Alberto immediately became interested when he heard about the manure suction truck. "Are you going to fill his restaurant with manure?"
"That's a really good idea. Who the hell wants to eat in a cesspool?"
Lance denied the possibility, "As much as I hate to disappoint you, if we pour manure into the restaurant, we will be breaking the law."
"The fine, the cleaning up of the mess, and maybe even an apology in the newspaper could cost you more than the money he owes you."
Alberto thought about it and agreed with Lance's opinion. What he wanted was money and relief, not compensation and apology.
"So what are you going to do?"
Lance didn't say it directly, "If you have nothing to do around 5:30, you can come over here. I believe he will beg for mercy soon."
"Okay, I'll be there early. Give me a surprise, Lance!"
"If you call this number, he will get you a septic tank truck full of manure."
Seeing that Alberto was about to hang up the phone, Lance quickly asked, "Are you interested in a share in the restaurant?"
Alberto was stunned for a moment. "Although this restaurant is very profitable, I know nothing about running a restaurant and I'm not very interested in it."
Since he wasn't interested, Lance didn't say anything more. In fact, this restaurant still had great value.
After hanging up the phone, Lance followed the number Alberto gave him and found a health service company that contracted an area.
One of their jobs is to suck the faeces and urine from public toilets into suction trucks and then transport them to special places for treatment.
This kind of work is okay when the weather is cold, but it's really frustrating to do it in the summer!
Even if you don't touch the straw of the septic tank suction truck yourself, just sitting in the cab will make you smell like septic tank after a trip.
So most of the time, the septic tank suction trucks work in the middle of the night.
Lance had a brief conversation and then went to where the septic tank truck was parked. The driver was standing under the shade of a tree.
When he saw Lance coming, he had no intention of shaking hands, "You definitely don't want to shake hands with me. Scientists say that people who do this kind of work are covered in E. coli."
He laughed at himself first, then asked, "So, sir... is there anything I can do for you?"
Lance looked at the septic tank truck and said, "I have a job tonight that requires your cooperation. All losses will be charged to the company. You should trust Mr. Coty."
The driver did not deny it. "Mr. Coty is certainly trustworthy, but what do you need me to do?"
Lance took two steps closer and whispered about what he needed to do that night...
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Alberto, who could no longer sit still, shouted at the top of his voice, "Has that bastard Fordis come back?"
"Call him and urge him, I need him to go out with me!"
More than ten minutes later, Fordyce came back from outside, sweating all over his forehead. "This damn weather is getting hotter and hotter. What do you need me to do, boss?"
Alberto put on his clothes, a thin casual suit, which was the most peculiar thing about the Federals.
They seem to have no concept of seasons when it comes to dressing. It is possible that they are walking outside in formal clothes in the summer, but it is also possible that they are wearing shorts in the snowy winter.
Of course, for the sake of decency or fashion, they don't care about seasons at all.
Fordyce frowned, "Should I bring a gun?"
"Gun?" Alberto stared at him with wide eyes. "Of course we should bring it. We are not going to the presidential palace, so why not?"
"You drive. Lance said there will be a good show for me to watch later. I can't wait!"
Fordis drove Alberto to the cafe that Lance told him about. As soon as they entered, they saw Lance sitting by the window, reading a magazine.
Seeing Alberto coming in, Lance stood up to greet him.
He ordered two glasses of iced orange juice and sat next to Lance, "So...what are you going to show me?"
Lance glanced at his watch. "Mr. Anderson's restaurant officially opens at 5:30, but there won't be many people at first, so I scheduled the show for 5:45."
"Some businesses around here have already closed around six o'clock, and people are starting to look for places to eat, so this is the perfect time, and we have to wait a while."
Alberto shrugged. "You're the director. You have the final say."
Lance asked another question at this time, "Mr. Coty, I noticed that there are provisions in federal law regarding usury."
Alberto nodded slightly after listening to this, "So?"
"So technically, Mr. Alberto, your business is illegal."
Alberto did not deny it. "Yes, so even if we signed a contract with Anderson, he could still tear up the contract and not pay us any principal or interest. We have no other choice but to cause trouble for him."
Although the federal government had already enacted legislation to control usury during this period, it had not yet taken the issue fully seriously.
The current tax rate is high, consumption levels are constantly rising, and people do not have enough money.
This is why even banks have begun to proactively provide various credit loans to ordinary people, because people really do not have money.
It seems that the economy is developing rapidly, but if we trace its roots, we will find that this rapid development is largely based on over-consumption.
Once consumption begins to decline, the entire federal economy will be hit hard.
So even though the federal government knows the harm that usury does to society, in order to allow people to have money to spend and not cause trouble for the government, their control over usury is not that strong.
As long as no one is killed or the incident does not spread more widely, they will not take the initiative to interfere.
There are almost several financial companies on every street. If the federal government really regulates it strictly, there wouldn't be so many.
But if you really meet someone who is willing to sue you, such as Mr. Anderson, Alberto has no good solution.
Some things are like this, when you do them, no one cares about you, but when you put it on the table and under the spotlight, you can't ignore it.
This is related to the positive image of the federation and judicial justice, which is the main theme of the federation's external propaganda.
Lance didn't say anything else, but just kept this matter in mind because he found that there was profit in it.
But now is not the time to talk about this, he still needs some "capital".
During the chat, Alberto talked about the new baseball season starting in October, and he and Fordis had a heated discussion.
Baseball is one of the sports promoted by the federal government, so it can be said that many people grew up playing baseball.
In this regard, the federal government has done at least some good work, having been promoting competitive sports more than it has been promoting dancing or reading.
Some people say that this is a conspiracy to make people more resilient to the exploitation and oppression of capital when they grow up.
But others say it will give people the determination to win and build self-confidence.
But it is undeniable that baseball is one of the hottest sports at present.
The two men started talking about the batter of the sailing team, and then talked about the wife of the main pitcher who was caught cheating with someone. There was nothing they didn't talk about.
Time slips away from people so quickly, and before we know it, it's already five forty.
Lance interrupted the two's speculation about the champion and their plans on how to buy lottery tickets, "Our performance is about to begin, Mr. Coty, maybe you would like to see it happen first."
Alberto glanced at his watch and ended his discussion with Fordis. He picked up the small amount of iced orange juice and drank it all in one gulp, then ordered another glass.
"So, now can you tell me what's going to happen?"
The restaurant across the street had already turned on its neon sign, and the restaurant's name and Mr. Anderson's neon portrait had begun to glow.
The frying pan in his hand was made into a movable light strip that could move up and down, making it look like he was cooking.
The sky doesn't get dark so quickly in the summer. At 5:30 it was still bright, but a little bit darker and not so obvious.
At this time, a faecal suction truck was slowly driving from a distance, and Alberto saw it at a glance.
Lance was no longer hiding it. "I plan to create a traffic accident. A car will hit the faeces suction truck, and then it will be knocked down. Then the faeces will cover the entire road in front of the restaurant."
"The reporters are ready too, the lifestyle section, tomorrow's front page."
"The driver was one of our own. This type of traffic accident is not a criminal act and no one will be arrested or detained."
"I asked the driver. Even if they were hit and overturned, they are covered by the insurance company. Even if the insurance company refuses to provide coverage, the repair fee will be at most fifty dollars."
Alberto and Fordis stared at Lance in amazement. At first, they thought this man was really scary, but they also began to look forward to it!
At 5:40, the faeces suction truck slowly arrived at the intersection outside the restaurant. The next second, a truck suddenly rushed out from another corner, maintaining a certain speed, and hit the faeces suction truck from the side.
The dung suction truck, whose centre of gravity was originally on top, immediately overturned. The dung soup that was 70% full in the dung tank burst out directly from the opening of the dung tank that was not completely covered at the moment the dung tank fell to the ground. Not to mention the ground in front of the restaurant, even the glass and the inside of the door were covered with various coloured dung blocks and dung soup.
As a lady screamed, the whole street became lively!
In addition to the lady's scream, Alberto seemed to hear Mr. Anderson's "Fuck!"