Shadow Empire

Chapter 635 Two Stories [666+3]
Boney lay on the bed looking at his mother. His mother was not very educated, but life taught her how to face the world.

Being honest may not be the best option.

But it's definitely not the worst.

"I get it, Mom.", he made his decision.

The next morning, he didn't even arrange work, but just asked people to do their work as usual, and then went to the Imperial District with his best friend Carl.

Standing in front of the magnificent building, Bonny was not distracted by it as before, but was thinking about what might happen next.

On the contrary, Carl, like every time he came here before, looked at this luxurious building in amazement. It was as if he was looking at a vault and countless wealth.

"One day I want to have a big house like this!" He clenched his fists and thought to himself.

He and Boni grew up together. Both were poor. After receiving the most basic education, they entered society and started working.

Although they all look only 16 or 17 years old, they have actually been working outside for two or three years.

The poor, whether they are the poor in the Federation, the poor in Dentra, the poor in the Empire or the poor in Slade, all have a hard time.

Exploitation, oppression, the whole society is like a huge lead block that makes people breathless.

His life was muddle-headed before the war broke out, until he fled to the Federation, saw the extravagant life there, and heard stories about how even ordinary people could change their own destiny.

A seed fell into his heart, and under the watering of desire, it took root and sprouted quietly.

The two men walked on the mirrored marble parquet floor, both looking a little inferior. They didn't fit in with the decoration here and the gentlemen in formal suits who looked at them with half-smiles!

They are like clowns, hiding in the shadows.

Following the secretary's inquiry, the heavy solid wood door was pushed open and the two were allowed to enter. They walked into the office, and Lance asked them to sit opposite him and asked the secretary to bring them coffee.

"I thought your work would take some time to finish," Lance said, which was actually a slight warning or reminder.

He already knew who that bastard was. His original intention was to let Bonnie find out, but he ended up finding out first.

He wanted to remind Boni who is the boss and who is the employee.

Bonny didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence, and there were subtle and continuous changes in his expression.

Dilemma, hesitation, impulse, rationality...

Many emotions alternated, and finally he mustered up the courage and said softly, "Mr. Lance, I have something...I want to talk to you about."

"Stories!" Lance smiled and took a cigarette from the cigarette box, motioning for them to help themselves. "I like stories. I hope this story can please me."

"Go ahead, say what you want to say."

Bonnie didn't take a cigarette, but Carl took one. He couldn't bear to buy such expensive cigarettes.

The moment he lit the cigarette with the desktop lighter, the mellow taste was definitely a different enjoyment from the two-cent pack in his pocket.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, as if he was in the clouds!

Of course, this is just his own imagination, and it is not that magical.

Boney exhaled heavily, "Last time you asked me to investigate the gentleman who organized the rally, and I found him. His name is Hope Wright."

Lance nodded. He knew all this, and motioned for Bonnie to continue.

"I learned about Mr. Wright's deeds. He has been committed to helping refugees solve their problems. He has found many charities and brought a lot of supplies and medicines."

"I don't know how I can put it. He hopes that by drawing people's attention to the refugee community, more people will help us and keep us away from hunger and disease."

He emphasized his tone a little, "Mr. Lance, Mr. Wright is also a good man."

"Are you done?" Lance asked.

This question made Boni unable to react for a moment, but he nodded quickly, "Yes... No, I don't know how to say it, I think... He is a good person, we shouldn't hurt him."

Lance exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded noncommittally. After a few seconds, he asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Sorry?" Boni thought he didn't hear clearly, "You mean..."

Lance emphasized again, "Whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, what does it have to do with me?"

"I just need his name and his information. As for whether he is a good person, who he helped, who he hurt, does it have anything to do with me?"

"Just like no matter what I plan to do, what does it have to do with you?"

He shook his head and said, "Boni, you are a good guy. You have some qualities that I admire. You never give in to life. I admire you very much."

"I admire you, so I gave you the chance, not the chance that life gave you."

"It will just keep looking for your weaknesses and try to break you."

"You didn't do what I asked you to do, and I'm disappointed."

He shook his head. "Although I still admire your noble character, it is obvious that we are not on the same wavelength."

"I have lost confidence in our future cooperation. Perhaps you can go to that...Wright?"

"Go find a job with him, his job might suit your taste." "You are fired."

"Feel sorry."

In fact, it’s not that disappointing. It’s normal for a young person who has not been beaten into despair by society to still have some dreams and pursuits in his heart.

Although Bonnie felt uncomfortable and hard to accept, he still respected Lance's decision, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lance."

Lance shook his head, "You haven't done anything wrong to me. I hope you won't regret your decision in the future."

"I'll have Melo pay you your salary. If you run into any trouble, you can come find me."

"Even though you no longer work for me, we're still friends."

Bonnie nodded, "Sorry... and thank you."

Carl watched all this happen in amazement. Why did it happen so quickly?
He saw Bonnie stand up, and at this point he no longer cared to continue showing his shock, so he stood up as well.

The two then said goodbye to Lance and left the office.

The moment he walked out of the office, Carl pushed Boney and asked, "Are you crazy?"

Bonny shook his head, staggered a few steps after being pushed, found his balance again, and continued walking outside.

Karl followed closely and said, "You lost this job. Do you know what that means?"

"It means we have lost our income and we have to go back to looking for food on the street like a stray dog!"

"Sorry, it's not just one, it's a group, you, me, and them!"

Bonny quickened his pace. He didn't want to talk about this here. People around were already looking at them.

Karl also noticed this, he shut up, and the two of them quickly left the company. Standing at the door, Karl completely exploded, “Fuck, what on earth are you thinking about?”

"What will we do next?"

"Following that Hope thing?"

"He values ​​you because you have everything Mr. Lance gave you. If you lose that, he won't value you at all!"

"I always thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be so hopelessly stupid!"

"Enough!" Boney shouted. People around him looked over here. He had to lower his voice again. "Mr. Hope is a good man. He does have some ambitions, but it's just as he said."

"A beggar can only save another beggar, but a rich man can save us all!"

"He is trying to help as many people as possible, and I don't want to be a bad guy who hurts good people!"

Carl was so angry that he laughed, "So you want to exchange our future for Hope's future?"

"Wang Defa!"

"You know, whether you do it or not, he's dead!"

"Fuck, you really need to see a doctor about your brain!"

Bonnie's face also looked unhappy. "Even if he is dead, I hope his death has nothing to do with me!"

After saying that, he turned and left. Looking at his good brother's back, Carl felt for the first time that he was very childish and stupid, so stupid that he didn't know what to say.

He pinched his waist, his body filled with anger, but with nowhere to vent. Just as he turned around, he saw the gate not far away.

He thought of something and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

There was still a lingering smell of expensive cigarettes on his breath. After several minutes, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards the company again.

The secretary was a little curious about the little guy who had come back not long after leaving, but she still followed the procedure, notified Lance, and brought Carl in after getting permission.

"Just you?"

Lance looked at him, as calm and indifferent as before.

Carl nodded, and this time Lance didn't let him sit down.

In the past, they were Lance's subordinates and Lance would allow them to sit down, but now they are just ordinary people and they have lost the qualifications to sit opposite Lance.

Karl swallowed his saliva, feeling a little fierce.

He didn't want to move out of the big house, didn't want to go back to New Port and eat stale food that had been sitting there for days, and he didn't want to live his whole life in poverty.

He wants to be the boss!

"Mr. Lance, actually, Hope called us over yesterday and he said something that I thought might be of some interest to you."

Lance looked at him thoughtfully, and soon, an expression appeared on his face, "Come, sit down and tell me, I believe this is definitely another story, an interesting story."

He asked his secretary to bring a new cup of coffee and took out a cigar. "Would you like to try it?"

(End of this chapter)