Chapter 870: The Waiter

People need to have a sense of propriety.

When Senator Cleveland had said that he still had a "meeting," he was telling Ambassador Cassia that he could fucking hang up the phone.

Ambassador Cassia had also very decisively submitted, "I see. Then I won't disturb you anymore."

"Hmm..."

After putting down the phone, Senator Cleveland had glanced at Tom. "You tell Lance that this what's-his-name ambassador has a what's-his-name friend who has the accounts of the Rapa leaders in the Federation. Have Lance handle it."

After listening, Tom had immediately stood up. "I see."

According to the current laws of the Federation, if an account in a bank has been dormant for a certain period of time, it will enter the "inactive account" status.

At this time, the funds in the inactive account will be transferred to a designated account. If the owner of the inactive account wants to get this money back, they just need to apply to the bank, and to prove that this account is theirs, and that this money is also theirs.

Very simple.

However, the vast majority of those who have lost these things cannot get this money back, mainly because they will not apply.

In the Federation, a large half of the money in these anonymous accounts is illicit. Otherwise, they would not have been stored in these anonymous accounts.

This had also led to the fact that once these accounts became inactive, and the money was moved, basically no one would come to take this money back.

As for where this money eventually went?

To be honest, a large part of it had been "appealed and retrieved." Of course, as for whether it was really appealed and retrieved by the owner of the account, or if it was illegally retrieved by some insiders through some technical means, that was another matter.

This rule was jointly formulated by the Federal Savings Bank, the Federal Banking Committee, and Congress.

Gomez was not clear that even if he didn't mention it, this money would eventually enter the pockets of the federal government. It was just that there would be many people who would get a share, and each person would get a relatively small share.

If he could produce these accounts, then Senator Cleveland and his group could get a little more, and that was all.

Senator Cleveland nodded and then strode away. As he walked, he said, "In the future, you first ask them what they are going to do. You can handle this kind of unimportant call yourself."

This was giving him more power, and Tom would naturally not refuse.

Soon Tom had given Lance a call and had recounted what had happened here. "There will be a special person to handle the money in the bank. You just need the account."

"The senator's meaning is to have you see that... what's-his-name guy, what his demands are. After all, this is not a small sum."

Lance agreed, and in his heart, he actually already had some guesses.

Soon he had called Ambassador Cassia. "I hear you have a friend over there who has some accounts that need to be handled?"

When Ambassador Cassia had heard this, his face was left with only a bitter smile. He suddenly didn't know how to answer this question.

Lance did not rush him, but just waited quietly.

After about a dozen seconds, a sigh came from the receiver. "I can explain..."

"No, no, no, Cassia, I'm not calling to hear your explanation or anything. I want to know, who needs help."

Lance's words were filled with a decisiveness that could not be refused and had no room for negotiation, which also made it difficult for Ambassador Cassia to mediate anymore. He could only curse a couple of times in his heart, and then gave Lance the answer he wanted.

"Gomez, you know each other."

Lance laughed lightly. "Yes, we know each other. We have a good relationship."

"Is he in the Federation now?"

"I heard he didn't go back to Rapa?"

Ambassador Cassia was a little embarrassed. "He just came over these few days."

"Have him come and see me."

Then Lance had hung up the phone. Ambassador Cassia looked at the receiver in his hand and sighed again, and then shook his head.

He quickly dialed Gomez's number and recounted what had happened.

Listening to Ambassador Cassia's words, Gomez's heart was filled with curses. He was very annoyed, and even a little violent.

"I see. I'll go and see him now."

Mr. Cassia had also taken the initiative to say, "You take some gifts with you and say some nice words. Actually, he is not a difficult person to talk to."

At this time, Gomez was already a little absent-minded. "Yes, I see."

This was very embarrassing, actually, and Gomez could be sure that Lance was very angry now. For such a thing to happen to anyone, at any time, they would be very angry, including himself!

This was like someone's friend had, through him, contacted his brother-in-law, Diego, and now he was planning to bypass him and directly contact Diego. He would definitely be very angry.

Even he himself would be very angry. What about Lance?

Would he be even angrier?

To be angry was certainly to be angry, but not that angry.

Some things, when a person has experienced them many times, when they encounter them again, their emotions will be very stable.

It's like you've just obtained an important resource. Just the first plot twist can make you reward yourself once.

But the next time you see this, you will feel that it's just so-so. You can only look back and find some more high-energy content to push up the double points to achieve the final goal.

A resource may have been referenced two or three times, and then it has lost its value, because it has been "eaten," has been "experienced."

Lance had also encountered many similar things in his life. He would no longer, like a young man who knew nothing, feel that this was a lack of respect for him, and that he had to get his revenge.

An adult's time is not so simple. It is not just about love and hate, but also many complicated things.

If Gomez could continuously provide him with some... value, then they would still be good friends.

If he couldn't provide it, then when his value was squeezed dry, it would be the time for Lance to say goodbye to him.

The discussion about the Lance Family had also become much more.

Some said that the Lance Family was the most un-gangster-like gang in the Federation.

They did not exploit the ordinary people, but on the contrary, they considered the interests of the ordinary people. Although they also ran criminal businesses, for example, smuggling liquor, but hey, in the Federation at this time, not many people really saw driving as a crime!

Especially the local people of the Federation, they did not think that having a drink was a mistake. The only ones who truly believed that smuggling and selling liquor was a crime were the people who had just immigrated to the Federation.

Some people also believed that this was just a small trick that the Lance Family used to whitewash themselves. They, through such a method, to please the public and society, to make people feel that they were harmless.

There were also many who supported this view. In any period, people are complicated. Some people may not understand them at all, but just simply dislike them, and oppose all their positive statements, and that's all.

But in any case, the Lance Family, in this matter, was in the process of spreading its influence from Likalai State to further places. Even in Golden State, many people had heard, and had a simple understanding of the Lance Family's affairs.

Two days later, Gomez, with a large pile of local specialties, had arrived in Golden Port City, and in Lance's luxurious office, he had seen him.

"This is... some gifts I have brought from Rapa. I hope you will like them."

He had taken the initiative to open several of the gift boxes. He had used a very exquisite packaging. The boxes were filled with gems of various colors, which were emitting a charming luster under the light.

These were originally what he had planned to present to Senator Cleveland after he had seen him, but now he could only present these things to Lance.

Lance had glanced at it from a distance and did not pay much attention.

For an ordinary person, a single gem might be worth a few hundred, a few thousand, or even tens of thousands.

There were many of them here, and they might be worth a hundred thousand, or even several hundred thousand.

But, it was just several hundred thousand.

The lowest-grade Copper Lion whiskey, each bottle could bring Lance a net profit of about ten dollars.

The constantly expanding Lawrence Distillery could produce about 15,000 bottles of Copper Lion whiskey a day, which was a net profit of 150,000.

Then there was Silver Lion, Golden Lion, and some other wines.

Every day these wines could bring Lance a net profit of about 400,000 to 500,000, and his distillery was still constantly expanding, and his profit was not just from the wine, but also from other aspects.

So this amount of money, for the current Lance, was no longer in his eyes.

He nodded slightly and motioned for Gomez to pack them all up.

Gomez didn't know if Lance had forgiven him. He looked a little nervous. He packed the things up again and handed them to Mello. Mello had someone put them in the room inside.

Only at this point did Lance have him sit down.

"When they told me that you were planning to bypass me and directly contact Congress, my first reaction was not anger," Lance said with a slight smile, using this as an opening.

Gomez suddenly became a little nervous. "I can explain, Mr. Lance!"

Lance raised his hand to stop him. "No, don't be nervous, Gomez."

"Everyone wants to become more outstanding, wants to make progress. This is not a mistake!"

"Just like my subordinates, if they don't long to become captains, don't long to become cadres, then they must have a problem."

"Only a soldier who wants to be a general is an outstanding soldier, so I can understand your actions. you want to make progress, to become more outstanding than you are now!"

Hearing how Lance had spoken so properly, Gomez breathed a sigh of relief. "It's so good that you can understand me!"

Lance smiled. "You... what do you want to get?"

"These things of yours, and your sincerity to make progress, what do you want to get from the Federation, from us?"

"Money, status, power, or something else?"

Lance's appearance of not taking the things he had done to heart, as if he really didn't care!

Gomez squeezed out a smile. "I just want to better serve... you and Mr. Senator."