"What do you want to do?" Old Fulers, who got up from the ground, did not yell. He arranged his clothes, wiped off the blood under his nose, stood in front of the man with his chin raised, and said with a Chong mocked the man in a condescending and arrogant tone, "My son killed your daughter, I killed your wife, and now what do you want to do?"
"Kill me?"
The disdainful look in his eyes was just like the way he treated those poor people countless times. Old Fulers thought that this man did not dare to hurt him because he was a rich man and a rich man, with great reputation and high status in Ilian. He has an extremely broad network of contacts, and no one can harm him or his family without paying the price. And he thought that the man in front of him would not hurt him, let alone kill him.
"I heard you have a son. They told me he was a very cute little boy..."
Before Old Fulers could finish his words, the man raised the scissors and inserted them into his mouth, forcefully cutting his tongue out from the middle. Old Fulers screamed in pain. He kept wiping the blood flowing from his mouth with both hands. He didn't realize that after he did those things and said those words, there was no turning back for him and this man. He wanted to escape in fear, but he did not expect that these lunatics actually dared to hurt him or even kill him.
He is a rich man and a celebrity in society. Many people want to see his face in their daily life. Even the city hall sometimes needs to ask his opinion for policy implementation. Until this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not as strong as he thought, and he did not lose confidence in life as he did two days ago. He did not want to die, and he still had many things that he did not enjoy.
No descendants to inherit
Wouldn’t it be enough to adopt one
If everyone doesn't say anything, who knows if the child was born by them, and the Federation seems to have more advanced medical technology, and maybe there will be a turn for the better.
He really didn't want to die, so his first thought was to rush out, but Du Fu kicked him back, and his heart fell into the abyss at that moment.
Dulin did not allow old Fulers to see the sun the next day. To use a very fashionable saying, he knew too much.
The man bent over with the scissors and stabbed him randomly. Old Fulers's hands were bloody from the stabbing, and there were many wounds about an inch long on his arms. His body was trembling and he held up his hands that had been pierced in many places. His body kept squirming backwards. He just wanted to stay away from that man. The man looked at the old Fulers who was rolling and wailing on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, threw away the scissors, and picked up the stick that killed his wife. He walked back slowly, stood in front of Old Fulers, who had trembling arms and a pleading look on his face, and raised his stick.
There was a muffled sound, and the wooden stick in the man's hand shook so hard that he almost lost his grip. Old Fulers' body stiffened suddenly, trembled violently, and never shouted anything again.
The man kept waving the wooden stick, lifting it up and down again and again. From the initial trembling knocking sound to the final crackling sound like pounding garlic, the man who kept repeating one action like a machine was lost for a moment. , he dropped the wooden stick in his hand and stood there.
Old Fulers was dead, his head was smashed into a puddle of mud, and the housekeeper was already kneeling on the ground and couldn't stand up due to vomiting.
Dulin curled his lips. No matter who it was, after he died, all the things he was proud of during his lifetime would become worthless. He took out a pistol and put it in the man's hand, "If the flame of hatred in your heart has not been extinguished, there are still people outside, in the next house, and in the yard. You can find many people."
"If this life can satisfy everything you have endured, then we will leave now."
"The choice is yours!"
"You don't need to worry about how your life will change tomorrow morning. You just need to live well and watch your children grow up. That's enough."
"I will help you settle the rest!"
The man looked down at the pistol in his hand, falling into an infinite struggle in his heart. Just before Du Lin appeared, he was thinking that if he had a chance to leave here alive, he would kill everyone here. But the moment he killed Old Fulers, most of the anger that overwhelmed him disappeared. Now he is at a loss because he has just killed a local celebrity. He does not know what will happen to him in the future and what will happen to his children. Everything is uncertain, unknown, and confused!
Du Lin seemed to understand what he was feeling at the moment. He walked up to him, hugged him, and patted his back. "Everything is over. Go back and take a bath. Have a good night's sleep. Don't forget the sorrow. Don't forget either." Hate, and then live bravely.”
Du Lin took the pistol from the man's hand without any resistance. He looked up at Du Lin blankly, "Am I still okay?"
Du Lin had a relaxed smile on his face, "Why not?" He patted the man on the shoulder, "Let's go home, leave this place to me!"
They watched the man leave the villa and move slowly towards District 5, like a walking corpse without much life. In just a few days, this family has undergone tremendous changes. Whose fault is this? He didn't know, but it wasn't him who was wrong. Maybe the world is like this. There are always some people who can trample on the law for certain reasons, but everything you do has a price. Maybe the price will not come today, but it will come back one day!
Du Lin sighed. Maybe this was the best ending. He hoped that the man could let go of his hatred... Well, it wouldn't hurt to stand and talk. He smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, raised his hand and pulled the trigger towards the butler's head, "It's time to get to work!"
The sun rose slowly from the sea level the next day as it had for countless years. The first ray of golden sunlight penetrated Dawn Avenue and shone on the statues in the park. The whole city fell from carnival to silence. There are still traces of last night's carnival on the road, and the cleaners on the beach have begun to clean up the sand. The whole city is caught in such a strange contradiction. Some people rest because they are happy, and some people are happy because they work.
"Sir, your coffee!" The waiter placed the coffee and burrito on the table, bowed, stepped back and left. He rubbed his eyes and returned to the store, dozing off on the counter.
Du Lin picked up the coffee and took a sip. As soon as he put down the coffee cup, the newsboy came here on time as he did every morning before and placed the latest newspaper on Du Lin's table. The newsboy took off his hat and watched Dulin put a dollar into his peaked cap. His face showed the same joy as before, "If you don't need me to do anything else, I'll go deliver the newspaper."
He waved his hand, and the newsboy put his hat tightly on his head and ran to the intersection to start the work he had to do every day.
Turning over the first page of the newspaper, the headline is the Ilian Food Festival. The first food festival will be held in the Ilian region next month. In the accompanying picture, Alexander is as eye-catching as his belly. This guy has put in a lot of effort to make this happen. Of course, he also brought Dulin a profit of 50,000 yuan. After turning the first page and several more, Du Lin finally found what he wanted to read.
This is a piece of news related to Dulin. A company listed on Xie Lisi Street was packaged and acquired by a local company. The reporter believes that this is a way for the Ilian region to vigorously develop finance in addition to focusing on tourism and entertainment. Test. The entire article actually talks about how suitable the special geographical environment and financial environment of the Ilian region are for the development of financial business. Except for mentioning the acquisition case at the beginning, it was never mentioned again.
But it doesn't matter, this is the information Dulin needs.
This company was acquired by Du Lin for the purpose of backdoor listing, which was related to his next plan.
After closing the newspaper and eating a few bites of the burrito, Dulin dropped the five dollars and left with the newspaper between his legs.
The city is as calm and peaceful as before. No one knows what happened last night, no one!
When she returned home, Frena was about to go out. When she saw Du Lin coming back, she hesitated and walked back into the house.
"I have something to tell you."
Du Lin looked at this woman a little strangely. He walked to the side hall and closed the door after Frena came in. "Tell me, what's the matter? Is it because you don't have enough money?"
Frena shook her head, "There is still a lot of money. Actually... Dulin, I don't know what to say. I'm very worried recently because I don't know if there is a market for what we shoot. If it fails, This will cost you a lot of money! I'm a little uneasy, but I can't tell the crew that I've tried to save money, but I'm still worried..."
She was under a lot of pressure and couldn't express it. She felt that she might become depressed if she didn't express it. Five hundred thousand, which is a sum of money that she may not be able to afford in her lifetime!
Du Lin stood up again as soon as he sat down, "That's it? Okay, I understand, I have to go back and take a nap. Don't worry about this little thing. I think it's worth buying the first place for 500,000 yuan, even if it doesn't work in the end." Make money, but at least we are also the worst first pornographic film in history, right?" He walked to the door and opened it halfway, "Don't save money for me, in fact, you have time to worry here, why not? Think about how to perform better, remember, we are not short of money!”
Seeing Du Lin walking away with his hands waving, Frena could only smile bitterly. This might be the difference between the poor and the rich.
What is a burden to her may be just a game in the eyes of these rich people.
(End of chapter)