karlmaks
Stories
7
Chapters
3,734
Words
6.7 M
Comments
25
Reading
23 d, 6 h
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An old man and a young man looked at each other for a moment. The old tailor spoke quietly, "Mr. Lance, what do you want this boy to do?" In fact, this "boy" was older than Lance, but to the old tailor, he was still a boy. This also showed how much he cared about his son-in-law. "A clothing factory. I need a manager, but I don't trust anyone else." "You come help me manage this clothing factory, arrange work, storage, procurement, shipments, everything. I'll pay you a hundred a month." The old tailor…-
1.8 M • Ongoing
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Mr. Jobav had a premonition that Lance would act. If he really had the guts to overturn the table and quit playing, he wouldn’t have been extorted of hundreds of thousands by people back and forth without doing anything. He always wanted to avoid being involved in these troubles, then sneak into high society, and afterward think about reclaiming what he lost during his rise. But he ignored one thing: the federal high society will always belong only to federals, not outsiders, not immigrants. No…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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The lights in the dock management office were still on, and one unlucky guy was working overtime. The manager told him that before 9:30 a.m., he had to have this document finished on his desk. But the manager could swear to anyone that he never asked anyone to work overtime voluntarily. This was all the employees’ own initiative. And the reason the employee worked overtime on his own was because during normal hours he didn’t work hard enough and didn’t finish what he was supposed to. "Why is it…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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This era of the Federation can be called the best time ever, a period of wild development. Before social rules are fully established, before people’s courage is restrained by the law, when desire tramples reason, this place, right now, is about to be the brightest era in the Federation’s long history. It’s even better than when the Federation was first founded, because complete chaos doesn’t always mean a good era. People had no good lives beyond looting. At this moment, everything is at an…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Hammer was a very common worker on the docks—just like his name, very ordinary. He had the bad temper that most dock workers had. Every day, he was annoyed by one thing or another; there was always someone who could get on his nerves. He never thought the problem was himself. If it were, why would someone else make him unhappy instead of him making himself unhappy? Lately, his mood had been even more unstable, because all the bars had stopped selling alcohol but told them if they were willing to pay a…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Mr. White looked at Lance, unsure how to address him. Lance took the lead, easing the tension. "Just call me Lance." Stepping into the yard, Lance pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Care for one?" Seeing the elegant packaging, Mr. White hesitated briefly before nodding. "Of course..." He eyed Lance cautiously, "Lance?" Lance didn’t hold any particular fondness or dislike for Mr. White. If his feelings could be quantified, Mr. White would get a passing grade. This was because Mr. White had accepted…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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The skyrocketing prices of alcoholic beverages surprised no one, but the speed of the increase exceeded expectations. Other states that had joined the Prohibition Alliance had experienced price hikes as well, but the growth had been gradual at first. People were unsure how far the alliance would spread or how strictly the rules would be enforced. Now, however, things were different. It looked like Prohibition would soon become part of the Federal Constitution. Once it did, no state could circumvent…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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The mayor of Jingang City still had two years left in office, and he intended to use this time to secure as many political resources as possible. Jingang City, one of the engines of the Federation's economic growth, garnered widespread attention. As long as this attention remained, the mayor’s accomplishments would continue to be revisited. Much like the mayors who expanded the city’s first and second docks, their contributions were still celebrated today. Even if some of them had passed away, their…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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"Call me Lance," he said, shaking Debbie’s hand lightly. "It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, ma’am." Debbie was impressed with Lance, and she warmly invited them to sit. "Can I get you something to drink?" Vaughn glanced at Lance, who smiled. "We just had coffee before coming here, so I’m good, thank you. What about you, Mr. Vaughn?" "Vaughn!" Vaughn corrected firmly. He cared about being addressed by his name. "I’ll pass as well, thanks!" Debbie then sat opposite them and got to the point.…
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Maintaining a city councilor with even marginal value costs about $60,000 a year. This was the figure William offered Lance as a reasonable estimate. “I don’t know how much you’re earning annually, but it’s clear that this is still far off for you,” William remarked. “You should focus on stabilizing your current work and broadening your horizons. When you’re wealthier, you won’t need to invest in councilors—they’ll come looking for you instead.” William lowered his voice slightly.…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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