"Is the deal done?" When he saw Dulin coming out, Graf, who was leaning on the doorpost, immediately stood up straight. He took out a cigarette from his arms and handed it to Dulin, and lit a lighter for him. Point.
Du Lin took a puff of cigarette, shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said confidently: "No, but they will agree!"
It is not surprising to have such a guess. Dulin already had a preliminary understanding of the kind man named Maurice through Hu En's simple descriptions. That is a guy who doesn't know how to usury but has to do loan sharking. In other words, loan sharks in this society are not so sinister that they are hopeless. Morris is a gang member and has some thugs of his own. Such people in the gang are like those called "water hoses" in dreams.
Their task is to provide the gang with enough funds for development. Of course, it is also possible that this business is Morris's own. But no matter what, he would never dare not pay back the money Hu En owed, otherwise he would have stood up when Morris took away his cattle.
He was afraid of Maurice, so afraid that even if his own interests were violated, he did not dare to protest. Such people may say some cruel words and have some decisive thoughts under great pressure, but that is just their wishful thinking. If this kind of person is used in dreams, it is a coward.
Du Lin did not dare to say that he was their only savior. There was indeed a gap between 1,800 yuan and 2,200 yuan, but this gap could give them enough hope. Is four hundred yuan a lot? If they make money honestly, it might take them two years to come up with the four hundred yuan, and their family of three all need a decent job. But if you don't make money honestly and go a little sideways, you may not be able to make up the four hundred yuan in a short time.
Hu En is now faced with a choice, either sell the ranch to Dulin and find a way to make up for the four hundred yuan, or die with the whole family holding the ranch, and then Dulin will get the money from Morris. I bought this ranch again at a relatively cheap price. Why do you want to ask who Hu En owes money to? Isn't it just to find a new owner to buy the ranch after everyone in the family is dead
And Dulin believed that even if he offered a price of 1,600 yuan, Morris would not refuse, because Morris was a "low-interest loan", not a foundation, and he did not engage in risk-averse investments. What he needs is money, cash, and stars that can be used for trading immediately!
Not long after waiting, the door of the house opened from the inside, and Hu En walked out with a haggard look. He looked at Du Lin with a complicated expression and sighed, "You win, sir. I'll sell it to you for 1,800 yuan." Yes, when can we get the money?”
Du Lin took off the cigarette in his mouth, threw it to the ground, stepped on it and crushed it, stretched out his hand and said: "It's a pleasure to cooperate. Come to the city tomorrow with the certificate. After the formalities are completed, you can I got your money. Now, I won’t disturb your rest. Farewell!”
Du Lin nodded and left with a smile on his face. The three hundred yuan premium gave him a time advantage. This was a pretty good deal. As for how Hu En's family will collect the remaining four hundred yuan tomorrow after selling the house, it has nothing to do with Du Lin.
After returning to the city, the three suppliers asked someone to tell him that their first batch of 10,000 bottles of wine would be transported here in a week, and they hoped that he would be ready to receive the goods.
Early the next morning, Hu En found Dulin, who had just woken up, with the certificate of his farm land. The two went to the "Land Use Office" in Turnel City to register the transfer of land assets. The procedure was not complicated. The two parties signed a sale and transfer contract, and Hu En transferred the farm he owned to Du Lin at a one-time price of 1,800 yuan, and signed and fingerprinted it. When one person holds one copy of the document and one copy is filed with the land use office, the land becomes Doolin's. Du Lin gave Hu En 1,800 yuan in person and asked Hu En to sign a receipt.
Watching Hu En leave the office hall quickly, Du Lin hooked his fingers, and immediately a young man wearing a shirt, overalls, and a checkered peaked cap ran over. This young man has fair skin and is quite handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His name is Du Fo, a very exciting young man and a member of the hometown association.
He lowered his head and stood behind Du Lin on the right side, "President?"
Dulin raised his chin, "Take a few people to keep an eye on him and see where he goes. If he goes to find the man named Morris, come back. If he goes directly outside the city, arrest him, and then Send it to Maurice and tell him he has money."
The purpose of this was to prevent Hu En from running away after getting the money. He could fully imagine that when Morris found out that his two thousand two hundred yuan was missing, out of anger and despair, he would definitely take the account Count it on Dulin. Although there are neat procedures that can prove that he spent money to buy this ranch from Hu En, in order to settle the account and recover the losses, Morris definitely doesn't mind making up for his losses with a small sum of money from Dulin. .
Du Lin is not afraid of getting into trouble, but that doesn't mean he is willing to take the initiative to cause trouble, so it's better to keep an eye on him.
Du Fu went out and whistled, and immediately four or five young men about his age and similarly dressed approached him. Passers-by cast disgusted glances at them from time to time. If it weren't for the daggers that occasionally poked out of their pockets as they walked, making everyone shut up, I'm afraid someone would have scolded them. These young people looked excited, as if they were doing something great.
They followed Hoon as he reached Seventh Street and into the deli.
"Dufo, is our mission just to keep an eye on him?" a friend asked.
Dover is a relatively well-known young man among his friends in the hometown association. He once went to jail, a juvenile prison, and was detained for a year for the crime of assault. He used a pair of scissors to stab a drunk man who tried to assault his sister thirty-one times, almost stabbing the drunk man to death. If it weren't for the fact that there was a cause and Mr. Heidler sent a lawyer to help Dover, he might not be able to come out even after eleven years, let alone one year.
The drunk man was revived but died of organ failure a few days later.
Therefore, Du Fu is very popular among these friends, and everyone looks up to him.
He nodded at this time, "The president ordered me to keep an eye on him. If he comes to see Morris, we will go back. If he goes directly out of the city, we will capture him."
As he spoke, Hu En had already walked out of the deli. It only took less than five minutes, which was probably a bit fast. Dufo immediately stood up straight, tilted his head and said to the friends around him: "Something's not right. Keep an eye on him. I'll go see if Maurice is there." The friends didn't know what Dufo could do. It could prove whether Morris was there or not, but they had an inexplicable trust in Dufo, and they immediately patted their chests and assured them that they would keep an eye on Hu En.
After the arrangements were made, Duffer walked a few steps along the sidewalk, opened the mailbox at the door of a house on the roadside, then took out an envelope, held it in his hand, and ran towards the deli.
When he ran to the deli, Dover looked at the layout of the room. There was a door behind a row of counters selling bacon and ham. It was the only door in the whole room. He lowered some caps and walked inside.
At this time, someone stopped him and said, "Boy, don't rush in!"
Dufo raised the envelope in his hand and said, "I was asked to come here to deliver a letter to a Mr. Morris."
The deli employee who stopped him was about to reach out to grab it, but Du Fu stepped back and avoided his hand, "That's not possible, sir. The gentleman who asked me to deliver the letter said that it must be handed over to Mr. Morris. And you’ll give me ten cents!”
If Dufo only said the first half of the sentence, then the clerk would definitely say I will pass it on. But when he said there was still ten cents left in reward, the clerk withdrew his hand and moved out of the way, "Enter the door and turn left. The last room is there, don't steal things, don't run around!"
Dufo showed a smile, nodded and walked inside, "I'm not a thief!"
After entering the door, he looked around. On the right was the cold storage, and on the left was a corridor about ten meters away. There was a door on both sides of the corridor, and there was also a door at the end of the corridor. He ran all the way to the innermost door on the left, knocked on the innermost door, and heard a "come in" from inside. He opened the door and poked his head out first. The room was not big, with a large table, a set of shabby sofas and a coffee table.
There were a lot of change and coins on the coffee table, and three guys who looked like they were not good at first sight were counting the money. Sitting behind the big table was a guy wearing a white suit and a pink shirt, with oily hair and a pink face, with his feet up on the table.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dufo, raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"
Dover raised the envelope in his hand and shook it, "I was asked to come here to deliver a letter to a Mr. Morris. Is Mr. Morris here?"
The oily-haired and pink-faced guy retracted his feet, looked at Dufo with some doubts, and revealed his identity, "I am Morris, who asked you to give it to me?"
Dover placed the envelope on the table. "I don't know, sir. He said you would give me ten cents."
Morris paused when he was about to pick up the envelope, then took two coins from the table and threw them at Dufo. Dufo caught the coins and said with a smile, "Sir, you are so generous." Then he turned and left the room. .
Morris looked at the slowly closing door with some confusion, and then focused on the envelope. The envelope was placed upside down, and the sender and recipient could not be seen. He didn't care. He cut the envelope with a paper knife, took out the letter paper and read it.
The more he looked at it, the weirder his face became, and finally he couldn't help but smash the letter in his hand to pieces, "You bastard, you actually tricked me, go and catch that kid!"
(End of chapter)