "Smugglers are dangerous. They break the law and disrupt public order."

"Kill them, and then everything on their ship will be ours!"

"You don't know, most of these smuggling ships are carrying liquor, one ship can be worth hundreds of thousands or even millions..."

The three people's breathing became heavier and heavier, but some of them were a little hesitant, "What if someone finds out..."

McCock sneered, "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who would know?"

In fact, when this sentence was said, some of the three had already noticed that something was wrong, but now they were on the boat and there was no point in saying anything, so they immediately expressed their desire to join.

The other two joined in without hesitation, and McCock didn't care whether they were sincere or not.

Once they kill someone and divide the money, what does it matter if they don’t really mean it?
Money will shut them up, Lance will shut them up!

Soon they arrived at the location provided by Lance, and after patrolling for a while, they indeed found a cargo ship drifting on the sea.

Just like last time, they rushed forward and fired wildly at the people on the deck from above.

The bullets were drowned out by the sound of the surging waves and could not be heard at all. The killing was completed in a very short time.

They found several people who had been shot in the cabin. One of them stared at them with hatred in his eyes. "Luigi will avenge us."

McCock walked over and stuffed the gun into the man's mouth. He stared into the man's eyes and said, "Even if he comes, he must die!"

The scene was quickly cleaned up and the body was thrown into the water. Then McCock had someone drive the boat to the place he and Lance had agreed to meet.

This time the transaction was obviously more relaxed and there was more trust between the two parties.

Lance didn't give him any money on the spot, and he didn't ask for it, which made it convenient for him to take more money.

Lance gave him a price of 100,000 for this batch of goods, but in fact, if these wines were broken up and sold in the bar, they could be sold for at least 200,000.

He is not a philanthropist, he also needs to make money, and McCock can accept this price.

The group completed the night patrol with some trepidation, and when they reported back to the Coast Patrol the next day, McCock was gathered with them in the parking lot.

In front of these people, he opened his car and found two large travel bags in the trunk.

He opened one of them at random, and everyone fell silent.

It was money, countless amounts of money, folded up, tied with rubber bands, and piled together randomly, two large bags of money!

He took people to a remote place and started to divide the money according to his rules. No one had any objections, and some people even asked when the next time would be.

McCock lit a cigarette with his forty-nine-dollar lighter, faced the sea breeze, looked back at his friends who were putting money into their pockets, and smiled.

"As long as it's a valuable commodity, he wants it!"

This time, not only was a batch of goods lost, but the person who received the goods on the federal side became furious again. Gao Li even called Luigi personally and told him that they would no longer cooperate!
This made Luigi so angry that he smashed everything in the office. Bloodshot covered the whites of his eyes. What he wanted to figure out most now was one thing.

Who robbed his goods and killed his people!

(End of this chapter)