Prondo's eyelids obviously jumped when he heard the word sincerity. The hot 10,000 yuan is still in the safe behind the kitchen cabinet of his remote property. It's not that he doesn't dare to spend money lavishly. In this city of Turnel, where corruption is almost semi-open, there are not many things that he doesn't dare to do. He just felt that the ten thousand yuan might be returned to Dulin at an appropriate time in some way that he didn't even know.
He has this premonition!
So when he heard Du Lin mention the word sincerity again, he was obviously a little bit hurt. This is the first time I'm so afraid of taking bribes. It's really unprecedented!
"This has nothing to do with sincerity!" Prondeau pushed open the office door, walked in holding the door handle and stood by the door. After Dulin and Mason entered, he closed the door heavily. This is a signal, telling the little secretary at the door that if someone comes to visit, he must first inform Plando inside. There is also an inner room in the director's office, which is a rest room. If necessary, people can go in and escape.
He walked to the bar and took out three glasses. When he was about to pour some wine, he found that they were already empty. Looking at the cup in his hand, he walked to the coffee machine and poured three cups of coffee.
Mason stood up and took the coffee from Plando. Although he acted a little cautiously, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. This was the coffee poured for him by the regional police chief himself. When he turned his face to the side, he realized that Du Lin had not stood up at all, and Plando took the initiative to pour the coffee in front of him.
The three of them sat down again.
"It is true that a chief is retiring, but you should understand that I can never directly send a new person with no foundation to the position of branch chief according to my own preferences. The police officers may not say anything. , I’m afraid their hearts will be shaken. When the time comes, they will be confused and turn away from me, which will be a huge loss to me, so I say it has nothing to do with money,” he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of coffee. , glanced at Mason, who had an honest face, and couldn't figure out how the two people could be related by blood, he continued: "But if you are the police chief, I can guarantee this, there will be no problem at all, anytime, anywhere You can, even take office now.”
Du Lin lowered his head, stretched out his hand, pinched the edge of the wine glass, and rubbed it carefully, as if he hadn't heard Plando's explanation.
The chief of the regional police station actually has quite a lot of power. Detectives from the Bureau of Police Investigation do have the power to question the local police chief, but even if they open a case for investigation, they need a permit signed by an important figure in the State Bureau of Investigation. Even if Prondo was so ridiculous as to favor a dog as the director of the bureau, no one would dare to say anything. It was obvious that everything he said was to avoid the incident.
Mason didn't understand why Dulin wasn't satisfied, that was the Sheriff! Not long ago, he made a life plan for himself. His first goal was to become a police sergeant within three years. He thought it would take a long time and cost a lot of money - about fifty yuan - to realize his dream. But everything that happened now had to make him doubt his own world and himself. They were all brothers in the same family. Why was the gap between the brothers so big
He wanted to ask Du Lin to agree immediately, but he glanced at the silent Du Lin several times and was too wise to speak. He knew very well that being able to sit in this office could be said to be due to the power of his younger brother Du Lin, and he had no reason to change Du Lin's original decision.
Du Lin is like an old man who loves antiques, his eyes are full of that one-dollar glass. Plando frowned, and when he was about to say something, Dulin raised his head.
His envious smile, the glint in his eyes between the fluttering eyelashes revealed a bright sincerity, and his voice was full of praise and jealousy, "Director Plando, actually I envy you, really! "
Plando's heart tightened, but his face did not change at all. He didn't know what this kid wanted to do, but a chill flowed along the crack of his buttocks and hit the top of his head, making his hairs stand on end, making him uneasy. He moved his buttocks, "Oh? Really? I am an out-of-shape little local director, what can I envy?" He held the thick-bottomed glass on the table in his hand, "It's you, young man. You are promising, have a fortune, and are very handsome, so I should envy you, right?" His self-deprecation and the series of laughter after he finished speaking were very contagious, but unfortunately, they could not infect Du Lin.
"Director Plando, you're very grateful." Du Lin behaved politely, but Plando became even more uneasy. He stared at Du Lin with a smile, wanting to see how he would make a move, but Du Lin Lin's next words made his face change color.
"I heard that Director Prondeau has a happy family, with a beautiful wife and lovely children. Isn't this enviable enough?"
The next moment, Plando slammed the glass to the ground, and the turbid coffee splashed everywhere. He brazenly pulled out the pistol in his hand and pointed it at Dulin, "Are you spying on me and my family? ! I'll kill you!" The Director, who had always been smiling, looked a little ferocious and his voice was sinister. Family is his enemy. Although many powerful people have a weak concept of "family", it does not prevent them from maintaining the sacredness and mission of "family".
Maybe the secretary outside the door heard the sound of the glass breaking and wanted to find out, or came in to clean it. He knocked on the door, but what he got in return was a roar from Plando - "Get out!"
Mason was so frightened that he half stood up. He pressed his arms on the back of the sofa, leaned back extremely, and looked at Prondeau who suddenly went berserk with a look of shock on his face.
On the contrary, it was Rossi who caused the conflict, still looking nonchalant. He picked up the wine glass for the first time, took a sip of the coffee in it, and commented: "I just can't drink the burnt wheat kernel soup." Get used to it." He placed the cup back on the table and adjusted its position as if he had never picked it up before. Then he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the muzzle of Plando's gun.
"For the first time, someone put a gun to my head and you could try to pull the trigger and maybe everything would be over."
“But I guarantee you will have an amazing trip that you may not even have imagined!”
(End of chapter)