Shadow Empire

Chapter 676 When the Temptation is Great Enough

After tidying up his clothes, Lance knocked on the door of Admiral Miles' office, three times.

The door was soon opened, and Admiral Miles was sitting in his large chair. Standing behind the door was a young man who looked very similar to him.

"Mr. Lance, please come in!" The young man knew who he was and invited him in.

Lance took off his hat before entering the room and saying thank you.

"Just give it to me." The young officer seemed very polite. He looked like a major, but a major was able to work in Admiral Miles' office, so he was obviously not an ordinary officer.

Lance thanked him again, handed over his coat and hat, and then walked towards the desk.

When he was almost at the desk, Admiral Miles stood up by the armrest of the chair, stretched out his hand and shook Lance's, "What is it that you want to see me so late?"

It was already half past eight, and if Lance hadn't come to see him, he would have gone back to bed long ago.

"Forgive me for being blunt, I'm not one of those politicians. We can skip those meaningless processes."

Lance nodded in agreement, not that he really thought what Admiral Miles said was what he truly expressed or thought.

Many soldiers say that they are not politicians, do not use politicians' tricks, and speak directly.

In fact, the reason why they behave like this is not because they don’t know how to be polite, to exchange pleasantries, or to beat around the bush, but because you are not worthy of them.

If they meet with senior generals of the Department of Defense, generals of the same level, and even senators, Mr. President, I guarantee that they will be more like politicians than politicians.

This is actually a different kind of political respect.

Lance is just a gang leader. Although he can bring a lot of benefits and wealth to Miles, it does not mean that Lance is so important in his mind that he needs to treat Lance as a person of the same class.

This is like the chairman of a listed company. He will not be polite and talk about irrelevant things when he meets the company's cleaning staff, and then tell him that there was a water stain in the corridor that was not cleaned yesterday.

The cleaning lady has no right to ask the president to do that, so the president will show inhuman indifference and act as if he is doing his job impartially.

Of course, this does not mean that Lance is completely worthless. If he was completely worthless, he would not have met Admiral Miles so late, nor would he have come to Admiral Miles' office.

No matter which world he is in, Lance has always risen from a small role, and his unrealistic ideas have long been shattered by the society's repeated heavy blows.

He will not ask for impossible respect, nor will he feel that if he cannot get it, others will look down on him.

He smiled and took out the prepared envelope, then placed it on the table, pressed it with one finger, and pushed it over.

The sound of the envelope rubbing against the table made people feel comfortable and relieved. Admiral Miles's puzzled gaze stayed on Lance's face for a moment, and then fell on the envelope.

He picked up the envelope but didn't open it immediately. He shook it. The material of the check was obviously different from ordinary paper and it made a slight clattering sound. "What's inside?"

Lance didn't say anything, but raised his right hand and made a gesture inviting him to open it. Admiral Miles was not worried that Lance would harm him. He opened the envelope and poured out the contents.

When he saw clearly that it was a check and the number on it, the lines on his face became much softer than before. He first held the check in both hands and looked at it, then turned it over so that it was facing Lance.

"I do not really get it!"

Lance crossed his legs and leaned back slightly in his chair, "Another share."

"Divided!" Admiral Miles raised his eyebrows, "About what?"

"prostitute."

This word made the admiral's expression suddenly freeze, and then he laughed twice. He put the check back on the table and said, "We have never discussed this business."

Lance nodded slightly. "Although we haven't discussed this, this money can actually be said to come from military expenditures."

"I calculated that I should get this amount of profit by the end of the month, so I took it in advance. After all, it's the New Year."

Yes, the Chinese New Year is coming. It is already late December and there are only a few days left until the Chinese New Year.

There are many things that require money during the New Year. With this money, Admiral Miles' other accounts will not need frequent capital flows, and he will only have a total of 50,000 yuan at his disposal.

He won't refuse.

But he was concerned about something else, "Every month?"

Lance spread his hands slightly, "Every month, if we do something, the share will actually be a little bit higher."

"Seventy to eighty thousand, or even a hundred thousand is possible."

Admiral Miles was finally moved at this time. If a few hundred thousand a year just made him feel good, then millions a year would be another matter.

He glanced at the young officer who was still standing by the door and said, "Go outside and see if the kids are slacking off. Lock the door."

Although there are some things that he can know, he cannot know too many details.

The young officer naturally had no objection, and then said goodbye to Admiral Miles and Lance and left the room.

"He is my nephew, my sister's son, and a nice young man." Admiral Miles explained, and considering the share of more than one million, his mood became more lively.

"You two should be of the same age, but he is much worse than you. He can't go out and be a chief officer himself, so he can only follow me."

He explained the young man's identity so that Lance didn't need to worry too much, and at the same time he praised Lance a little, killing two birds with one stone.

Look, who said that the Admiral is not good at these false courtesies and political courtesies?

It’s just a question of whether it’s suitable, not whether it can be done.

Lance smiled and nodded, "A very energetic young man."

But that was all. "You just said... it could be millions a year. Tell me your ideas. If you have any other difficulties, we'll see how to solve them."

The profit of three or five hundred thousand is not worth him doing much, but millions is enough for him to do something.

Lance did not immediately say what he wanted, but asked, "Your Excellency Admiral, I think that for the soldiers, this behavior cannot be regarded as a simple venting of anger."

"Military life is very boring, with huge physical and psychological pressures. Healthy physical and mental problems are related to their performance in daily training and on the battlefield."

"Is there anything wrong with my statement?"

Admiral Miles thought about it seriously for the sake of the money and shook his head. "No problem, you are right."

Lance smiled more, "Then we can't regard it as a call-up, but as a form of treatment to maintain the mental and physical health of the soldiers, and it should be funded by the military."

Admiral Miles was a little unfocused a moment ago, but as soon as these words came out, it was like a bomb exploded in his mind!

His mind went blank for a moment, and the way he looked at Lance was not as if he was looking at a human being, but as if he was looking at a psychopath, a lunatic!
But he had to admit that what Lance said was right!
Lance continued, "Look, every soldier has the opportunity to receive psychological counseling. Who will pay for the psychological counseling?"

Admiral Miles' mind was frozen at this moment, and he could only answer instinctively, "Military expenditure."

Sometimes dangerous situations may occur during live-fire training, and some soldiers may suffer psychological breakdown, so they need intervention from psychologists.

Lance smiled and said, "Yes, military spending."

"In some ways there is no difference between a psychologist and a girl who provides pleasure, both charge by the session or by the time."

"The girls can also provide the comforting effect that psychologists provide. They can pay for the treatment of psychologists through military funds."

"It may cost more than ten dollars or even more to arrange a psychological intervention for a soldier, and sometimes more than once."

"And if that money was used to pay for those girls to do this, they could go once a week!"

Admiral Miles finally came to his senses. He looked at Lance with eyes that seemed to tell him that he wanted to open his brain to see what was inside. Lance didn't care whether he understood or not, and continued, "Not every soldier is so eager for sex, or some of them prefer to save their income for some reason, so their desire to spend will be very low."

"But what if we made it a 'munitions' for them to see girls, so they didn't have to pay extra, and gave them vouchers for four or five visits?"

Some soldiers are dominated by desires, but some resist desires. If these soldiers who resist desires do not consume, they will not generate profits or rebates.

But what if they don’t have to pay now?

Just like the daily necessities and even cigarettes that the army distributes to them every month without them having to pay for them themselves, would they refuse?
Of course they won’t refuse!
This method directly expanded the demand market, and Admiral Miles couldn't help but take a breath again.

"If we calculate that the monthly expenditure on this aspect is 10 yuan, then the monthly expenditure on this aspect for an army of 100,000 people is 1 million yuan."

"General, you can get 25% of this one million."

He also kindly explained, "The remaining 50% is the girls' money. This income is actually not much for this job."

Admiral Miles really thought and understood according to his thoughts. He nodded and said, "I understand. It costs five dollars for a dance in a strip club. If you want to dance, it's fifteen or twenty."

It seems that he goes there often. If you change into plain clothes, who the hell will know whether you are a general or an ordinary person?

It’s good to have life experience, which makes it easier for Lance to explain these structures. “Of the remaining 25%, 10% is currently handed over to those who are specifically responsible for maintaining order.”

“The remaining 15 percent was earned by me.”

Admiral Miles nodded again, "That makes sense. You make the most money from your business, but I really can't find any fault with it."

"This way, you can get a rebate of 250,000 yuan every month, which is 3 million yuan a year."

Admiral Miles, who had no reaction at first, had his pupils shrink again. Then he couldn't help but take out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and gave one to Lance.

"You mean... I can get three million?"

"One year?"

Lance constantly made him confused about the world. Is making money really that fucking easy?

In fact, this kind of behavior has always existed in the federal army, and there are special people arranged internally to provide physical catharsis for the soldiers.

With the progress of society, the first and second failed feminist movements broke out, and eventually this department was abolished.

Therefore, in terms of pushing this matter through, there is no problem at all. Even if it is difficult for the Ministry of National Defense to say anything, he can just apply for a new budget himself and have a non-written discussion with the Ministry of National Defense, and they will definitely approve it.

Two dollars per time is just the market price, and the Ministry of Defense will not make things difficult for him for this part of the cost which amounts to several million dollars a year.

Military spending on those useless psychologists costs millions a year.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was really a good idea!
Lance waited for him to think for several minutes before continuing, "What if the number of qualified naval bases remains at 200,000?"

"General, six million a year."

"Fuck!" Admiral Miles suddenly cursed, and the ashes of his cigarette fell on his desk because of his excited actions and emotions. "You are a fucking genius, Lance!"

He could no longer sit still. As the closest deep-water port to the Tanfit continent, the Jingang City Naval Base must be the front line of the navy.

In their plan, they didn't just think of a garrison of 100,000 or 200,000 troops, they thought of more!

How could he sit back and relax when he thought about his annual income of tens of millions?

Lance watched him stand up and walk back and forth, knowing that he had completely impressed the general. After all, even Senator Cleveland could not resist the temptation of an annual income of tens of millions!
Not to mention, who dares to cause trouble for senior military generals who are more independent and authoritarian than government officials? Who can cause trouble for them?
He felt at ease taking the money without having to worry about any trouble!
This is definitely a big business!

Lance then added, "In fact, we can provide not only sex but also everything the soldiers need."

"I was thinking about a question before I came here, General, do you think that soldiers need to consume alcohol?"

"One bottle of wine is enough for them to sleep with two or three hundred girls. If everyone is allowed one bottle per month..."

"Fuck!" Admiral Miles couldn't help cursing again, "Tell me, Lance, what's that number?"

His eyes were already slightly red.

"According to the price of ordinary whiskey, 750 milliliters is 200 yuan. For 100,000 soldiers, that would be 20 million yuan."

"I can give you a 10% commission, which is two million, one month, one hundred thousand people!"

"Because this matter still needs a lot of help, and it also needs the approval of Congress and the Ministry of Defense, and even the President."

"So 10 percent is what I can guarantee. If conditions permit, I will make it more."

The Admiral walked across the table and sat down next to Lance. He looked at Lance and said, "You're not kidding me, are you?"

Of course Lance wasn't kidding him, "Why would I joke with you?"

"General, I am a member of the Federation. I am willing to do something for the Federation and its people. I am also willing to make some money on this basis, and I am even more willing to make friends like you."

"At the same time, I also believe in one thing, that is, everyone can make money!"

"Of course, we can't push this forward in the short term because the prohibition order from Congress is blocking us."

"But once the war breaks out, this will work!"

Admiral Miles stared at Lance intently, and after confirming that he was not avoiding his gaze out of guilt, he grabbed his wrist and said, "Okay, it won't take long!"

"If you can really accomplish this..." He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and his expression became particularly serious, "You will be my Miles' best friend, and the Miles family's best friend!"

For the sake of a possible 30 million kickbacks, even God would come down to be friends with Lance, not to mention Admiral Miles, who has a hard time making money to begin with!

Lance couldn't help but laugh, the kind that made him laugh out loud, "Haven't we always been friends?"

Admiral Miles was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, "Yes, we have always been friends!"

The more he looks at Lance, the more he likes him. Of course, this is also related to the huge rebates Lance promised.

After his emotions calmed down a little, Lance reminded him, "I am more anxious about the wine than you are, because this is my main business, but you can't relax on the physiological and psychological counseling side."

"After all, this money is real and can be obtained immediately, what do you think?"

Admiral Miles also came out of his frenzy and excitement. He lit another cigarette, nodded, and without saying that he wanted to go back to sit down, he sat in the chair next to Lance.

"Good, what are you going to do?"

Lance repeated his idea, "I will separate an area in the north of the base and set up a naval club."

“It’ll have everything that most clubs have, including the girls.”

"When the time comes, you just need to issue them the vouchers."

Admiral Miles was a little confused. "If we use military expenditure, can't we just pay them according to the proportion?"

Lance shook his head. "That's not a good idea. Some girls are more popular, and some are less popular."

"If the popular and unpopular people get paid the same amount, it will make them slack off and hate their jobs, and our soldiers will not be able to get real comfort."

"So at the end of each month, I would settle accounts with them based on the receipts."

"As for the name of the project itself, let's use 'Physical Therapy'!"

(End of this chapter)