Shadow Empire

Chapter 636: Difficulties to overcome on the way to the ideal destination

Chapter 636: Difficulties to overcome on the way to the ideal destination [666+4]
You can tell at a glance that the cigar in Lance's hand is not cheap. The metal casing allows anyone to tell at a glance that it is not cheap.

At least those cigars that cost a few bucks don't necessarily give you a metal, and possibly gold-plated, individual tube, but here it is.

Carl had never smoked a cigar before, so he nodded with some intention, "Of course, sir."

Lance opened the cigar tube, took a pair of scissors and processed it in front of him, and told him why he did it.

Then he took out a special lighter, smoked the cigarette butt for a while, and handed it to Karl, "Try it, take a small puff first."

Carl was a little excited. Young people would be very excited about something they have never experienced but desire and already have in their hands, because that was their dream and the life they pursued.

Just like the girl lying in bed wrapped in the sheets telling you that she will not go out that night, or the cigar in his hand that represents identity and status.

His hands were shaking slightly, and after taking the cigar, he couldn't stop smiling. He took a small puff, and then he felt someone punch him!
He coughed violently and tried to inhale the cigar smoke into his lungs.

The excessive nicotine gave him a hard punch in the throat!
Just one bite and his throat became hoarse!

He was coughing violently and couldn't straighten his back.

After a while, he was obviously better, but the tears in his eyes told Lance that he was not at ease just now.

"Cigars are not meant to be inhaled. Let the smoke swirl in your mouth for a while, using your tongue to stir it."

"You can feel some unique taste gradually filling your mouth, slowly changing, and then you spit it all out!"

"Just like this!", while he was coughing Lance lit a cigar himself, took a puff and demonstrated.

Then he spit it out easily, looking very elegant!

"This is my first time smoking a cigar, Mr. Lance," Carl explained, his voice still a little hoarse. He looked at the cigar with lingering fear and took another small puff.

This time he didn't inhale into his lungs. Instead, he followed Lance's example and let more smoke swirl in his mouth, attaching it to the oral mucosa.

He gradually felt a very interesting feeling. First, there was a distinct nutty taste in his mouth, and a hint of milk, but it soon turned into a taste that he couldn't describe, but it was obviously some kind of fruit, and there was also a hint of whiskey.

It's amazing!
He imitated Lance and spit it out slowly to make himself look more elegant.

His actions made Lance burst out laughing, because at this moment Carl looked like a little monkey who was learning human behavior!
"Did I do something wrong?" Carl was a little confused. He didn't know why Lance laughed out loud.

Lance shook his head, "No, you didn't do anything wrong, I just thought it was funny, I saw something stronger in you than Bonnie did."

"The desire for a better life, the pursuit of wealth and power."

Lanston paused. "You don't have to finish the cigar all at once. When you feel it's almost done, you can put it out and put it in this tube to keep it safe."

"Next time you need it, take it out and light it up again."

Lance handed over the metal cigar tube he had brought with him, along with some other things.

"Do you know how much the cigar in your hand costs?" he asked.

The best way to stimulate a person's ambition and desire is to let him touch it first.

It's like a woman. If a woman doesn't show any affection to a man, the man won't have any wild thoughts.

But if she flirts with him or even gives him some benefits, then the man will have an illusion that this woman likes him.

The same goes for power. If you don't let people who have never enjoyed it enjoy the pleasure of power and wealth, they won't try so hard to possess them!

Carl shook his head, "I don't know, Mr. Lance."

"Fifteen bucks, Carl."

Carl's eyes widened, he looked down at the cigar in his hand, he couldn't imagine that it cost so much!
The price is so high that a local federal worker can only afford three after working hard for a month!
"How much money do I have to spit out?"

He was shocked by the luxury of Lance's life and took another sip. The experience, which was completely different from smoking, intoxicated him.

The stronger nicotine was absorbed faster through the mucous membrane and entered the blood circulation system to begin taking effect. He felt a little dizzy, but he didn't hate this feeling. Instead, he liked it very much.

After Lansbon put out his cigar, he tightened the cigar tube and threw it to him, "Pack it up, our break is over, now you can continue to tell your story."

If Carl might have had a little hesitation in his heart before this, then at this moment, he had no hesitation at all.

This is the life he wants, to casually put away the cigars that cost a dozen bucks each in the drawer, instead of working hard outside all day and only earning a few dozen cents of so-called hard-earned money that can make him feel at ease.

He doesn't want that kind of life!

"Mr. Lance, this is what happened..."

He told him everything that happened yesterday in detail, and Lance was a little surprised at Mr. Hope's ambition and execution ability.

He thought about it, wondering if he could gain something from this, or if he might lose something.

Carl closed his mouth after he finished speaking and sat quietly, even slowing down his breathing for fear of disturbing Lance's thoughts.

After a long while, Lance's expression changed slightly. He looked at Carl with a smile, "You are different from Bonnie."

"That's not in his story." Carl nodded. "Bonnie thinks Hope is a good man. Everything he did was to make life better for us, the refugees."

Lance asked, "What about you?"

This is actually a rather complex and important question, and Carl also has a vague feeling in his heart that if he can answer this question well, he can go further.

Ten seconds later, his heart was beating violently. He tried his best to look normal. "Mr. Lance, if I am richer than him, then I can definitely do better than him."

"I can help more refugees with my own hands without asking them to give me anything in return. I will help others more cleanly than he does, without doing it with a purpose!"

Lance was somewhat surprised by Carl's very thoughtful answer. He thought for a while, nodded and said, "You have given me some new understanding of you. I am beginning to look forward to your future."

"Karl, the road of life is always tortuous, full of ups and downs, hardships, traps, and everything that wants you to stop and hinder you."

“Difficulties don’t necessarily mean you fall, and overcoming difficulties isn’t necessarily as simple as just getting up after falling.”

“It will appear in various ways on your way to your ideal. Everything that stops you is your difficulty, and you must overcome it.”

"Boni is a good kid. The demands he places on himself are the difficulties he faces in achieving his ideal."

"It's too bad that he didn't make it, so he stayed there, on the road to his dream."

"It's a shame I can't meet him at my ideal destination, but I hope you'll be there."

Lance raised his chin slightly, "From now on, you take Bonnie's place."

"From now on, you are the boss of your gang, and if you have any questions, you can come to me and I will support you."

"As for Bonnie..."

Lance shook his head. "He fell down and can't get up. We can't help him. Let him stay there."

"Don't be influenced by him, and don't bother him."

Lance said as he began to give him a new task, "You can help me find out about Hope's affairs, where he lives and so on, but you don't need to interfere too much."

"Because you have a new job!"

Carl became serious. He kept Lance's words firmly in his mind. "You say."

"I heard that there are many women working as call girls over there?"

This question made Karl a little embarrassed, but he still nodded, "Yes, it's a common phenomenon."

"There is no technical threshold for taking the job, and you can make money quickly."

Lance tapped his fingers on the table lightly. "The naval base will soon be welcoming naval soldiers. You know, they are young people like you, but most of them are stronger and older than you."

"They have a strong need for sex, and it's big business."

"I'm going to leave it to you."

Carl was stunned for a moment, but quickly agreed, "No problem, Boss."

He tentatively called out "Boss", but Lance didn't object, as if he didn't hear it.

But this also made Carl very happy, he felt that he was accepted.

"Don't force those poor women. Tell them the truth. The federal soldiers need them. They can get at least one dollar each time."

"No one will bully them, no one will not pay them, and I will solve any problems if they arise."

"We temporarily need..." He thought for a moment, "five hundred people."

“Can you help me with this?”

"Karl?"

Carl clenched his fists and said, "Just watch me!"

Lance was pleased with his drive; he might lack some of Bonnie's noble qualities, but he could certainly go further than Bonnie.