Empire of Shadows

The family of a lost child?

Officer Braden frowned. "So you want to..."

"Give them a child, healthy, handsome, polite, and willing to give them two hundred dollars!"

"Of course, they have to keep their mouths shut for those two hundred dollars."

Lance didn't hide his thoughts, because in the end, he still needed Officer Braden's help.

However, his approach made Officer Braden's eyes light up. "This is a good exclusive business. You shouldn't have told me so easily."

Lance leaned forward slightly. "This is my sincerity, Officer Braden, and I believe that the profits from our future cooperation will far exceed these..."

He curled his lip, looking uninterested.

But Officer Braden was very interested. "I'll keep an eye out for you. Quite a few children have gone missing in Goldport City over the years."

"There are also quite a few of the right age. I have to say, you've opened up a new market!"

Braden stuffed the envelope into his pocket. "Tomorrow at this time, still here, and I'll give you an answer!"

With that, he finished his coffee in one gulp, whistled as he walked past the bar, "That kid pays the bill!"

He and his partner left the restaurant together and returned to their car.

He told his partner what had just happened, and his partner immediately became interested. "How much money can we get from this?"

Braden started the ignition while watching the rearview mirror. "I don't know, it depends on how much he can negotiate with others. We can set a standard."

"What's the most common thing in Goldport City, do you know?"

Officer Braden's voice even trembled as he spoke. He had discovered a huge treasure, a treasure that could directly achieve his financial freedom!

Without waiting for his partner to answer, he floored the accelerator and said loudly, "Illegal immigrants!"

"We're rich!"

Watching the police car leave at an alarming speed, Lance curled his lip and continued to enjoy his coffee and waffles.

The waffles at this restaurant were a bit of a mixed bag, topped with maple syrup and jam, as well as some chocolate chips, and finally sprinkled with powdered sugar.

It was still typical Federation style, so sweet that you questioned life, but paired with unsweetened coffee, it seemed a little better.

Lance ate about a third of it and really couldn't eat any more. Every bite felt like his teeth were screaming.

When he paid the bill, the low price made him wonder if the bill was wrong. The owner only charged him one dollar.

The two coffees together cost thirty-five cents, and the waffle and burger cost sixty-five cents. Mr. Anderson should really come and see the prices here. He's the real black heart.

He knew Officer Braden would definitely take this matter seriously, because this business looked huge!

In order to prevent Lance from going to someone else and revealing this money-making opportunity, he would definitely help Lance get it done and try to tie him down with "friendship" so he wouldn't talk nonsense.

In reality, this business wasn't that easy to do.

How many illegal immigrants in Goldport City today can save a few hundred dollars?

Like Ervin and the others who worked at the docks before, they could save at most three or five dollars a month, which was already the result of their very frugal living.

Even if they could save five dollars a month, that's only sixty dollars a year. It would take five years to save three hundred dollars!

In fact, there are people who can save that much money, but only a very few, maybe only one in a thousand.

So this business seems to have a lot of potential, but in reality, it's like selling real estate to homeless people.

If they had the money to buy a house, they wouldn't be homeless.

And they're homeless, which means they have no money at all!

Saturday morning was the day for the Federation people to gather outside St. Naya Cathedral. This time, Lance was more punctual than last time. After greeting some adults, he came to the side.

When the young people saw him, they immediately greeted him warmly.

Don't underestimate the importance of five dollars to these young people at this time.

A meal for an ordinary person at the fat boss's place costs only twenty cents. Those meals at Mr. Anderson's restaurant that cost ten, twenty, or even thirty dollars are ultimately a minority.

Five dollars is enough for these young people to have a good time for a while. Plus, they went to a high-end restaurant for an experience and ate two dollars worth of things for free, which made everyone feel good about Lance!

Gerald was also very happy. People liking Lance was like liking him.

Of course, not everyone is a good person, a positive character. Someone asked Lance a question that was actually difficult for him to answer—

"Lance, I'm curious, how much did you earn from this business?"

Greed and jealousy are always the original sins that people can't avoid. Someone calculated that Lance had spent more than a hundred dollars on them in one day.

Spending so much money in one day, does it mean that he can earn even more from it?

Moreover, they had all seen the news about Mr. Anderson's restaurant in the past two days. What they were most curious about was how much money Lance could earn from it.

This question was difficult to answer. Gerald took the initiative to stand up and reprimand the question, "What does it have to do with you?"

That person smiled sheepishly, "I'm just curious. I didn't mean to offend Lance. After all, I also made money, so I'm just a little curious."

Others spoke fairly for Lance, "You don't have to answer this question, Lance. We are all grateful that you thought of us at that time."

Lance unexpectedly answered their question, "About a thousand dollars in total."

The surrounding partners suddenly gasped, and even Gerald looked at him in stunned silence, almost subconsciously saying, "So much?!"

The young man who asked the question first also turned red with jealousy, "A thousand dollars, oh my god, I've never seen so much money!"

Lance didn't seem to think it was a big deal. "If you knew that the person who gave me this job earned at least two thousand dollars from it, wouldn't you be even more surprised?"

Sure enough, these people exclaimed once again. They found it hard to imagine what it felt like to earn so much money all at once.

"Lance, will there be such opportunities in the future?" Enio couldn't help but ask the question everyone wanted to ask. If they could earn five dollars simply, who wouldn't want to?

Numerous eyes immediately focused on him. Enio also seemed a little embarrassed, "Uh, I mean, if you need help, I think I can do something for you."

The young people responded one after another. Even if there was only one time a month, it would be a very good extra income.

"Me too!"

The voices of the young people gradually grew louder. The fact proves that as long as it concerns interests, people will burst out with unimaginable enthusiasm!

Mr. Chobaf heard the voices next to him in front. He curiously looked towards the young people and saw that almost all the young people were revolving around Lance, which made him very curious.

You should know that this was only Lance's second time attending the Empire people's gathering. He might not even recognize all the people here, but he had won the praise of the young people. This was amazing!

He had a good first impression of Lance. Most Empire people came to the Federation and discovered the differences between them—

It wasn't as bad as some people advertised, and at the same time, it showed a clearly superior side compared to the Empire. This would make these young people from the Empire feel a sense of inferiority, a feeling of not being able to take the step to embrace a new life.

He had seen many newly arrived Empire young people, restrained and cautious, even greeting others seemed timid.

But Lance didn't show these things. He looked cheerful, outgoing, and mature. Saying he was an Empire person, it would be more reliable if someone told him that this young man was a Federation person.

Mr. Chobaf sent an assistant to inquire, and soon he walked back, his expression a little strange, "You absolutely won't believe what I found out, Mr. Chobaf."

"You can not say, just like I can deduct your salary."

Mr. Chobaf didn't like this obvious way of selling off information.

His assistant quickly said, "He led the children to earn more than a hundred dollars, and he himself said that he earned a thousand dollars in the work that just ended!"

Even his assistant was shocked. Although this assistant had a higher salary than ordinary people, a thousand dollars was really too much!

Chobaf became even more curious after listening, "How did he do it?"