Shadow Empire

Chapter 71 Investment and Wage Arrears

It is common for gunfights to break out in Jingang City at night, but it is rare for such a fierce gunfight to break out in broad daylight.

Although it is short, this is the port area, one of the three areas with the most people in Jingang City.

In less than an hour, almost half of the people in Jingang City knew that the Brotherhood Gang had a gunfight with someone in front of their company in broad daylight, and Jimmy left after being shot.

The gunman who wounded him died in the alley.

In the room, Mr. Jobaf rested his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands under his chin, and was thinking in an uncomfortable posture, as if he was constipated.

He had heard the news and knew that it was done by the killer he asked his assistant to find.

The result was very unsatisfactory.

The assistant was on the phone to finally confirm the matter. After a long while, the call ended and he looked a little embarrassed.

Mr. Qiaobafu straightened up. "Although I don't really want to hear these things, which will increase my risk, but I still want to know, what kind of rubbish did you find?"

"You can't even do such a small thing?"

The assistant knew Mr. Jobaf too well, they had worked together for many years, so he could hear the suppressed anger in Mr. Jobaf's tone.

He always thought that finding a killer and then killing a gangster thug was a very common thing and it was almost impossible to go wrong.

I'm not asking you to assassinate the president, and even if you do, not every president can escape the assassination.

This was just a small-time figure, but he failed inexplicably. When he heard that "they were shooting at each other across half the street in traffic," Mr. Jobaf's head was buzzing.

"I need an explanation."

The assistant opened his mouth, wanting to say that they… had indeed found an unreliable person, but he didn't know how to explain the role played by his nephew.

Finally, I could only sigh and say, "This is my problem."

Mr. Jobaf glanced at him sideways, "Now it's not a question of who will be the one, but whether we will be exposed."

The assistant pursed his lips and explained seriously, "Mr. Qiaobafu, I can guarantee that we have not told anyone where the money came from."

"And...if necessary, I will let him take the initiative..."

The assistant was in a bit of pain. If his nephew came forward and took the initiative to say that he was the one who found him, it would mean that fierce revenge from the Brotherhood would ensue.

His nephew could not resist such retaliation and would most likely be killed in ritual revenge.

This ritual killing is very painful, and the victim has to endure inhuman torture before being executed.

Almost all gangs have their own ritual killing methods, and some gangs call this "glory killing" to convey a message to their own people and the outside world that they are terrible!
Mr. Jobaf raised his hand. "Your nephew is from the Empire. Jimmy just took thirty thousand dollars from me. If you think that if you let him say that he did it, the matter will end here, then you are too naive."

In fact, he still had some thoughts that he hadn't said. Perhaps his assistant knew very well that he couldn't let an Imperial citizen come out and do this. No matter who it was, as long as he was an Imperial citizen, he would be implicated.

While they were discussing countermeasures, the phone suddenly rang, causing Mr. Jobaf, who was highly concentrating, to tremble slightly.

After several seconds, he calmed down and said, "Go answer the phone."

The assistant was also startled. He came to his senses, walked to the phone and answered it. Then Jimmy's cordial greetings to Mr. Jobaf were heard from the other end.

"Tell Old Joe that this matter is not over yet. He not only hurt me, but also the entire Brotherhood. Tell him to quickly find someone to see if there is anyone willing to help him before our revenge comes!"

"Polly is very angry. I promise, he will die a horrible death!"

"It's not just him!"

The call was hung up quickly, without even giving them a chance to explain. After listening to it, Mr. Jobaf was silent for a long time. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the Jingang City covered in golden light. After a moment's struggle, his eyes became firm again.

"Please contact the mayor for me and tell him I want to talk to him about investment."

The assistant turned around to make a phone call, feeling very uncomfortable.

When people in Jingang City talk about the mayor, they think he is young, infectious, and does a good job here. Although the development of Jingang City did not start with him, he has indeed done a good job in the past few years and many people support him.

With his outstanding achievements here, he has the foundation to continue to climb up. It is said that there are bigwigs in Congress supporting him.

There are rumors that he will most likely enter the state legislature next and play an important role, which also means that he will soon get a ticket to senior federal politics.

So, like Mr. Jobaf, he didn't want any stain on himself.

But at the same time, as a politician, he needs money and he needs support.

They had talked about this at an investment promotion party before, and the mayor hoped that he could invest in several projects, and he could choose any one of them. He also attached great importance to the mayor's line, but after returning and asking someone to investigate, he found that these investment projects were almost all infrastructure projects.

It’s not that there is no profit, there is, but the cycle of recovering costs and making a profit is too long.

After a long period of time and inflation, it remains to be seen whether it is truly profitable.

Moreover, the initial investment is huge, at least 200,000 yuan. Taking many comprehensive factors into consideration, he privately stated that he could give some political donations to the mayor personally, but he was not very willing to invest in these projects.

The mayor did not continue to discuss this with him and also declined questions about personal donations.

Even though Mr. Jobaf said that he would do it properly, even the Federal Savings Bank and the IRS would not be able to find out.

After that, the connection between the two became much weaker, after all, they were not on the same "channel".

And this time, he must have a powerful person to intimidate these gang members and protect his interests!
Then the line that was once lost becomes one of the few options!

The call was quickly connected. The mayor was very much looking forward to Mr. Jobaf's invitation and said he had time the day after tomorrow evening. The two sides also agreed on the time and place.

After asking his assistant to leave, Mr. Jobaf was filled with anger and helplessness, but even more helplessness!
He had seen too many ugly Federation people over the years, and was also a little... angry about his identity as an Imperial. If possible, he wanted to become a true Federation person more than anyone else.

But he can't do these things, at least not now, so before he can do them, he has to maintain his image as "the pride of the empire."

Being exploited and hurt is not just something that happens to the lower class people. Mr. Jobaf also experiences it, but the forces he faces are much bigger and more difficult to deal with.

On the other side, Alvin brought a short man to Lance's office.

"This is Hiram, my cousin's classmate."

"This is our boss, Mr. Lance."

Hiram looked to be about 1.7 meters tall, which was not considered tall for that period, but definitely not short either, and was an average height.

But he looked a little thin, maybe just over 100 pounds, wearing a not very clean shirt and a pair of high-waisted blue denim overalls.

He has long hair, and he shakes his head from time to time to push aside the hair that blocks his vision. He looks honest, but also a little stupid.

"Mr. Lance," he shouted after Erwin, and lowered his head to show his respect to Lance.

Lance looked at Erwin, who motioned for Hiram to speak out some of his thoughts.

"Mr. Lance, it's like this, recently..." He glanced at Erwin, "We have all heard that you are the most successful and capable among us young people."

"We recently encountered a very unfair thing. The place where I work refused to pay us because we are illegal immigrants."

"After thinking about it, I realized that maybe only you can help us, so I asked Erwin and came here."

Lance repeated, "We?"

Hiram nodded and said, "Yes, there are eight of us in total, all illegal immigrants from the Empire."

"Have you rented a work card?"

Hiram shook his head, "No."

Lance probably knew the situation.

Working with a rented work card is a manifestation of compliance with the rules.

But there is another situation, which is complete disregard of federal laws and regulations. One dares to recruit and the other dares to do it. It depends on whether the hiring party has any shame.

If they are shameless, these illegal immigrants will definitely have no place to seek redress. Even if they call the police, it will not cause any substantial harm to the employers.

Pay a fine.

But for illegal immigrants, failure to comply with federal laws may result in not only deportation, but also jail time before deportation.

So even if some people have been cheated, they dare not make it public, because compared to losing a month's salary, deportation or imprisonment are consequences they are unwilling to face.

This has led to a small number of capitalists doing this unscrupulously.

"What do you want me to do?"

Lance asked, "Can I contact your boss to get your wages back, and then report him after you leave, or beat him up?"

Hiram smiled innocently, "It's like this, Mr. Lance, because I have been working in the warehouse, I know that his warehouse is full of wine recently..."

(End of this chapter)