Early the next morning, Lance saw "Golden HarboUr Today". Alberto bought fifty copies to ensure that everyone in the company could see it, including Lance.
On the front page of the lifestyle section, there was a photo that took up one-fifth of the page. Outside a restaurant, a manure truck was overturned on the roadside, and manure was washed onto the sidewalk. Even the glass curtain wall of the restaurant facing the sidewalk was covered with manure!
The name of the restaurant was also photographed very clearly, and the pan in the hand of the chef neon, who was based on Mr. Anderson, also left an afterimage.
The title of this report is "Drunk driving is endangering public safety." The entire article discusses the harms of drunk driving. At the end, it casually mentioned that a restaurant was affected and sewage back-flowed into the restaurant, causing the restaurant to close.
It looked like an article about a threat to public safety, but people weren't interested in the content of the article at all; they were only interested in the unlucky restaurant.
Everyone knows that Alberto has been mad at old man Anderson for half a year, and now he finally gets to vent his anger. Everyone is actually quite happy.
After all... if the boss is happy, the subordinates will also be better off, at least they won't be asked to work outside in the hot noon!
"The boss is calling you." Fordyce knocked on the door. Lance, who was playing billiards with others, put down the cue, looked at his opponent and said, "Don't forget the dollar you owe me."
Yes, they made money, twenty-five points per game, and they lost four games in total.
His opponent not only gave him a dollar, but also said "shit" to him, but was still unwilling to accept the challenge.
Lance ignored him and went to the manager's office with Fordis. Fordis opened the door and let him in, then left.
"He just called me, called me 'Mr. Coty' in a low voice, and promised that he would put five thousand dollars on my desk before Friday!"
"Lance, you did a great job. Not only did you help me get the money back, but you also let me breathe a sigh of relief. So I will give you the compensation for this job as agreed."
There was an envelope on the table that looked bulging. He picked up the envelope, walked around the table to Lance, and put it in his hand. "Count it."
Lance just pinched it to feel the thickness and put it into his pocket. It might be a twenty-dollar bill, five hundred yuan, a total of twenty-five pieces. Because they were not new bills, they didn't feel too thin.
But not too thick either.
"Mr. Coty, your golden character is worthy of my trust. I will not do anything to hurt our mutual trust."
What Lance said was very nice and Alberto felt comfortable listening to it. Everyone likes the feeling of being flattered. He raised his eyebrows, walked to the bar, poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Lance.
At the same time, he asked curiously, "What if I gave you less?"
Lance took the glass and clinked it with the one in his hand, "That's impossible, Mr. Cody, I don't believe you think you're not worth even five hundred bucks!"
Alberto didn't react at first, but soon he realized that Lance was still flattering him. He smiled and picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "It's really a pleasant thing to talk to you!"
"So, what are you going to do next?"
Lance made some small movements with his hands to deepen his context, "Rent a house and solve my identity problem."
"Illegal immigration is always a destabilizing factor, and I have to find a way to solve it before it becomes a problem for me."
Alberto shook his head. "I'm afraid this is not an easy matter. Right now the Federal Immigration Bureau can only issue you a permanent residence card quickly through a few channels."
"Either you are a world-renowned scientist, or you have millions of dollars in wealth and want to invest in the Federation, or the masters above think that some of your identities may be useful to them."
"For example, one of your distant relatives is related to your emperor by blood."
High-end talent, investment immigration, and political asylum are the easiest ways to obtain legal status in the federal government. Alberto's expression and his actions let Lance know that he could not satisfy any of these.
However, Lance was not discouraged by this. In fact, he had worked in a more difficult position than this one.
From the perspective of the development of human society, the so-called justice system is nothing more than patching up old problems.
Many people respect the law and pick out every word in the law as a treasure, but in fact they do not know that the law has always had many loopholes.
It's just that some of them were discovered and then exposed, while some were secretly used by people without being known.
Seeing that Lance seemed to have a plan with a high chance of success, he did not ask any more questions. He would know whether it would succeed or not after a while.
"Then... I won't assign you any work during this period, and this money should be enough for you to enjoy yourself for a while."
Renting a detached house in a less prosperous area would cost at most ten dollars. With five hundred dollars in his hand, Lance could live a very free and easy life in this city!
The two clinked their glasses again, and Alberto still made a tentative invitation, "I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future. It's very comfortable to work with you!"
Lance still didn't refuse, but he didn't accept it either, "If there's a chance, of course!"
After finishing the wine in his glass, Lance said goodbye to Alberto temporarily. He found Fordis and tried to seek a little help. "Do you know any police officers?"
"I can find him some small jobs that are not troublesome and dangerous. They only take half an hour. Of course, the money won't be that much, just pocket money."
Fordis looked at Lance carefully and said, "So we can't continue to be colleagues?"
"There will be a chance." Lance didn't stop talking.
Fordyce seemed a little disappointed. He liked Lance very much because he was smart, sensible, and most importantly, capable and resourceful.
He took a note from the front desk and wrote a number to him. "Officer Braden, we have a good personal relationship. You can call this number."
Lance put the number away, gave Fordis another hug, and said goodbye.
None of us are that kind of person...so the separation is not sad, and it is not a farewell forever.
In the afternoon, Lance took Melo to see the house. Melo seemed more mature and stable, and he could find some problems that Lance didn't notice.
After selecting several houses, they finally rented a detached house near the outer ring road. It had three floors, a separate yard and three garages, and cost twenty yuan a month.
The money was actually a little high, but the house was very clean and did not need to be cleaned, so you could move in directly. Moreover, the old lady landlady showed Lance that the house bills were in good condition.
She didn't owe any fees, so no one would cause them trouble, and their water and electricity would not be cut off for no reason.
Looking at the big garage and the big house, he finally rented this place.
Then he brought all his friends over. The house was very spacious, with an area of more than 300 square meters, which could easily accommodate more than 20 people.
Although not everyone can have a room of their own, it is much better than sleeping in a culvert.
Some people also reported that they felt someone touching their little brothers when they were sleeping at night, which made everyone a little scared!
But fortunately, now, as the older people like to say, everything will be fine, and it is starting to get better.
It took three days to move house, buy new clothes and add furniture. Lance also asked the only two girls in his group to make some cakes and send them to the neighboUrs.
The most important thing when joining a new community is to get along well with the neighboUrs, otherwise they will call the police for no reason, which can make people crazy and desperate!
On Friday, Alberto called Lance and told him that the money had been received. Mr. Anderson was completely humbled and no longer had the hot temper he had before.
Of course Alberto did not humiliate him, and was even willing to provide him with a loan, this time for 10,000 yuan, but he needed to pay at least 22,500 yuan for a period of nine months.
Mr. Anderson did not agree. This would be equivalent to taking away all his profits. He would be crazy to do that!
Moreover, he never wanted to deal with Alberto and Lance again. He hated these people - although he compromised, it did not mean that the hatred did not exist, it was just restrained.
And in the morning, Lance found the police officer, Braden, who was introduced to him by Fordis.
The two met on the street, in a small restaurant. This was Braden's patrol area, his territory, and the location he chose.
When the police car stopped outside the restaurant, Lance knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.
Officer Braden has an old Federalist... Well, actually the Federals are not an "ancient" race, they are not even a race, they are a spiritual race.
He had the features of an old Federal, with brown-red hair, a thick brown-red beard on his lips, fair skin, a clean-shaven chin, and a pair of very large sunglasses.
He glanced towards the restaurant, then went in with his partner.
In the end, he sat opposite Lance, while his partner stood in the aisle, blocking everyone else's view.
He easily ordered a coffee and a burger, then crossed his legs and rested his hand on the back of his head in the booth, "So...what do you want from me?"
Lance placed an envelope on the table and pushed it over, "Mr. Fordyce introduced me."
Officer Braden raised an eyebrow. He looked at the envelope for a few seconds before picking it up. "This is what I dislike the most. We all know I will count it."
He took out the money in front of Lance, a hundred dollars, which made him whistle involuntarily and became a lot more enthusiastic, but he put the money back into the envelope and put it on the table.
"Giving so much for the first time we met..."
"Lance."
"Lance, I'm not sure what to do. Why don't you tell me what problem you have that you can't solve? Maybe I can give you some advice."
One hundred dollars is really not a small amount. Officer Braden only earns forty-two and a half dollars a month, plus some allowances, which does not exceed fifty dollars.
This job seems like a good one?
But you have to understand how dangerous it is to be a police officer in the federal government. Not only may gang members, criminals, and arrested criminals shoot them, but even their own people may shoot them in the back.
So one hundred yuan is equal to the income he could get by selling his life for two months.
Of course, the real income cannot be calculated in this way. This is just the apparent income. But even so, this amount of money is not a small sum.
"I need your help with two things, Mr. Brad. I can assure you that, first of all, these things are not illegal, and secondly, you will not be in any danger or risk!"
"And I think we can build a longer lasting relationship with this… connection."
Officer Braden did not agree immediately, but became more serious, "Tell me about it?"
"I want to know if there are any poor families in LOS City whose children were lost when they were young and are now about my age..."
Regardless of whether the old man supports it or not,