Gomez pulled out a cigarette and handed him one, "He makes hundreds of thousands in profit every year and only gives you sixty thousand Parar a year."
"At the current exchange rate, that's only eight hundred Federation Sols."
"Even if you work for fifty years, that's just forty thousand Sols."
He took out a lighter, and the two of them lit their cigarettes at the door. "Mr. Lance told me he's willing to pay you a hundred thousand Sols, Federation Sols, and help you secure a Federation identity so your whole family can live there."
"Even if the President gets angry, there's nothing he can do to you."
"In Lapar, he's the president."
"Over in the Federation, he's just an ordinary person, maybe even less than that!"
Gomez understood these people well, being one himself, and knew how to persuade them.
Vargas was clearly tempted. Like Gomez said, working a lifetime only gets him so much money.
