In the evening, Caitlin's house.
The garden villa of Caitlin's family is located in the upper urban area where the rich and famous people gather in Pirtwaff, and it is only a short distance from the golden Star Avenue.
And this is just the countless manors, villas, private islands of the Gilaman family It's just a "small room" commonly used in real estate.
Caitlin has been home for quite a while.
But she never changed into a casual T-shirt or dress as usual. Instead, she was wearing her blue law enforcement officer uniform, holding a document carefully bound with kraft paper, sitting on the broad sofa in her reception room, waiting for her mother, Mrs. Gillamann, the senator, to return.
But the mother, who usually pays great attention to her family and insists on going home on time every day, did not appear today.
Caitlin did not waver. She was still waiting.
Finally, after a long wait, some movement finally came from the reception room.
"Madam, Miss Caitlin has been waiting for you in the conference room." The housekeeper's respectful reminder came from the door.
"I see. You all go down."
Then a quiet and deep female voice sounded.
This voice has a feminine softness, but also naturally carries a kind of authority of the superior. Rational and indifferent.
Caitlin knew that her mother would never speak in this way at home before.
So when her mother, the supreme councillor of Pieterwolf, Mrs. Gillamann, with white temples and elegant temperament, pushed the door in, Caitlin sighed helplessly:
"Mother, it seems that you already know why I came to you."
"I know." Mrs. Gillamagne walked slowly to her daughter and sat down, then looked at her in a spoiled and disappointed way: "Caitlin, I knew you were not suitable to be a law enforcement officer."
"You will break out of a mess like today sooner or later."
With that, Mrs. Gillamagne didn't even look at it, so she slowly pushed back the transcripts and application documents for the investigation order that Caitlin had put out carefully.
She didn't intend to see it at all.
"Mother, you..." Although this has been predicted, when this scene really happened in front of her, Caitlin still felt disillusioned with the collapse of the world.
Her mother in her mind should be a gentle, kind, gentle, pure and kind-hearted lady, rather than a cold-blooded and philistine Picheng politician.
But now it seems that this may be just her wishful thinking.
"Mother!" Caitlin stressed, "You told me that Piltwoff is the most civilized and progressive country with the spirit of rule of law in the place of Runwen..."
"I didn't lie to you." Her mother interrupted her: "Compared with other places, we are already the most law-abiding country."
Caitlin: "..."
"But you also told me that the law is sacred and inviolable! You told me that we should protect..."
"I didn't expect that you would become a law enforcement officer with a fever in your head!" Mrs. Gillamagne stroked her forehead gently with a helpless expression.
"Caitlin, resign --"
"You are not fit for this job."
Not suitable.
Sheriff Marcos said so, and so did her mother.
But she clearly did her duty as a law enforcement officer to guard the light and fight against the darkness!
"No! I thought you would understand when you became a law enforcement officer..." Mother said: "The world is neither black nor white, but a fine gray."
"If you still have such a black or white idea in your mind, you will not be a good law enforcement officer or a qualified successor of the Gilamann family."
Caitlin is still unconvinced.
She was disappointed in her mother's "betrayal".
"Why?" Caitlin couldn't help asking, "You used to act so kind and harmless in front of me!"
"What's the background behind the Iron Fist Sect? You should protect them in such a way, regardless of dignity and black and white?"
Mrs. Gillamagne thought for a while.
Finally, she looked at her daughter, who was brave, firm, and no longer young, and said, "Caitlin, you are right to ask this question."
"I was going to start to contact the family business when you grow up, and then slowly teach you these. Since you come to ask me these questions now, it's also time for me to teach you something that I should know as the legitimate daughter of the Gilamann family."
The mother's voice softened, just like the mother who had patiently accompanied her to read at the desk before.
"Caitlin, what do you think is the background behind the Iron Fist Gang?"
Instead of answering directly, she returned the question to her daughter.
"I..." Caitlin clenched her lips in pain, but finally looked firmly at her mother: "I doubt that this matter may have something to do with you and our family!!"
As soon as she came up, she pointed the spear at her own house.
She thought her mother would deny it.
But Gilamann nodded naturally: "The Iron Fist Gang is really related to our Gilamann family - they are related to all the big business families of Piltwoff."
"Because the existence of these Zu'an gangs is the result of our tacit recognition."
Caitlin's eyes widened in disbelief.
Shouldn't the underworld like the Iron Fist Gang be the enemy of the Picheng Parliament?
"No." Mrs. Gillamann said: "For us, the Iron Fist Gang is actually the same as the law enforcement officer of Picheng, and it is a tool to maintain the existing order of Pirtwaff."
This made Caitlin's three views completely destroyed:
In the eyes of Senator Picheng, the law enforcement officer she aspires to become is just like the Iron Fist Gang Tools?
"Yes, but the law enforcement officers are used to manage Picheng communities and Picheng people."
"Gangs like the Iron Fist Gang are used to manage Zu'an communities and Zu'an apprentices."
Senator Gilamann said that the strange theory spread out would shock the people of the whole city, and asked his daughter:
"Have you ever seen our factory, Caitlin?"
"No..." Caitlin murmured.
"Three quarters of our factories are Zu'an people. The situation of other families is not much different from ours."
"You can imagine how many Zu'an apprentices have already crossed the canal and settled and worked in Piltwoff."
"These people are poorly paid and can't save much money."
"Any accident or minor illness can make them fall into extreme poverty. They will also get old, get injured, slowly become unable to work, and will be replaced by younger and more capable Zu'an apprentices."
"Then they will lose their jobs, can't afford to eat, can't afford to pay the rent, and can't qualify as apprentices..."
Caitlin was in a daze.
She still didn't understand what her mother was going to say.
If Liwei were here, he could tell Caitlin:
In order to pursue the best profits, Piltwoff always wants Zu'an people, the youngest, most capable and most efficient part.
There is no need to wait for Zu'an people to grow old. As long as they can't do anything, they will be ruthlessly optimized and eliminated by enterprises. In any case, there will never be a shortage of young migrant workers in Piltwaff, and there will be another batch to be eliminated.
These Zu'an people abandoned everything in their hometown and came to Picheng, but they were unable to establish a solid property relationship in Picheng. When the tragic elimination came to them, they had only one way to go:
Leave Picheng and return to Zu'an.
"But how can those Zu'an people be willing to go back?"
Just listen to Caitlin's ever gentle and kind-hearted mother explain to her in a very cold tone:
"Compared with Picheng, Zu'an is hell."
"These Zu'an people will do everything to stay in Picheng, hide behind the crowd and hide in the corner."
"They are like insects hidden in the garden. No matter how many law enforcement officers you send, you can't catch them all. Even if you catch one batch, another will grow soon."
"But these people have no money and no jobs. What else can they do in Picheng?"
"It's nothing more than begging, robbery, theft, smuggling, selling, usury... these invisible illegal businesses."
"When there are more people doing these underground businesses, they will form cliques and organizations - Zu'an gangs like the Iron Fist Gang naturally formed in Piltwoff."
"Whether we acquiesce in their existence or not, they will always exist."
Hearing this, Caitlin finally has some ideas:
Picheng enterprises need Zu'an people, so there are many Zu'an people in Picheng.
These Zu'an people are very poor, and when people are poor to a certain extent, they will inevitably regard the Criminal Law as the "Getting Rich Classic".
There are more Zu'an people who commit crimes, and naturally there are Zu'an gangs.
Whether you allow them to exist or not, they will always appear in Picheng.
So rather than blindly repel these gangs, we should acquiesce to their existence, use and control them.
"This..." This question sounds almost inexplicable.
Unless Pi Cheng no longer recruits Zu'an foreign workers?
Or
Caitlin vaguely captures the root of the problem:
"How about giving more salary to Zu'an people to make them less poor?"
Mrs. Gillamann: "..."
"You child..." The mother sighed helplessly: "How silly."