“How big?”
Bolton’s voice was a little off-key. “At least five hundred acres.”
When Lance heard this number, he was very surprised, and at the same time, a lot of smiles appeared on his face.
“You’ve done a great service to the family, Bolton.”
For a person like Bolton, Lance knew very well how to deal with him.
You can’t expect him to willingly contribute to the family. If it were someone else, Elvin, Ennio, or someone else, Lance would only say that he had “done a good job.”
As for any specific reward, he wouldn’t say, because they didn’t need to talk about this.
But with Bolton, he had to give him some motivation, and also let him understand that everything he did would get a feedback.
If he did something that was good for the family, what he would get would be a positive feedback.
But if he did something that was bad for the family, then he could only face Lance’s anger and punishment.
Some people are just like this. You have to make him understand, so that he can play his role.
Bolton’s voice was filled with a deep joy, but he still said very modestly, “This is what I should do, Boss.”
“No, no, no, no one should do anything for anyone. I’ll have Mello send the bonus to your account. You can connect with Mello then.”
A stable, mature family will definitely have a set of punishment and reward systems that people can trust.
What you do, and what consequences you get, are clear at a glance.
According to the information provided by Bolton, he would get a cash reward of about 20,000.
He had only provided a major piece of information, but had done nothing himself. The people in charge of the execution were others. 20,000 was already the top.
“Have your men continue to keep an eye on that side. Don’t alarm them. I’ll arrange for someone to go over as soon as possible.”
After hanging up the phone, he considered for a moment and dialed the phone number of the Golden Port City side. Soon, Elvin, who was on duty in the office, answered the phone.
“This is the head office of Wanli Group…”
This was what Lance had requested. They couldn’t say stupid things like “this is the gangster headquarters,” could they?
And the “corporatization of gangs” was also a trend and a necessity for development.
“It’s me.”
“Bolton just told me that he found a Maple Iris Grass farm of the Perez family on the Indeno State side. You gather some men. I’ll be back soon.”
Elvin was a little surprised after listening. “How big?”
“Over five hundred acres. We have to get more people. They are definitely armed.”
The folk customs of the Federation have always been very simple. The more rural the place, the more so. Not to mention five hundred acres, even if it were five thousand acres, without the deterrence of armed force, it wouldn’t take long for the farm to be stripped bare by the passing farmers!
So they must have been equipped with weapons, and there were also many people.
Think of the cowboys who were in groups on the Lawrence Farm. They were actually no different from the cavalry of the past.
Everyone would carry two or three weapons with them, and a team of a dozen or so would shuttle between the farms.
Whether it was prey or an intruder, they were all their hunting targets!
Lance gave some more details of the matter, and then he hung up the phone.
He said a few words to the director about what to do next, and then he left.
In the evening, he had already returned to Golden Port City. Elvin had already gathered twelve combat captains, and each combat captain had a dozen or twenty men under him. This was more than two hundred men.
The moment Lance’s car began to enter the manor, the young men who were in groups of three and five on the open ground outside the manor immediately stopped what they were doing, also threw away the cigarettes in their hands, and stood up straight facing Lance’s car.
The moment Lance looked at them, the people who had been swept by Lance’s gaze all had a sense of honor that arose spontaneously!
The convoy slowly stopped outside the door of the main building. The guard opened the car door for Lance. Elvin and the other high-level cadres, as well as the combat captains who had been called over, were all gathered together.
Lance nodded slightly, and then, with the support of these people, he entered the room.
At this time, the young men outside all breathed a sigh of relief and began to chat in groups of three and five again.
For them, for the entire Golden Port City, for the young people of the entire Likalai State, Lance was a legend!
The legend in their eyes handed his hat to Elvin, came to the independent sofa in the main hall and sat down. He took out a cigarette. Hiram, as if by magic, took out a match from somewhere, struck it with a hiss, and lit it for him.
Soon Elvin brought over a map of the neighboring Indeno State. On it was the part that bordered Likalai State, and it also marked the interstate highway.
Elvin had specially talked with the local state police and had traced these roads more accurately and in a thicker line.
Of course, it was unlikely that the location of those illegal Maple Iris Grass farms would be officially marked on this map. Bolton was assisting on the side and had drawn a circle in a certain area.
He began to introduce this intelligence to everyone.
The acquisition of the intelligence was a very unexpected matter, because Lance had previously instructed him to arrange for people to infiltrate the entire south as soon as possible.
Since some people were not willing to let him stop, then he would continue to expand.
Expansion requires the support of intelligence, so Bolton’s preliminary work was very important.
It just so happened that one of his subordinates had migrated from Indeno State, but his relatives were still there.
When he had returned to his hometown and was chatting with his relatives and friends about his history of making a fortune in Golden Port City, he had unintentionally talked about the fact that their small town was actually doing quite well now.
After his inquiries, he had only then learned that many people in the town were working for the Perez family’s farm.
After all, a few hundred acres of land, and once the Maple Iris Grass grows, it is very difficult to handle it mechanically, so a large amount of labor is needed.
This place was not some isolated place. The people in the Perez family had thought that since they couldn’t hide it, they might as well choose a town that was easy to control and cooperate with the locals.
This way, compared to farming on their own or going to other places to find a job, the people of the town were more willing to work for the Maple Iris Grass farm, and the money they gave was also not a small amount, at least fifty a month, which was higher than the income of the workers in the big cities.
The town had a total of three or four thousand people. They were all fed from top to bottom, so they had not revealed this matter to the outside.
If it weren’t for the fact that Bolton’s subordinate was a local, he wouldn’t have known about this.
After all, in a place far from the highway, you couldn’t see it at all. No one would be so idle as to run out into the wild.
He marked the approximate location of the place that his subordinate had mentioned on the map. Lance then began to assign tasks.
In fact, there was not much to assign. In Hiram’s words, it was to rush over, burn all the Maple Iris Grass, and kill all the people…
Although it was a bit crude, the logic was this logic.
Two days later, in the morning, Milo woke up from his sleep.
He glanced at the fair-skinned, somewhat freckled butt next to him, pushed away the leg that was pressing on him, and got up from the bed.
After a simple wash-up, he took his breakfast to the tower. Every day he would be here, enjoying his breakfast while inspecting his “territory.”
Milo Perez was Frank Perez’s grandnephew. It might sound like a big gap, but in fact, Milo was a year older than Robin (Frank’s fourth son).
The Federation was a country that opposed abortion. So much so that abortion surgery could become a “criminal enterprise,” and it was still the same now.
If a woman wanted to have an abortion, she had to pull strings to find an underground doctor who specialized in abortion surgery.
To complete the abortion surgery on a simple operating table in a dirty, dusty, and bacteria-filled basement.
For this, they had to pay them at least forty or fifty dollars or even more, and there was a high probability of infection and a risk of death.
Because the hospitals did not accept any patients who wanted to have an abortion, they had no other way besides finding these underground doctors—
Strictly speaking, there was another way.
According to federal law, only in the event of an accident where an abortion is necessary to protect the life of the pregnant person, can an abortion be performed with the dual confirmation of the police and a doctor.
And the cause, the process, the result, the person who handled it, all the information had to be registered to ensure that it could be investigated at any time.
But how to make yourself look as if you would die if you didn’t have an abortion?
Some women chose to fall, deliberately falling to press on their own stomach, or to punch their own stomach a few times.
Doing so was actually very risky. Once there was a major hemorrhage, it was basically a certain death.
This was also the reason why the federal society of this period had contributed countless perverted serial killers to the Federation. Many children were not born of the subjective will of their parents.
For example, the prostitutes who were engaged in the flesh trade. They were not willing to pay for the surgery, or could not find someone who could help them to have a safe abortion.
Between gambling with God that they would not die, and resting for a few months to give birth and then continuing to do business, they often chose the latter.
In the background investigation of many of this federal perverted serial killer, they might all have a slut of a mother, or a prostitute of a mother.
Of course, this was definitely not discrimination, but just a statistic of a phenomenon.
It can also be seen from this how many people the men who could not control their crotches had contributed to this country in the past years!
In short, the Perez family was also a large family. Especially after they had money, those men were no longer satisfied with having only one sexual partner. They often had many women, and some even had an open relationship within the family.
Frank had three women, and these three women all knew each other.
As a young generation who had come into contact with the family’s business earlier, Milo, from about fifteen or sixteen, when he was just in high school, had been working for the family with his father.
His father’s main job at that time was to plant Maple Iris Grass. Now he had been transferred to another place to work, and this place was left to him.
The price of this thing was very high, and the demand in the central region was not small. Those rich, powerful, and influential people liked to have a little of it when they were having fun, to add to the fun.
It was listed by the Federation as a controlled psychotropic substance. Besides mental hospitals and the like, where the extract of Maple Iris Grass could be legally used as a medicine, it was prohibited in other places.
But a gang is a gang. They will not follow the requirements of the law. What they care about is only profit!
The humid and hot environment of the southern region of the Federation is very suitable for the growth of Maple Iris Grass.
When it reaches maturity, the “corolla” of the Maple Iris Grass looks like a long feather, and the color is more vivid red towards the root.
When a large area of Maple Iris Grass is planted together, when a gust of wind blows, you can see a red sea and red waves, which is very spectacular!
The history of eating Maple Iris Grass has to start from the war between the modern federal people and the local natives.
The first federal immigrants found that the natives, when facing their hot weapons, could still charge without fear of death, which made them greatly shocked.
After some research by some people, it was found that in fact, before the natives charged, their shamans would wipe the extract of Maple Iris Grass on their oral mucosa, and then they would become extremely brave!
So they began to be interested in the “magical ointment” and began to study it.
From that time on, Maple Iris Grass had entered the line of sight of some people, until today.
However, Maple Iris Grass did not spread quickly among the lower class of society, nor did it have much of a market, because it did not have a strong dependence, and at the same time, the price was very high.
The poor could not afford this kind of thing. Compared to the extract that might cost several dozen dollars a small bag, a dollar for two shots of a special painkiller was more suitable for them.
In terms of sales profit, in the past, it was indeed a good business, but with the start of Prohibition, it had also fallen from its altar.
Its profit was not as considerable as the profit of liquor, but this was definitely a business that made money, and a lot of it.
The more upper class, the more opportunities to use it. Ordinary people simply cannot imagine how terrible those big shots are when they are debauched!
They like to drink Maple Iris Grass, super painkillers, and high-proof whiskey together. After drinking, those people seem to have become neurotic, but they are willing to spend money for it!
Milo stood on the observation deck of the attic. He was dressed very casually, a white shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned, revealing some sparse chest hair.
The rolled-up sleeves, on the other hand, revealed his sturdy forearms. He casually put on a pair of jeans and a pair of leather boots.
This was a farm in the wild. You could be shirtless, but it was best to wear long boots and long pants, because you never knew if there would be something that could kill you near your leg when you took a step.
He supported himself with the railing of the observation deck with both hands. Gusts of wind blew, messing up his hair.
He liked this feeling very much. The wind of late spring and early summer blew in his face, carrying the unique taste of summer.
This was the time when the Maple Iris Grass was mature. The large area of Maple Iris Grass on the farm was constantly rising and falling, forming waves. When you looked at it from a high place, it would give you a deep shock!
Milo took a deep breath, a leisurely smile on his face. Although he was “trapped” here in his twenties, he knew that this was one of the core businesses of the family.
The fact that he could now control the entire farm represented the trust of the direct line of the family in him.
As long as he worked for a few more years, when he was transferred back to the headquarters, he could also enter and leave Frank’s office and become a person of a higher class in the eyes of the people.
And, what’s not to like about the countryside?
He glanced at the town in the distance. The plump girls in the town had won his heart.
He liked girls who were a little fatter, but not excessively fat. It should be said that they were a little plumper.
This would give him a stronger feeling, and the girls here were very simple, unlike the girls in the big cities. You had to first impress them with banknotes before you could drill a hole.
Here, as long as you could say some sweet words, and make some outlandish promises, you could roll in the sheets with those girls.
He liked it here.
There was still about a month before the concentrated harvest of the Maple Iris Grass. After this month’s harvest was over, he could take a short break.
As he was thinking about things, the black smoke rising from the farmland in the distance suddenly changed his face!
“You son of a bitch, you mud-legged dog, fuck, someone must be fucking smoking while working again!”
He turned around and grabbed a bell on the tower, and began to shake it frantically.
Soon, a large number of workers gathered from other places. Milo pointed at the place that was on fire. “There’s a fire over there. Go and put it out, and then bring me the person in charge of that piece of land!”
Some of the workers had a look of schadenfreude on their faces. They all nodded, and some even bowed.
Then they took the firefighting tools and quickly left.
This was not the first time such a fire had occurred here. They had a very sufficient solution for this kind of thing.
There was a ditch about four or five meters wide between each piece of land. As long as the fire was not ridiculously large, it could still be extinguished.
The only trouble was that there was also some wind today. He didn’t know how many fields had to be sacrificed to extinguish these fires.
The thought of it made his temples throb. When the person in charge of that field came back, he would definitely whip his back raw!
The damn slave emancipation movement, fuck!
He returned to the bottom of the tower. Someone was keeping an eye on this firefighting work, so he didn’t have to be personally in charge. He just had to wait.
He got some wine, some pickled sour olives, and returned to the tower.
The view here was the best, and you could clearly see the development of the fire in the distance.
The farm manager downstairs stood outside the house. “The mayor said he saw black smoke coming from this side. Does he need to come and help us put out the fire?”
Milo rolled his eyes. “Thank him for me. Tell him I’ll go and see him with a gift in a few days. I don’t need his help this time!”
The mayor was an insatiably greedy person. He would bring a large group of people over, saying that he was here to help, but when he left, everyone would ask for three or five dollars from him.
After all, they had come over to help. You can’t just not give them money, right?
If there were few people, that would be fine. They were almost all the people who could move who would come. So much so that one time, an old man who couldn’t even stand up was brought over by them on a stretcher!
The thought of that guy with a shiny head and a potbelly made him a little angry.
This was probably the most unhappy thing in his life here!
The manager returned to the room and took a large gulp of wine. To encounter such a broken thing so early in the morning made him very annoyed.
Just as he was lowering his head to pour the wine and unintentionally looked to the other side, he saw several cars coming towards the house.
He frowned. Although he didn’t know why, a hint of a bad feeling rose in his heart…
(End of a Chapter)