Shadow Empire

Chapter 681: Contrast Causes Harm [666+22]
Compared with Bonnie's quality of life which plummeted after he left the company, Carl's quality of life is constantly improving.

Ever since Lance raised their commission, Carl has been able to receive approximately five hundred to six hundred yuan in income every day. In just a few days, he has more than two thousand yuan in his hands, not to mention the previous money.

People may not have any idea how good money is under normal circumstances, but it is fully demonstrated at this moment.

While people outside were still racking their brains over where to get dinner, people here in Carl had already started drinking juice and eating meat.

Being able to eat enough, feed your family, and have money to spend, this is heaven!

Isn’t the free and relaxed federal environment exactly what they dream of?

What Bonnie couldn't give them, Carl could give them, and they were willing to be loyal to Carl!
As soon as the young man from Bonnie approached the door, two of his companions who were chatting casually blocked his way and said, "This place has nothing to do with you anymore. You shouldn't come here."

The younger brother looked at the new clothes on the two men and also noticed the red and white armbands on their left arms.

A brand new woolen fedora, a woolen trench coat, a beautiful and upright formal suit, and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

It was obvious that they were still the same lackeys not long ago, but after just such a period of time, the gap between the two sides seemed to have widened even further.

The younger brother felt a little regretful, but in his heart he was more dissatisfied and resentful towards Boni.

They were living such a good life, so how come they were unable to distinguish even the simplest and most basic things because of Bonny?

The two former companions looked down at him, which made him feel a little sad, but also made him want to rejoin this group even more!

"I have something I want to talk to Carl about."

"Carl?" The guy on the left frowned, "Can you just call me by my name, Carl?"

"For the sake of our acquaintance, if I hear you call him that again, I will tear your mouth apart!"

"Remember, kid, you have to call him 'Mr. Carl'!"

"do you understand?"

A shocked expression flashed across the young brother's face. Although he cursed a few words in his heart, he was more shocked!
They are "formalizing" instead of doing small-scale operations like they did during the "Boni era".

This also means that they will live better and become more powerful in the future!

He has not yet seen what Boni talked about, such great ideals and doing things for more people, but he has not seen any practical results at all.

People who cannot afford to eat still cannot afford to eat, and can only avoid starvation by relying on federal relief.

Those who cannot afford clothes will not be covered by ice and snow in the middle of the night and eventually freeze to death because of Bonnie or Mr. Hope.

People are still as miserable and sad as in the past, and nothing will change just because someone has lofty ideals.

But look here, their lives are really getting better and better!
He lowered his head, his eyes filled with longing. He also wanted to put on that pair of beautiful leather shoes. It must be very comfortable to walk on the ground.

He said in a slightly humble tone, "I remember, Mr. Karl!"

"I have something I want to talk to Mr. Karl about Bonnie and it has something to do with Mr. Hope."

The two men looked at each other, the one on the left asked him to wait here, and the other one entered the house.

Soon the man came back, "Mr. Karl asked you to go in, remember, be smart, it's not the past now!"

The little brother nodded repeatedly. After he pushed open the familiar door, he saw a different scene.

This house was not originally purchased by them. It was vacant and occupied by them, so the things in the house, including the furniture, looked very shabby.

But what did he see now?
He saw someone was pasting wallpaper. There was a large carpet and a beautiful sofa in the living room. Young people, wearing similar clothes to the two people at the door, were gathered together smoking, eating, or chatting with the girls in their arms.

The moment he walked in and felt the softness of the carpet under his feet, he suddenly felt inferior.

Then the dissatisfaction with Boni became even stronger!

Blame him!

Originally they were the same!

He forced a smile. All the eyes of those people were focused on him. The difference in clothing between the two made him feel like a humble clown. "I'm here to see Mr. Karl."

One of them, who used to have a good relationship with him, spoke up to break the deadlock, "The boss is in the study on the second floor."

Boss, a very formal title. The little brother nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, I understand."

He walked a little faster, afraid to hear laughter mocking him among the voices of those people.

He trotted to the gate, where everything was being renovated.

This wouldn't be Carl's final office, just one of them, the first one, but he still wanted it to look a little more luxurious.

He was imitating Lance in every way, and it might be a poor imitation, but he would try.

He knocked on the door and it was quickly opened, but not by Carl, but by another young man he had never seen before.

The other party opened the door and glanced at him, "Do you have a weapon?" The little brother shook his head, "I don't have anything."

But the other party still simply searched his body before letting him in.

There were several other people in the room, some sitting and some standing. Carl was sitting on a chair behind the large table, with his legs crossed and a cigar in his hand. When he saw him come in, he just exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Haha, look who is this?"

"My brother, why did you think of coming back to see me? Are you here to laugh at me?"

Although he said this, there was a different expression on his face, one that showed mockery and sarcasm.

The younger brother was even more upset, "I brought news related to Bonnie and Hope."

Karl curled his lips, raised his hand, and several young men whom the little brother had never seen stood up and left the room.

In a trance, he seemed not to be in the place where refugees gathered, but in the territory of a legendary big shot in the Bay Area.

Carl tilted his head slightly, looking very relaxed, "So what news do you bring me?"

If he had any hesitation before, now after seeing everything here, he no longer hesitated.

"Hope asked Bonnie to continue to gather people. They plan to continue causing trouble in a few days, probably the day before or on New Year's Day."

"And this time they're going to gather thousands of people!"

Karl’s expression changed slightly, and he frowned, “Are you sure?”

"I'm sure, Boss..." He imitated the people outside and shouted "Boss". Carl smiled and didn't correct his mistake.

"This news is indeed important, but it is not important enough, because if they really intend to gather a lot of people, I will definitely be able to find out."

There was no lie in this statement. This was not just gathering three to five people, or thirty to fifty people, there was still a chance to keep it secret.

With thousands of people, it's impossible to keep a secret.

However, the younger brother also has his own opinion, "But by the time you know it, it may be too late to change anything. Now they haven't gathered many people yet, and there is still plenty of time to do something."

Karl's expression, which didn't seem to care much at this time, became solemn. He glanced at the little brother again and nodded, "You have some truth in what you said."

"Wait outside the door. I'll make a call."

Then after the little brother left, he dialed Lance's number.

He was a little arrogant just now, but he immediately lowered his head and said, "Mr. Lance?"

"There is something I think I need to inform you of... Just now there was a friend, we were together before, and then he and Bonnie left... Yes, that's it."

"Now he's back and told me that Bonnie and Hope are planning to hold another rally and recruit several thousand people around the first day of the new year..."

"Yes... He is right here... OK, I get it, OK, OK, bye!"

After he hung up the phone, he sat there thinking for a while, then asked someone to call his little brother back in.

"Your information is valuable," he said without hiding it, "but you are even more valuable."

"I want you to go back to Boni and find out the details, when, what to do, and who the organizers are."

"If you have any special news, send it back as soon as possible. I know what you want."

"As long as you behave well enough, I will give you what you want."

He opened the drawer, took out a few one-dollar bills, and placed them on the table. "Here are ten dollars. Take them first. If you do well, there will be more."

"I am different from Bonny. He always talks about useless ideals and the future."

“I’m much more realistic.”

"You give me work, and I'll give you money!"

Looking at the money on the table, the little brother's heart was trembling!

He took the initiative to walk over with his head down and his back bent, picked up the money on the table with both hands, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Boss, I am willing to work for you!"

After the little brother left, Carl gathered the group of people together again. These people were the more ruthless ones he found among the refugees.

The purpose of recruiting these people is that he also needs a group of people who can fight and kill, rather than doing everything by himself.

Boni was too idealistic. Although some of the people he recruited were capable of fighting, none of them were capable of killing.

Carl needs to make up for this shortcoming because he wants to be a big shot!
When everyone gathered, he looked at them. Their once rebellious faces now showed only obedience to him.

This is the power of money, it can make people change everything about themselves!
"You always tell me how great you are. Now there's a mission for you to do. Kill someone!"

(End of this chapter)