"Jon?" Prondo looked at the only name on the expensive letter with some confusion. He looked up at the mayor's butler in complete confusion. Being disturbed early in the morning and waking up from a sweet sleep is not a happy thing. What's more important is that today is a day off. If it weren't for the background of the person who knocked on the door, Prondo would have wanted to take revenge on this damn harasser.
The brown paper with wood grain is surrounded by a layer of gold, which is hot-stamped with gold foil. The paper exudes a light fragrance. The word "Jon" is written artistically and is very beautiful. This letter paper itself is extremely expensive, but it is only used to write one person's name, which shows the nobility of the owner.
"Sorry, who is this Jon?"
Mr. Butler was also very patient in the face of Prondo's doubts. He explained: "Jon is a young man who often goes to Delisle Art Museum. He is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is very fair and handsome. He has a good figure. He is strong and has a little bit of silver in his hair, which makes him very easy to identify." At this point, Mr. Butler raised his lips and said, "The mayor wants to check up on this person named Jon and find out his true identity. Name, without alerting him, check if there is someone behind him who is instigating him. If so, check this person out. If not, arrest Jon first. "
"Then, my message is over, I'll take my leave now!" Mr. Butler bowed and saluted with his hat in hand, then put on his hat and pushed the door open. Looking at Mr. Butler's leaving figure, Prondeau frowned.
He was very impatient. In fact, logically speaking, even if he, the regional police chief, and these mayors and councilors were not on the same level, they should not be much different. But the problem is that for both the mayor and the council members, the police chief is like their domestic servant. When they want to use it, just give them an order.
If you do well, there may not be any reward. After all, in the eyes of those big shots, doing well is what you should do. As the police chief, in addition to maintaining law and order, isn't the main job of solving troubles for these leaders? This kind of thing happened not once or twice. Not long ago, Mrs. Vivian asked him to arrest someone. First, it was the mayor's turn.
Despite his impatience, Prondeau had no choice but to execute. He casually put on the police uniform he was going to wear tomorrow, put on his hat, slapped his cheeks to make himself look more energetic, took a deep breath, and rushed out of the house.
After a while, almost everyone knew the news that Prondo was looking for a young man named Jon. If anyone can provide him with information, he will be blessed and protected by Plando, and will also receive a large sum of money. All of a sudden, all the forces, big and small, took notice and started searching for this guy named Jon.
People outside are frantically searching for Jon, but the real "Jon" is hiding in the farm as stable as a mountain.
"I'm sorry!" Dufo lowered his head guiltily. He needed to apologize to Du Lin because he messed up the matter. Du Lin's request was to pass some information to Mrs. Vivian through him, thereby affecting Mrs. Vivian's judgment and planting a chess piece next to the big shot that would benefit the hometown association, instead of letting him and Vivian Mrs. An develops feelings. Many people may think that emotions are not something they can control, but the truth is exactly the opposite. It is precisely because humans can control other emotions rationally that there are so many emotional cheaters and so many dissatisfactions.
Dufo should not have feelings for Mrs. Vivian, let alone get Mrs. Vivian pregnant. The latter point is the most fatal.
In fact, all this can be avoided, but with the tacit understanding and connivance of both parties, things still happened.
Du Lin waved his hand. To be honest, he was very irritable right now. He always wanted to break something to vent his... grievances? After finally pulling a group of bastards, hometown associations and trading companies to this point, everything is starting to go on track. A small accident is very likely to destroy everything he has now. His worries are not unfounded. The mayor has too much influence and power in the city. Before the new party came to power, the mayor's old name was "praetor". The president always took charge of all matters in the city, big and small. power.
Even today, when the new party is in power, the rights and power of the "consul" have been reduced to the "mayor", but it is still not something that a small businessman like him can fight against.
Once the mayor traces this line, he will inevitably wonder whether there is someone manipulating what happened between Dufo and Mrs. Vivian. Even if he doesn't think so, as Dufo's "owner", he will naturally be included in the attack range.
Reason told Du Lin that the best way now is to pack up his belongings and run away with everyone. No matter how far they go, at least they cannot stay within the sphere of influence of the old party.
However, his sensibility tells him that if he chooses to run away instead of conquering the difficulties, he may spend the rest of his life constantly running away. The economic empire he dreamed of had no chance of becoming a reality because he could not bear such weight and responsibility.
Watching Du Lin walking around with a sad look on his face, he seemed to be hesitant to speak several times. This time he finally plucked up the courage and stood up, "Du Lin, let me surrender!" The companions around him immediately shouted. When I set my sights on Dufo, I thought he was crazy. If he surrenders, he will definitely die, and his death will definitely be ugly. At this time, Du Lin had told everyone everything. He had no right to conceal a disaster of this level from everyone.
Du Lin paused in his steps, turned around, raised his hand and slapped Du Fu so hard that he was lifted up and flew away with his toes touching the ground.
"stupid!"
"Totally stupid!"
Du Lin roared. He walked back and forth faster and faster, staring at Dufo.
"I can guarantee that as long as you stand up, it won't take three days. The hometown association will be finished, I will be finished, and everyone will be finished!" He pointed at Du Fo, walked over and kicked Du Fo in hatred. On the Buddha's shoulders, he staggered and fell to the ground, "Do you think you are selfless by doing this? Wrong! You are just a little person, a sad little person. The anger of a big person will not be affected by the life or death of a little person like you. To be appeased, only more little people can pay the price of death to make the big people calm down their anger!"
"Instead of thinking about surrendering, I advise you to think about how to kill that bastard!"
(End of chapter)