game traveler

Chapter 82 The Real Black Hand of Saint Denis

When Rorschach and the company's general manager Johnson arrived in Saint-Denis in a hurry, they learned more about the situation from the person in charge of the factory.

Just at noon yesterday, a group of Saint-Denis police officers in blue uniforms came to the bicycle factory viciously with a seizure order.

Then unilaterally announced that the factory had violated the regulations, drove all the workers away at once, and put a seal on it, prohibiting everyone from approaching the factory.

When he saw the two policemen guarding the factory gate, Rorschach couldn't help but frown.

The faint black smoke over Saint-Denis is not a symbol of industrialization, but a metaphor for the status quo of the city.

This city, full of immigrants from various countries and clashing cultures, has long been shrouded in a huge black hand.

And the person who controlled Saint-Denis in his palm was the mafia boss from Sicily, Italy.

Even if you think about it with your knees, you can know that the instigator behind the seizure of the factory must be Angelo Bronte, a cunning Italian bastard!

The investment failed last time, so this time you just resorted to tricks?

Bronte's operation is the same as what Rorschach felt when playing the game, so despicable!
"Boss, what should we do now?"

"Go back and talk."

Back at Roche's office in Saint-Denis, Johnson, who had just finished counting the supply situation of the factory, greeted him solemnly:

"The factory stopped production, relying solely on Valentine's output, it is impossible to complete the order on hand on time. If it is overdue, we will not only lose money, but also the good reputation of the Phoenix brand."

"How many unfulfilled orders do we have on hand? What about inventory?"

Hearing this, Johnson licked the corners of his dry lips, and immediately responded: "There are still [-] cars in the warehouse, but there are [-] unfinished orders."

Sitting on the chair, he tapped the armrest of the chair rhythmically with his fingers. After thinking for a while, Rorschach quickly came up with a solution:

"First focus on completing those orders that are about to be overdue, and let the second factory work three hours of overtime every day. Remember, overtime pay must be paid adequately. Also, I don't want a worker's health to be affected."

"As for the seizure of the factory, I will talk to the mayor."

However, when Rorschach came to the city hall with his men, intending to ask to see the mayor, the door was turned away.

Even if he reported that he was the mayor of Valentine and the owner of Roche Company, he only got a perfunctory answer: "The mayor has to deal with government affairs and has no time to see you for now."

Needless to say, this must have been Brontë's fault again.

"Don't eat this group of sour radishes! We obviously have all the procedures in place, and there is no so-called illegal behavior at all, why should we be seized casually?!"

Just as Johnson beside him was scolding those government officials who were eating dry food very resentfully, Rorschach noticed that on the street opposite the main entrance of the city hall, two half-year-old teenagers in shabby clothes were looking at them intently.

Meeting Luo Xia's eyes, the two teenagers immediately looked away, turned and disappeared into the alley.

This scene made Rorschach understand something.

Having played the game, he naturally knew that these teenagers were Bronte's eyes and ears monitoring the entire city.

In other words, their every move in this city has already been recorded by these teenagers and sent to someone's desktop...

Thinking of this, Luo Xia's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice:
"Let's go back first..."

Not long after returning to the office from the city hall, a carriage stopped at the door of the office.

Immediately afterwards, a well-dressed man in a black tuxedo got out of the carriage.

He swaggered into the office and said loudly in English with a Sicilian accent:
"Excuse me, is Mr. Anos here?"

When Luo Xia came to the lobby from the second floor and saw this man, he knew it.

Obviously, Bronte's methods are not over yet.

Or, it's just the beginning...

"Are you looking for me?"

"Mr. Brontë sent me to invite you to a party."

As soon as the words fell, the man's white-gloved right hand took out a beautifully tailored invitation letter from the inside pocket of his suit, and handed it to Rorschach:
"The banquet will be held in the garden of the mayor's mansion tomorrow night, please be there on time."

Looking down at the invitation to the banquet in his hand, Luo Xia's eyes could not help but flash a cold light.

Obviously, this is Bronte's blow to him!

This banquet invitation letter seemed to be mocking him in front of Bronte himself:
I asked the mayor to seal up your factory!
You can't see the mayor, but I can hold a banquet at the mayor's house at will!

This is my city.And you are just an outsider who cannot attend the banquet without an invitation letter!
At least, Rorschach felt Bronte's strong provocation and disdain.

Just like meeting for the first time...

"Please tell Mr. Bronte that I will be there on time."

Hearing this, the man bowed slightly, turned and left.

Looking at the carriage slowly leaving outside the gate, Johnson on the side couldn't help asking:
"Boss, are you really going to attend this banquet?"

This old man is very sensitive to numbers and business operations, and is a good talent.

However, the mind is a little simple.

Still don't get it, the whole thing was never just about business...

Putting the invitation letter in the pocket of the windbreaker, Luo Xia turned his head and spread his hands:

"Of course. The mayor himself will certainly be present at the banquet at the mayor's house. Then we can see him and ask questions."

Although it says so.

However, Rorschach knew very well that even if he attended the banquet and met the mayor, it would be impossible for the police at the factory gate to leave and the factory to resume production.

The trouble should end it.

To solve the problem of factories being seized, one must solve the problem.

And this person is not the mayor who exists like a puppet on a string, but the real master of the city - Bronte!

. . .

The next day, seven o'clock in the evening.

The time the party starts.

The mayor's mansion was already brightly lit.

At the gate of the mansion, a welcoming tent was erected.

At this time, a carriage that looked like a large black box slowly stopped in front of the gate of the mansion.

With a snap, the car door opened, and Rorschach, Johnson, and Joe, dressed in black dresses, jumped out of the carriage.

Stepping towards the door, Johnson on the side handed the invitation letter to the man in a suit holding the guest list at the door.

After comparing the invitation letter with the list, the man bowed slightly to Rorschach:

"Welcome, Mr. Arnos."

"I'm so sorry, the mayor has not allowed guns at official events since last year's drama. So..."

"of course."

After finishing speaking, Rorschach raised his hand and waved lightly.

Behind him, Joe lifted the hem of his suit and handed the two revolvers around his waist to the policeman in charge of security.

Rorschach and Johnson also opened the hem of their suits, indicating that they were not armed.

After confirming, the man nodded:

"Thank you for your cooperation. Luca will take you to see Mr. Brontë, I believe he is waiting for you..."

(End of this chapter)