Shadow Empire

Chapter 842 Arrangements and Further Opposition

When Carl took off his hat and held it in his hand, his shiny, slicked-back hair was revealed.

Every strand of hair is where it should be and will never move around.

Carl, who used to think twice about spending five cents to fill his stomach, now spends three dollars on a haircut without any hesitation.

Money decides everything.

He took off his coat and put it in his hands. He didn't say thank you until the person standing at the door took the coat and hat from him. Then he came to Lance.

"Mr. Lance?"

Lance pointed to the sofa next to him and asked him to sit down.

During this time, Karl found two tutors, one of whom taught him the social etiquette in the middle and high-level social circles of the Federation.

Theoretical things are definitely much more complicated than practical things, but he is very hardworking and has been studying hard.

Another tutor taught him some common sense things in all aspects, so as not to make a fool of himself in front of others.

If it is advanced knowledge, he will just make a mistake if he makes a mistake, but if it is something based on common sense, he will be laughed at if he makes a mistake.

He is now fighting hard for a better life in the future.

Although he was not directly responsible for that part of the work regarding Happy Building, the funds still came into his hands. He just no longer showed up for the job, so there was no substantial loss to him.

And Lance also stood up for him.

In order to save these three soldiers, Miles sent them directly to the front line. It is not clear whether they are dead or alive, but Lance told him privately that as long as they come back, no matter what they have done outside or whether they have made any meritorious deeds, they will all be dead!
Carl is not a cold-blooded person, otherwise he would not have regarded other people's dreams as his own ideals for so many years.

He just became mature, but not untouched. He knew Lance was using him for something, but he was really good to him.

Even his parents in this world have never been so kind to him, so even if Lance is using him, he hopes that he can be of greater value instead of wanting freedom and autonomy.

At this time, Lance called him late at night, and he came immediately without stopping.

"Has there been any recent changes in the number of refugees in the new district?" Lance handed him a cigarette, which he took respectfully and lit.

"Mr. Lance, there are more refugees now than before, and I don't know how to put it, there are also more people from Dantra."

Lance was stunned for a moment, "Refugees from Dentra?"

"What are they doing here?"

Karl shook his head. “I caught a man and asked him about it. He said the Federation was about to attack, so they came out early.”

Lance couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and for a good reason.

He thought of what Senator Cleveland had said to him, and perhaps these people were also spies.

He didn't follow up on the question, "How do these people feel about life here now?"

Carl pursed his lips and shrugged, "What else can I do?"

"despair."

"Many people spent a lot of money to come to the Federation. In other words, even if they want to go back now, they can't."

"And you know the situation over there. The government is investigating deserters. If we go back now, we will only be sent to the most tragic front line. No one wants to go back."

"The Federation... although there are various inconveniences." He carefully looked at Lance's expression, and after confirming that this would not anger Lance, he continued, "But after all, this place is much better than going back, so everyone is still persisting."

Lance nodded slightly and thought for a moment. "Have you heard about the protests recently?"

Karl did not hide anything from Lance. He nodded and said, "I heard that many people in the factory are talking about this."

As he said this, he reached out and flicked some ash into the ashtray.

His social etiquette tutor told him that when a superior was communicating with him face to face, if the other party asked him to smoke or drink coffee, he could not refuse.

Refusal will offend the other party. Only acceptance is a sign of submission.

You can't drink the coffee all at once. Take a small sip at the first time, but finish it with the coffee when you finish the conversation.

Similarly, when smoking, you can't really smoke all the time, because the smoke you exhale will more or less affect the person above you.

The best way is to take the first puff when it is lit, and the last puff when it is almost burned out.

By taking two puffs of this cigarette, you can comply with the request of the superior without exhaling too much smoke to affect anyone.

He wasn't sure if these social etiquettes were appropriate, but he followed them.

Lance thought for a few more seconds before saying, "I need you to do something."

He quickly put the cigarette into the ashtray, then straightened his back and sat down obediently.

Lance found it very interesting to see Carl like this, and he could also feel his strong desire for a better life.

A person who does not desire to belong to the upper class will not learn these things!

Having motivation, ambition and desire is a good thing!
If a person has no desires at all, who can use it with confidence?

"This protest was directed at me, but they took some precautions in advance, so I couldn't take direct action against them."

"I think you are the most suitable people."

"First, go recruit a group of people who are willing to break away from their current situation. Not too many, but not too few either. Four or five hundred people, maybe."

"Divide them into ten teams. You need to place people you trust in them as team leaders."

"Wait until the protests and demonstrations fully break out, and then let them disperse to the protest points to create conflicts."

Creating conflict is only part of the plan.

If these demonstrations target too many refugees, it will lead to a series of other problems, and Mayor Williams may also be implicated.

For example, if thousands or two or three thousand refugees actually organized and launched a large-scale attack on a marching team, how would the governor and Congress view this matter?

This is typical mismanagement, but if it is just a small batch and is not considered a "threat" in the eyes of the public and public opinion, then Mayor Williams will not be criticized too much.

At most, it requires him to solve some problems as quickly as possible, lift them high and put them down gently.

In the end, the ones who really need to take action are the police from Jingang City.

After the expansion in the past two years, the number of police officers in Jingang City has reached 20,000. This is a super weapon.

Because the First Amendment to the federal constitution allows citizens to march, demonstrate and protest spontaneously, the police have no right to stop them from doing so.

However, the police have the power to prevent violence from occurring.

When the two sides start to clash and bloodshed occurs, the police will begin to intervene. They will focus on arresting those who are marching and demonstrating, and let the refugees go, allowing them to create more conflicts.

This protest, which could have affected the entire city, the entire state, and the entire federation, was suppressed in this way.

A single spark can indeed start a prairie fire, but what if it is extinguished before it can start a prairie fire?
Carl listened carefully to every word Lance said and kept them firmly in mind. He asked, "Mr. Lance, to what extent do we want to achieve this?"

"With a club, a dagger, a long sword, or a gun?"

"Although this question is quite stupid," Lance commented with a smile, "it shows that you really put your heart into it!"

"Just use sticks. Try not to kill anyone, but make it look horrific. It's best to use square pieces of wood."

"Don't use a heavy one. Use a lighter one. Even if it hits your head, it won't cause a fatal injury. And it can still pull out the wound."

"Anyway, you decide for yourself."

"We will have a lot of work to do later, and our territory will be expanded a lot. In addition to our own manpower, you can also recruit some people from your side."

"This operation is also a good touchstone. Recruit those people you think are good. We will need them in the future." He picked up a suitcase from the ground beside him and placed it on the coffee table. "Here is 100,000 yuan as the funds for this activity."

"It's up to you to decide how much to give me, but don't mess up what I told you to do, understand?"

Karl didn’t even glance at the suitcase, he kept his eyebrows down and nodded repeatedly, “I understand.”

“Hmm…” Lance was very satisfied with Carl’s performance. He was a talented person, so he didn’t mind chatting with Carl for a while.

"Now that we've finished talking about serious matters, we can chat about some small talk."

"I haven't been in Jingang City recently. Is there any trouble in the military district?"

Carl shook his head. "They are much more obedient now. The military police are patrolling all the time."

Soon the two chatted and talked about Karl’s family, “Have you ever considered bringing your family over?”

Carl nodded. “I’ve considered it, but it’s difficult now.”

"The Slade government has issued a new policy that prohibits leaving the country without a valid reason. It is difficult to bring them back even if you pay money."

Speaking of this, Carl was still a little depressed.

Lance took out a piece of paper and a pen and handed it over, "Give me your family's information and I'll make arrangements for you."

If he wanted to do something big, Lance might not be capable enough, but it would be very simple just to get a few people over from Slade.

Even if he didn't use Admiral Miles' connections, he still had connections in the military and in the Department of Defense.

Carl looked at Lance in disbelief, but felt it made sense, and then began to write.

He wrote very fluently, and one could feel the beauty of the characters, which was obviously due to practice.

"You work hard!" Lance praised him as he looked at the information on the paper in his hand.

This made Carl feel a little embarrassed. He scratched his head, smiled and said nothing.

Then Lance asked him to go back and prepare.

As time goes by, the atmosphere in Jingang City becomes more subtle.

On Monday noon, in a factory that provides upstream and downstream supporting services, workers came out of the assembly line. The clothes they wore did not look thick. Although some of them wore coats, their short sleeves underneath were visible when they walked.

The temperature in the assembly line is too high, as high as 20 to 30 degrees.

Mechanical problems, the temperature generated by people, and the physical exertion during work will all cause them to generate heat.

After working for a whole morning, it's finally time for lunch.

They have half an hour to eat and rest, and then they have to get back to their busy work.

The assembly line is the most exhausting place. Any spiritual person who comes here will slowly be turned into a numb person.

Repeating the same work day after day and year after year, either exploding in silence or going crazy in silence!
There is also the phenomenon of forming cliques among workers, such as people on the same production line or people in the same production workshop.

Several workers came out of the workshop holding lunch boxes, and from a distance they saw some people gathered together.

The worker walking in front stopped, looked at the people around him, and then the whole group walked over there.

As soon as I got closer, I could hear someone talking in the middle of the crowd.

“Brother workers!”

“We are facing the worst situation ever!”

"I think you already know that Wanli Labor Agency is negotiating with the factories in the new industrial zone about labor support."

"They have exported 7,000 workers to the new industrial areas. Do you know what this means?"

The workers around him were all looking at him, no one spoke, and then the man in the middle said loudly, "This means that 7,000 jobs have been taken away by illegal immigrants, refugees and the like!"

"They are taking these jobs away from us, and there will be more and more people competing for our jobs, and eventually every one of us will be unemployed!"

"I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that compared to the cheap prices of illegal immigrants, we are obviously much more expensive."

"But, fellow workers, this is precisely the labor reward that feeds us and our families. This is the reward we deserve for our labor!"

"We don't just want to be alive, we want our lives. They can't treat us like this and take our jobs away from us!"

"We must unite and fight against the atrocities of Wanli Labor Agency and the city managers who turn a blind eye to these things!"

"The labor federation and the workers are actively encouraging and calling on us to hold a general strike and demonstration this month to express our demands."

“This concerns the legitimate rights and interests of every one of us. I hope you can stand on the side of the working class this time!”

"Workers who are willing to come can receive food coupons. Although it's not much, it's a token of our appreciation."

"What we want is to let these capitalists see the power of our unity, just like in the past, when we faced them again and again with an iron fist and smashed their unrealistic fantasies..."

Soon workers were persuaded to sign a register, which, the promoters said, would be used to distribute food stamps.

Not much, just two dollars worth of designated food coupons for each person. These food coupons are actually sponsored by some capitalists and can only be used to purchase certain goods.

But no matter what, a two-dollar food stamp is still very attractive.

Moreover, this demonstration was for themselves, and soon people began to sign, expressing their willingness to respond to the call.

Among these people, in addition to those who truly responded to the call and believed that the working class should unite to fight against the capitalists and labor agencies, there were also some who simply wanted to have an extra day off.

But not all of them were willing to join, and there were some non-union workers who were unwilling to pay dues and just watched from afar.

Some workers also don't like unions, thinking that the existence of unions will make labor-management relations more tense, and that they often organize activities that will hinder them from making money.

So these people just looked for a while and left to enjoy their lunch.

The boss of the factory was watching these people in the factory in his office. His face looked very unhappy. The manager and some key members were also in the office.

After watching for a while, he returned to his chair and sat down. "These people, the unions, are like a cancer that has taken root in our bodies."

"They grow by sucking our flesh and blood!"

“What’s even more outrageous is that they told me that I need to pay at least 50 percent of their wages even during the march.”

"What the hell!"

People in the office remained silent. The union contacted us yesterday and said the demonstration would last for about five to a week, during which time the workers participating in the demonstration would be completely off work.

But he must pay at least 50 percent of the workers' wages, on the grounds that if he does not pay them, he will violate the First Amendment of the Federal Constitution and hinder the freedom of demonstration.

Then they might hold a longer-term strike against his factory!
This is what the capitalists hate most about unions and the AFL, but they have no way to stop them: strikes.

Once a strike occurs, there will be problems with order scheduling, and some orders may even face overdue claims, as well as various other troubles.

This is also the reason why many factories cooperate with Lance even though they know it will offend the trade unions.

Those refugees and illegal immigrants don’t have these fucking problems. No matter what happens outside, they still keep working!

After being angry for a while, the boss calmed himself down and said, "Continue to contact those workers and tell them that we will increase their wages during the days of demonstrations."

This was the only way he could think of to keep more workers on the assembly line, and the non-union workers would definitely continue to work.

But in this line of work, almost half of the workers are registered members of the trade union, which means that his orders are going to have big problems!
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but curse again, then he picked up the phone and dialed the labor agency.

He needed some temporary workers to fill in, and the labor agency was obviously the most suitable choice.

(End of this chapter)