Shadow Empire

Chapter 902: Lapa people's friend Ping [666+8]
Suddenly, at this moment, Pedro had a lot to say to Lance, and even wanted to punch him in the chin!
He felt his hair stand on end. Extreme fear dominated his body. He was shaking and trembling!

When he thought of such a terrible scene, he couldn't help but want to escape!

It’s not that he is too weak, but that scene is too scary!

In fact... many people do not have an accurate understanding of hunger. Many people think that hunger just makes people hungry.

But in fact, hunger can change a person's soul!
When people are hungry, they can do many incredible things. Hunger will release their morals, ethics, and all the constraints imposed on them by nature.

It is like a key that will eventually open a hidden Pandora's box.

No one knows whether it is an angel or a devil that is released from inside.

Maybe there are more demons. When people succumb to their desires and nature, they become demons!

Someone bumped into him from behind, and he came to his senses trembling. He looked around, then clutched his food bag, squeezed through the crowd, and ran towards the nearest grocery store.

Before he left last week, he met the grocery store owner, who told him that someone was coming to buy food.

At that time, he had not thought of anything too complicated, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that everything might have been arranged long ago.

The script was not written now, it was written a long time ago, and each of them is just a part of this script.

It’s just that some people play the background and some people play the protagonist.

His mind is in a mess now, and he is thinking about all kinds of messy things.

The door of the grocery store was open and the owner was standing behind the counter.

"Give me some food!" He walked to the counter and put his bag of food on it.

There were some other people in the grocery store, and they all looked over here vaguely.

The grocery store owner shook his head and put his hands on the counter. "Sorry, we're sold out, but I've already contacted the granary and asked them to ship more food over next week."

Pedro stared into the grocery store owner's eyes. After they looked at each other for a moment, the grocery store owner took the initiative to look away.

They knew each other and had been together for many years. As a high school teacher with a social status significantly higher than others on this street, Pedro still had some status in the eyes of the neighbors.

Unable to bear Pedro's gaze, the grocery store owner shook his head slightly and said softly, "I don't have any left."

He actually had some, but he didn't want to sell it because it wasn't much. He also had twenty or thirty pounds of wheat kernels and more than twenty pounds of flour.

The grocery store was run by only him and his wife, and his children lived elsewhere, and the food was enough to feed them for a month.

But he was worried about whether his children had enough food, so he didn't plan to sell the rest.

Pedro looked at him twice, then looked at the bag of food on the counter. He couldn't help but curse "Fuck", then picked up the bag of food and ran out.

As he ran out, he saw four or five nervous young people entering the grocery store.

When passing by them, a young man was so nervous that he was sweating!

It's winter, the temperature is over 10 degrees, and I'm sweating!

But now is not his turn to meddle in other people's business, he has to go get some food.

After coming out of the grocery store, the streets were full of people running around. The shooting and robbery set a bad example for everyone here.

He saw several people on a distant street corner snatching another person's bag of food, and one guy was kicking that person's head continuously.

There are only more than 200 police officers in the city, but they have to manage a city of 200,000 people. They simply cannot take care of it all!
Pedro looked away after taking two glances, then turned around and ran away. Not long after he ran, he heard the owner's cry for help from the grocery store behind him!

He stopped in his tracks, and for some unknown reason he had some tinnitus in his ears, and even felt as if the world was spinning.

His blood pressure rose, but he didn't know it. He stood there looking back at the door of the grocery store, and seemed to have already outlined what it looked like inside in his mind.

"Help!"

"Someone help me...ah, help!"

Some people were walking towards this side, but they were all standing at the door of the grocery store and didn't go in.

Just a few seconds later, the grocery store owner suddenly rushed out!

He was covered in blood, and one could see that there were cuts in his black hair, some of which were even inside out and bleeding profusely.

He also had wounds on his arms and body, and was bleeding.

He looked at the people outside in horror. He didn't understand why no one saved him when he shouted for help!
Because he ran too fast, he fell and fell to the ground with a thud.

Then his body began to move slowly towards the grocery store. With a terrified look on his face, he grabbed the ground with both hands, trying to escape!
There were bloody handprints on the ground, and it was unclear whether they were caused by his blood or by his fingers being rubbed on the ground.

As if realizing that he couldn't escape the situation inside, he turned over and struggled face up. His body was shaking violently and he seemed to be kicking?

But soon he gave up resistance amid cries of pain, and from the expressions of the onlookers outside the door, it could be seen that he was being tortured, and then he was dragged inside.

The guy who always gave people a tough feeling soon couldn't even shout for help. In just 20 seconds, there was no sound at all.

Two minutes later, several young men rushed out carrying three bulging food bags. They waved knives in their hands, and the people watching at the door immediately dispersed a distance.

Then they disappeared into the street.

This should have been an infuriating scene, but what did Pedro hear?
"Serves you right. I knew he hid the food, but he wanted to eat it all by himself. Now look what happened!"

"Greedy people will not have a good end!"

They seemed to be accusing someone who had done nothing wrong, but the outrageous thing was that Pedro even felt... that there was a hint of rightness!

The remaining people suddenly rushed into the grocery store, and he could imagine what they were going to do.

Although it is not food, it can at least bring them some comfort.

Everything is falling apart, and it will fall apart fast.

The poorer the place, the more incomplete the food reserves are. It was hard for him to imagine what would happen.

Pedro, who witnessed the whole incident, shuddered again. He cursed, turned around and ran towards the school. He was worried that it would affect the school and hurt those students.

The school is in a good condition because it is populated by children from middle-class families in the city and the school is considered safe.

The students' parents paid to hire four security guards to ensure the safety of the school, and at this time, these security guards played a certain role.

Pedro greeted the security guard and entered the school. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the normal order in the school.

There is a cafeteria in the school, and he is worried that someone will attack the school, but it seems that they don't want to offend the middle class in this city.

But the question is, where should he and his family get food?

The entire city’s food reserves were consumed in an instant, and most of them were hidden away by some people.

Angry people who lost their minds, people running around in panic, and those speculators, conspirators, and careerists who smiled in the face of the chaos...

This peaceful city is falling!
About to fall into hell!

In Zhuolan, the problem of food shortage has not yet affected here. In order to avoid causing some unnecessary trouble in advance, Zhuolan's food supply is still sufficient.

"what happened?"

Diego looked at the official beside him. The phone rang just now. He was discussing some cooperation matters with Lance and others, so it was the official who went to borrow it.

Diego is not an easy person to get along with. He acts more normal in front of Lance and the others, not because he is a normal person, but because he can't handle these foreigners.

If he could handle these foreigners, Lance would not be sitting not far from him now, but would be locked up in the basement and tortured to reveal his bank account number and credentials.

Thinking of Diego's attitude towards his people once he got angry, the official immediately forced a smile on his face. "Nothing. Some cities may be short of food. They are worried about whether there will be any problems."

Diego frowned when he heard this question, "There are so many foods in the wild, can't they find food for themselves?"

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to the official who brought him bad news and looked at Lance. "It's a very reasonable plan."

"It seems that the federal government does have its own unique way of managing the country!"

As he spoke, he stood up with the help of the handrail. His movements looked funny, but no one laughed at him.

"Let's eat first!"

"It's getting late and I'm a little hungry. We can talk about the rest after we finish eating."

Lance brought two things. The first was to increase investment, build more factories and hire more workers.

Ores, rubber, precious metals, wood, furs, anything that can make money, he wants it!
He gave Diego 15% of the shares, and he didn't have to do anything and could get a lot of money every year!
Diego was happy with this because the money was for himself and not for the federal government or other members of the ruling group.

Secondly, he brought Diego a tax collection plan.

Anyone with a monthly income of more than one thousand para, or thirteen federal sols at the current exchange rate, is required to pay taxes.

The tax rate starts at 20 percent, and the higher the salary, the higher the tax rate.

As for how to count?

In fact, it is very simple. The high-income people are all in Lans' factory. Lans can directly transfer this part of the tax to the designated account of Lapa National Bank.

In this way, even if Diego and others do nothing, they can still collect tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of federal soles in taxes every month.

How could he be unhappy?

So he wanted to use a grand banquet to express his "gratitude" to Lance and the federal people!
Diego stood with Lance holding a golden wine glass, his face flushed as he raised the glass high, "Lance, you are the best friend of the people of Lapa!"

The reporters on the side frantically took pictures of this historic moment!
(End of this chapter)