"Of course, it's also my honor!" When Dulin needed help the most and was still thinking about how to deepen his ties with the union, a check of three thousand yuan solved all his problems.
Money is indeed omnipotent, at any time and in any situation!
O'Levin is very happy. This is good news for him and Turnell's union. The membership dues can barely support the operation of the union, and a lawsuit often consumes one-sixth or even one-fourth of the annual membership dues. Therefore, from the workers' union federation in the capital to local workers' union branches, they are all trying their best to gain more benefits. They are indeed safeguarding the interests of workers, while also creating their own value and profits.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of smart people in this world. More than ten years ago, someone proposed a plan to increase union income at the General Assembly, and it was passed after several twists and turns. This plan proposed for the first time that workers' unions should not only safeguard the interests and legitimate rights and interests of workers, but also provide certain services to "capitalists" when necessary. The actual content is actually not complicated. For any businessman, "skilled workers" are always the workers they desire most, because skilled workers can create more profits in a shorter time.
It happens that the workers' union has abundant information and resources in this area. As long as the capitalist pays some service fees and fills in some information, the workers' union will assign skilled workers to join the new job.
This plan did not pass when it was discussed and reviewed for the first time. Some people thought it was a betrayal of the interests of the working class. However, it was passed after the second and third discussions and reviews. This plan is indeed a good solution to the embarrassing situation of low union income, and it also deepens the substantive work content of the workers' union.
Although this plan solves the funding problem of workers' unions, no one thinks that having more money is a bad thing. When Dulin took out the check, O'Levin had already made this decision. Since Dulin might have some use for the workers' union, why not just bring him in directly.
The meeting the day after tomorrow is bullshit, he just made it up on the fly!
The real purpose of this conversation with Du Lin was also to make alms.
Dulin has become a well-deserved main supporting role in this charity dinner. It is not difficult to understand this statement, because there will be no news about Dulin in tomorrow's newspapers, only the kind donations from the councilors and the mayor, and there will be no mention at all. Du Lin is just a supporting character, a major supporting character.
If you can spend so much money to please those in power, why can't you spend a small amount of money to donate to the union
O'Levin came here with this idea in mind and successfully accomplished his goal.
After the two talked for a while, the bishop of Turnel City came over wearing solemn clothes. The black cassock and white silver-edged waistcoat make the bishop, who is already in his forties, look several years younger. O'Levin nodded and turned to leave, leaving enough private space for the bishop and Dulin.
In fact, this is a common practice at charity evenings. Once a particularly "generous" bidder appears, the leaders of these organizations or church clergy will take turns to bid for the money at the subsequent dinner. But you will definitely get nothing if you come here, but you might be able to get some benefits if you come here, right
"Thank you for your support of Turner City's charity!" The bishop did not speak very fast, and his voice was very mellow. His words were pleasant to the ears. He smiled and put his hand on the back of Dulin's hand. on, “May God’s eyes always be upon you!”
Du Lin also replied with a stern reply, "God bless the world!"
The bishop's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Dulin for three to five seconds, and then asked in a slightly elevated tone: "Are you also one of God's people?"
Dulin took out a check from his pocket and stuffed it into the bishop's hand, "No, but I hope so!"
Except for part of the money I earned recently, which was deposited in the bank, the rest was squandered tonight. A total of more than 20,000 yuan, all became the pockets of others. This kind of squandering of money, which was not regarded as money, made Du Lin feel distressed but also felt a little bit happy. The money is gone, but the value they generated is far higher than the value of currency, and what the money brought will become a defense system, firmly protecting Dulin in the middle.
Dulin's cheeks felt a little sore when he left the Turnell Theatre, and his face was almost stiff from laughing all night. He patted his cheeks, exhaled a breath, walked out of the main entrance of the Grand Theater, and then walked to his car. Just as he was standing by the car door, taking out his keys and preparing to open the door, he saw a group of people appear behind him through the reflection of the car window glass.
If it were four months ago, he might have looked back to see who was standing behind him and asked what these people wanted from him. But after experiencing the lessons of battle and death, Du Lin already possessed certain social qualities. He didn't turn around or look back, and ran away. In fact, there was a pistol in the storage compartment of the car, but because the charity dinner in the evening was relatively high-end and someone was doing a special security check, he didn't bring it with him.
He had time to open the car door, get in, take out his pistol, push the safety, and shoot calmly. But he didn't dare to bet on whether he could really complete all these steps so smoothly, so he decided to leave first.
Mad Dog Wesson, who had been waiting all night, almost beat up the informer. It was not until he saw Du Lin, the target of this mission, out of boredom, that everyone "woke up".
Four months ago, Weisen's nose was broken by Dulin. Isn't it normal for a nose to be broken? Compared with more serious consequences, a broken nose is like going to the toilet and only finding half a piece of paper after excreting. This situation may be worse, but it is better than not even having half a piece of paper.
But because of this, Wesson was laughed at by his companions and other gang bosses for a long time. Wesson always said that he had defeated dozens, hundreds, thousands of enemies all by himself for whatever reason. At first, everyone really believed it, but as it went on, it became more and more outrageous, and the belief turned into doubt. This time it was even more outrageous. Four people had their noses broken by a little guy and let the guy run away. Wesson, who often boasted, became the protagonist of the joke.
Even this morning, someone asked him about how he defeated tens of thousands of people by himself last night.
The culprit of all this was that boy, so when the car washer told him that he had seen the boy, he immediately led people in the gang who were close to him to surround Du Lin. Gritting his teeth, he waved the stick in his hand and chased after him, ignoring the fact that Dulin was coming out of the Grand Theater. At this time, the only thing on his mind was revenge.
Dulin, who was running wildly in front, wanted to thank only Mr. Kesma at this time, because the heavy labor he was often assigned gave him a good body, and at least he did not have to worry about being caught up by people behind him in a short period of time. .
The city is full of law and order during the day, but under the cover of night, it is a paradise for crime.
Du Lin also encountered two groups of patrol policemen along the way, but from the way they evaded their eyes and turned back, Du Lin knew that calling for help was meaningless. As he ran, he took off his expensive windbreaker, took off his expensive suit, tore the buttons on his shirt, and even took off his expensive leather shoes. Mad Dog Wesson and his group were chasing slower and slower, but Dulin still maintained the original speed.
If he hadn't been desperate to vent his anger, Mad Dog Wesson might have stopped, but now, he was still chasing until he reached the corner of a street.
Turning the corner, a whistling sound like a broken bellows being pulled came from Wesen's open mouth. He held his hands on the wall and looked at the empty street, with blue veins on his forehead. After chasing for so long, he actually lost the pursuit again, which made him furious. He casually waved the stick and shattered the glass in the security window on the roadside. The next moment he turned around, Dulin appeared in his sight again.
"You... still dare to come out?" Mad Dog Wesson took two deep breaths, suppressed his rising and rising chest, pointed at Dulin with his stick, and roared: "Kill him!"
He felt that it was very impressive to shout out such words. The dozen or so companions around him were all feeling hot after running so far. They were upset and restless in their hearts. They immediately rushed towards Du Lin with weapons in their hands. But soon they discovered that there were two other people beside Du Lin.
Mad Dog Wesson walked forward while holding on to the wall, with a ferocious look on his face, and said breathlessly: "Don't think that calling two people will do anything. I have to say that you have harmed your friend!"
In addition to those stragglers, there are about thirteen, four or five vicious gang members here. Defeating three young people is not a problem at all. The kind of thing where one fights against many has only happened to him, and according to legend, he I firmly believe that even if a few more people from the other side come, they are all looking for death.
Du Lin stood there without making any move. Facing the swarm of gang members rushing towards him, he instead showed a contemptuous smile. The more he smiled, the stronger the anger in his heart became. Graf, who had already left, should have felt this the most. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Wesson behind the people, "Keep that one and take care of the rest."
The next moment, the two people standing next to Du Lin walked from the darkness to the streetlight. They wore peaked caps with the brim held low, and their faces were obscured by shadows. The large windbreaker on his body rustled in the wind of the late night street. They took out their pistols from their arms and raised their muzzles under the horrified eyes of the other party.
(End of chapter)