shadow empire

"Uncle Bolton, I heard that you bought this house yourself, not rented it, right?"

Lance looked at the water glass on the table without any intention of touching it. Mr. Bolton was always expecting him to take a sip and then prove his point by saying, "Well, was I right? The tap water here has no peculiar smell and is sweet."

He had to change the subject, and once he did, it was something Mr. Bolton could not ignore.

The corners of Mr. Bolton's mouth curled up uncontrollably, and the facial muscles that were originally trying to show colour finally collapsed into a not-so-serious smile. Even his desire to get Lance's approval on the sweet taste of tap water was ignored.

"gellard told you all this?"

"It looks like you two are really good friends!"

He took a deep breath, feeling like "I've been discovered by you, I have to admit this", "Yes, that's right, I bought this apartment."

"You may not know what I went through when I first came here, but no matter what, I grew up with this city, and it gave me the best gift in return."

"I bought a house, got married (although I divorced), had insurance and a work permit, so I didn't have to worry about the emperor's soldiers dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night, giving me a gun that didn't fire, and asking me to be loyal to the royal family."

"The only thing I need to do is to work hard and then get paid!"

When he said this, he couldn't help laughing a few more times. "I'm not bragging, Lance. This is the federal dream. It shines into my life. I also hope that you can become someone like me."

"Be diligent, work hard, and be able to endure hardships. This society will reward you with everything. If it hasn't happened yet, it will only come later. No matter how late, it will definitely come. This is the Federation!"

"If you work hard, you will get something in return!" His pious and holy look as if he was preaching to the country farmers made Lance feel a little nauseous.

"You are such an amazing person!" Lance complimented reluctantly, which made Mr. Bolton laugh even louder and more unscrupulously.

He likes to share his greatest success with others, everything he wants to show off urgently, now that he has succeeded.

"You can do that, buy a property here, build a life here and get immigration status."

"As long as you are willing to work hard and down to earth!"

He paused and wiped the white saliva from the corners of his mouth because he talked too much. "I haven't asked you yet, what kind of job do you do, Lance?"

He gave Lance an obvious "I'm checking you out" and "I can see you're wearing nice clothes" gesture, looking Lance over again from top to bottom.

Lance remained polite and smiled. "I work for some local people. It's not the traditional kind of work. I handle some tough stuff for them, and then they pay me."

The smile on Mr. Bolton's face, which was originally quite abundant, suddenly became less.

Most of the workers who honestly and actively cooperate with the capitalists in exploitation and oppression do not like what Lance says.

This represents instability and risk, and is not the life he wants to live.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff. It wasn't Mr. Bolton's fault. Most ordinary people were actually reluctant to have anything to do with gang affairs.

"That's good," he responded. He already wanted Lance to leave and he even made a big move to look at the clock hanging on the door leading to the bedroom.

Lance seemed to be unaware of it, "I have only been here for a short time, so I don't know much about the situation in LOS City."

"Uncle Bolton, you have lived here for a long time, so you must know this place very well. I wonder if you can introduce me to the life of the imperial people here?"

Mr. Bolton seemed a little hesitant, but considering that Lance might also join the gang, he finally couldn't refuse.

"There are approximately 30,000 Imperial citizens who have obtained ID cards in LOS City. The rest are...illegal immigrants."

"We, the imperial immigrants who have obtained our identity cards, gather at St. Nayes Cathedral on weekends."

"I've heard of other people having some gatherings, but I haven't been to any."

He thought for a while, "Since you and Gerald are good friends, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't get in touch with the people in Camille's gang."

When Lance asked about this "Camille Gang," Mr. Bolton stopped talking.

At the same time, he said it was getting late and he still had work to do, so Lance had no choice but to get up and say goodbye.

Although I didn't see Little Red Riding Hood, I did get some understanding of the imperial people living here.

As for the Camille Gang that Mr. Bolton mentioned, Lance wasn't quite sure what it had done, but he already had a guess in his mind -

The person who can cause you a fatal injury is often the one you least expect.

People are always extremely vigilant and cautious when dealing with enemies, and only when facing their own people will they relax their vigilance and then stab them in the heart.

Fortunately, the weekend is just one day away, which gives Mr. Anderson a good time to think about whether he should pay off his debts.

In the afternoon, Lance went to the company. He told Alvin that it was okay to betray Mr. Coty, but he still had to talk to him after all.

When he came to the company this time, everyone greeted him.

People with ability will be welcomed and valued everywhere. Even the beautiful front desk lady who was painting her toenails at the door took the initiative to look up and say "hi" to Lance.

Fordyce wasn't there, he was out at work, so Lance went straight to Mr. Coty's office, where he was on the phone.

In order not to offend others, he did not enter Mr. Coty's office, but waited at the door until a voice from inside greeted him, and then he went in.

"Sorry, the call took a little long. It's almost the end of the month."

The second quarter is coming to an end and the third quarter is about to begin. At this time, some companies will try to borrow money everywhere in order to make their accounts look good and fool their investors and shareholders.

This is also a busier period of each quarter for finance companies and banks, as most business is done overnight, three days, five days, or one week.

The interest rate was very high. Alberto had just negotiated a short-term loan for a week. He spent $200,000, and one week later the other party paid him $215,000 including principal and interest.

It seems that the interest rate is not very high, only 15,000 yuan, but in fact, this amount of interest is really not small.

This company has a good reputation and sufficient collateral, and they will sign a formal loan contract that has legal effect.

Even at this time, Alberto really hoped that the other party would not pay back the money or could not pay back the money, so that he would be qualified to legally plunder the other party's property through judicial means.

He was in a good mood!

"Sit down, Anderson called me, you did a great job." He opened the cigarette box and turned it around so that Lance could take a cigarette from it.

"The dirty words he said on the phone were dirtier than the dirtiest woman I've ever seen. I'm a little angry now."

"I'm considering whether to really get the money back or find a way to vent my anger. Lance, what do you think?"

After completing the first order and getting Anderson to call him, Lance's personal abilities have been fully demonstrated.

Alberto really wanted to know what Lance would choose.

Lance said without much hesitation, "No one can resist money. If I were you, Mr. Coty, I would take back the money that belongs to me and then vent my anger."

Alberto clapped his hands, very satisfied with Lance's answer, "You're right, I won't go against money..." He hesitated for a while, "Do you have any follow-up ideas?"

Lance did not hide his thoughts. "Mr. Anderson cares a lot about his restaurant, so I plan to continue working on the restaurant side."