Shadow Empire

Chapter 82 Tailors, Unions, and Three Questions
"Mr. Lance, you have a very ideal figure. I promise that the clothes I make will be very beautiful!"

An old tailor from the Empire was measuring Lance's body. He had more money this time, so he planned to make two sets of clothes for each person.

The weather is going to get colder soon. Recently, there is a day after every rain when people can feel the chill of autumn.

Moreover, uniform dress code also greatly promotes the cultivation of "corporate culture". Capitalists have proved that brainwashing does not necessarily require you to take classes.

The old tailor is also from the Empire. His neighbor had immigrated to the Federation before and was said to earn hundreds of dollars a month.

When he returned to the Empire, he told people in an exaggerated tone that in the Federation, you can pick up money even if you lower your head!

This is a place full of opportunities and wealth. Even if you are a fool, as long as you are willing to sell your labor, you will definitely be able to realize your federal dream in the federation!

Some people were skeptical, some believed it firmly, and the old tailor was one of those who believed it firmly.

They had known each other for more than thirty years, and he didn't think his neighbor would cheat him, so despite his family's strong opposition and the deteriorating situation in the empire, he sold everything he had and brought his family to the Federation.

Then he saw a place where his neighbors talked about gold and money, and he even had to rack his brains for a bite to eat.

The neighbor who claimed that he could earn more than 100 yuan a month was actually washing dishes in a restaurant, earning only 22 yuan a month, which included a lunch, and he could choose to work or not.

The old tailor, who had completely severed ties with the empire, lived in a shabby little house with his daughter, son-in-law, and little grandchildren.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the old tailor had skills. He relied on making clothes for others to make a living. His prices were very low and he had some customers.

Originally, Erwin said he wanted to find a federal tailor to make the clothes, but Lance refused.

The clothes made by Federal tailors are a bit... terrible. They incorporate Federal's unique laziness and casualness into the designs, making them a bit loose when worn, and not looking spirited.

On the contrary, the imperial tailors can reflect their most spiritual side, which is tight, slim, and can reflect a sharp and fierce feeling.

"I heard that you also made clothes for the nobles in the empire?"

The old tailor wearing reading glasses, standing on a low stool and measuring Lance's shoulder width, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, a little noble, have you even heard of this?"

"I've heard about it before, and I'm curious, why don't you open a store yourself?"

"Although the federal people don't look down on us, they still yearn for the things of the nobles."

"If you can put up a sign that you work for the royal family or the nobility, people from high society will soon flock to you."

The old tailor's son-in-law helped him down from the low stool. While recording the width of Lance's shoulders, he said, "No matter what you want to do, you must have money first. I have been here for a while, and life here is really terrible."

"You and your friends have kept us fed this month, but we will have to work hard for a living next month. I can't even leave the Imperial District, so how can I tell others that I once served the nobility?"

Lance nodded slightly, "If your craft is really good, I plan to sponsor you."

The old tailor was stunned for a moment, and a little hope appeared in his cloudy eyes. "Are you... serious?"

"You want to support me in opening a tailor shop?"

Lance put on the clothes he came in again, "In the city center!"

"Of course, the premise is that you can make our clothes good enough. After all, it's not a small amount of money."

The old tailor and his son-in-law were so excited that they thanked Lance profusely for his generosity.

Originally they were middle class in the empire, but they didn't expect that after coming here, not only did they not find any gold or money, they even had to starve to death!
Who would ask an old tailor who is not famous in the Federation to make clothes made of expensive fabrics?

Only this kind of customization can really make big money.

Poor people tend to buy cheap second-hand clothes. Although they may not fit well, they are cheap at least.

There are very few people who really need custom-made clothes, and their income is about ten dollars a month. In the past two months, there has been a conflict between indigenous people and illegal immigrants, and his son-in-law can't find a job.

Lance's business saved them in every sense!
Now he said he would help them open a tailor shop, which made the old tailor's eyes red. "You are a kind and good man, Mr. Lance, God will bless you!"

"I hope he won't get sick from blessing me." Seeing the astonishment and bewilderment of the old tailor and his son-in-law, Lance smiled happily and shook hands with him. "In short, there are 37 people, two suits and two windbreakers for each person, and they all need sword collars. Do your best to do these well. We will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future!"

He looked back at those people who were eager to try, and signaled them to line up and not mess around.

Being able to make new clothes is a very happy thing for both the federal people and the imperial people.

Because there are only two of them, the measurement will be a little slower. Fortunately, they were invited to the company by Lance, so there is no need to worry too much about their work speed.

Lance and Erwin walked over and sat down, and Erwin took the initiative to talk about something.

"I heard about something that might not be easy to handle."

Lance looked at him. "What's the matter?" "The union is not happy with our large-scale use of other people's work cards. They think we are disrupting the normal labor market."

The union is definitely not an ordinary thing in the federation, although it is not a thing either.

Many workers will register with local trade unions, which ensures that their rights and interests are highly protected and they do not have to worry about excessive exploitation and oppression.

The unions of this period were strong and healthy, had not yet developed arrogance and conceit, and were relatively clean.

The slogan "Workers' Unity" came from the Federation!

If the unions feel that they are disrupting the labor market, it will definitely be a heavy blow to the current booming law firm business.

Lance thought for a moment, "How many work cards do we have now?"

Sean, the head of the firm, came over and said, "Mr. Lance, as of today, there are more than 3,000 work cards registered in our firm, 3,132 in total."

Sean is a young man from the Empire with very good academic performance. He wears round, narrow-rimmed glasses and was admitted to university in the Empire, but because he had no money to go to university, he chose to return to his hometown to become a teacher.

Then the war broke out, and in order to avoid being sent to the front lines, his family sent him to the Union.

He is not the kind of person who can be cruel to others. He has been learning all his life, so Lance asked him to manage the office temporarily and also made follow-up arrangements for him.

"That's a big number!" Lance affirmed his work results during this period, and then said to Erwin, "Find out who has a problem with us, and then help me make an appointment with them. I'll take care of this matter."

After he said this, he looked at Sean and said, "Sean, our future development will be very rapid, and we need a reliable lawyer, so I plan to send you to school and college, but you have to study law."

Sean was a little surprised, but more of a delight. Lawyers are a very respectable profession both in the Federation and the Empire, and they also have a high social status.

At the same time, this also allowed him to find his own value.

He has been thinking about this problem recently. Others are contributing their own light and heat, but he doesn't seem to have made any practical value, because his current job can be done by anyone who has completed elementary school.

But the sudden good news made him find his direction, but also a little confused. "Lance, I haven't studied for a while. I don't know if I can keep up."

Lance glanced at his watch, "I will get you a tutor. They will help you with your academic problems, as well as problems outside of school."

"Lance, I don't know how to thank you. I will definitely become a great lawyer!"

Lance patted his arm, "But don't give up your work here for now. Wait until I find a new candidate."

As he spoke, Hiram pushed open the back door, stood at the door and knocked. When Lance saw him, he stood up and said to Sean, "Go back to work." Then he glanced at Erwin, and Erwin followed him out the back door.

This is also a small courtyard. Most of the federal buildings are like this. There will be an open space between buildings. Some builders will enclose these open spaces and use them as a "backyard" for external publicity.

But some builders don't care about these empty spaces, no walls, nothing else.

There is a small yard here, about two hundred square meters, with the car parked in the middle. Lawen leaned against the car and smoked, and the door of the warehouse next to it was open.

Lance nodded at him and went into the warehouse.

There needs to be an adaptation period for the light to go from strong to weak. After a few seconds, he saw Jason being hung up.

His face was covered in blood, and Hiram had hit him in the mouth several times so hard that several of his teeth were broken out.

Seeing Lance coming here, he began to beg again, "Mr. Lance, I was wrong. I will give you all the money, and then I will disappear from Jingang City and never come back!"

Lance took out a cigarette, and Hiram immediately took out a match to light it for him, which made Alvin, who was holding the matchbox and trying to pick up a match, stunned for a moment.

He laughed and punched Hiram.

Lance scratched his brow with his finger, "You haven't realized your mistake yet, Jason. Your discomfort with the current situation is just regret that you were caught by us, not that you did anything wrong."

"Because if you really knew you were wrong, you wouldn't say these meaningless words to me."

"Now, a few questions."

"First, where is the remaining money hidden?"

"Second, how many people know that you are suddenly rich?"

"Third, have you ever told anyone how you made the money?"

"Take care of these problems first, and then we'll consider yours."

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(End of this chapter)