After the three patrol officers patrolled the street, several old people stood at the corner of the street, frowning slightly. One of them, an old man with thick white hair, was leaning on a cane. He was stroking his pale goatee and his eyes were twitching.
"Look, I said that the mayor definitely has no good intentions. Did you see that? Now even the police have appeared, which shows that the security issues in this city have threatened everyone's lives!" The old man said this. The elder of the neighborhood has a son who does a small business in Namirindes. His family background is average, but it is much better than others. He is not the oldest, but he can still be ranked in the top ten. He has always been prestigious, and many people are willing to get closer to him.
He has about three acres of farmland in the park. This demolition plan will destroy his farmland, so he will naturally be unhappy. In fact, there are quite a few people who take advantage and really treat it as their own. No one emphasized the issue of the park land before, so there is no contradiction. But after Dulin's notice was issued, conflicts began to arise and continued to intensify.
The purpose of these patrols on the streets is not to threaten the elderly people who occupy public land, but to deter some fanatics who come to Otis City from Namirindes. But the old man interpreted this discovery as another signal, and believed that Dulin might be targeting him. Who allows his family status to be one of the best in this area, and who allows himself to have a certain prestige in this area
That stupid mayor must be trying to scare others by attacking me. I won't let his plot succeed!
The old man pounded the ground with his cane, "We can't let him let it go anymore. Once he really plans to bulldoze our park, what will we do?" There was a green light in his cloudy eyes. , looked at the others with eyes full of pity, and then said nonchalantly: "I don't care, my child will mail me ten yuan every week, and some canned meat and fish, which is enough for me to live well." Yes, but what should you do?”
His voice gradually became louder, and a little more people gathered on the street corner. Many people surrounded him and listened to his words, "You old bones, do you still have to walk more than ten miles to get out of the city?" Open a wasteland? Even if you have the ability to walk across it, can you do it? If you accidentally fall down on the road, you will be like a bad-tempered old man. Have you considered the consequences? ?”
The "bad-tempered old man" as the old man calls him is one of their neighbors. When it rained last time, he went out to buy salt, stepped on mud, and fell. His family sent him to Namirindes, but after spending more than 80 yuan, they brought him back and he died. The old man's family conditions are not good and he cannot afford expensive treatment. In addition, because of his old age, half of his life is basically gone. He is still lying in bed and cannot even sit up.
When talking about this guy, Endu, who was watching, showed a look of pity. At the same time, he also felt that the old man was right. After all, everyone has old arms and legs. What if he falls? It doesn't matter to me, are you going to cause trouble for the children
The old man snorted softly and tapped the ground with his cane again. The slight comments around him stopped, and everyone looked at him. He raised his chin slightly and said with an inherently arrogant attitude: "We have to show the outsiders the color and let them know that if a outsider wants to run wild in Otis, he is not qualified!"
"Then what do you want to do?" someone in the crowd shouted. This is the unique way of handling things in Otis City.
They do not rely on the city hall, courts or judges. In addition, there have been no police here for a long time, so the elders of each block are like little emperors in one block after another. They have high prestige and also have the ability to Certain “executive” powers.
"Of course, let him understand that the Otis people are definitely not easy to mess with!" The old man waved his cane, said "Follow me," and led everyone in another direction.
At the same time, in the mayor's living room in the city hall, Dulin met with the Namilinds businessman who came to discuss cooperation. To be precise, it was Saili's boss, a middle-aged man named Edgar.
This Mr. Edgar looked well-dressed and elegant, more like a gentleman than the leader of a smuggling gang. The weather was not too cool today, so he was wearing a gray formal suit. He had one hand tucked around his waist, and the other hand was tightly held with Du Lin's, and he was slightly bent over. He had a humble smile on his face, without the arrogance on the faces of the smugglers at all. He looked very much like a businessman or a politician.
Du Lin took his hand, pressed his arm and led him into the living room. The dilapidated sofa and the missing corner of the coffee table made the place look a bit unsatisfactory. But neither Dulin nor Edgar paid any attention to this. They sat directly on both sides of the coffee table, facing each other.
"Mr. Dulin, actually we have heard of your reputation before you came to Otis City!" Edgar was very good at speaking. He appropriately released a sigh and a trace of jealousy, " To be honest, I never thought that a young man as young as you could become so famous, but when I saw you, now, I believe it!”
Half of what this guy says is true and half of it is false. It's true that he has heard of Du Lin's name. After all, he has swept through the bootlegging markets in more than fifty cities and established a very stable maritime smuggling channel of his own. It is simply shocking! His methods, skills and style all make people feel that he is strong. Everyone thinks that this guy is not an easy person to get along with.
As for the fake ones, they were his compliments to Du Lin. A man in his forties who was used to seeing things, especially in his line of work, had seen and heard much more than ordinary people. Surprised, but definitely not as surprised as he showed.
In the early years, Derek's gang was very powerful, and Derek himself was almost the same as Dulin. That guy's reputation spread abroad, and in the end, wasn't it because he was so arrogant and lawless that he was destroyed by the army
In Edgar's view, being famous is a good thing. A certain degree of fame is enough. If fame is too big, it can only lead to disaster!
Dulin waved his hand and crossed his legs with a smile, "Mr. Edgar's praise makes me a little ashamed. I just helped some people find the path they should take, that's all." He paused, Today's topic started directly, "I asked Ms. Saili to invite you here this time because there are some words that are inconvenient for others to convey. You know, sometimes differences in tone and context can lead to completely different interpretations."
Edgar nodded. This is not Dulin's nonsense. Just like the word bastard, sometimes close people will call each other a bastard at some point. This is not a curse or offensive language, but a very affectionate one. title. But if they are two people who are not related and are strangers, and someone suddenly calls them an asshole, it is definitely a provocation.
"I heard Ms. Saili say that you have some ideas about special taxes?" Du Lin glanced at the door of the living room. Du Fu came in with two cups of coffee, then stood in the corner leaning against the wall. He took back After looking at it, he continued: "You want a lower tax rate, right?"
In fact, Edgar doesn't like to make guesses with officials. In this business, everyone is straightforward. If you say something ambiguous during negotiations, the other party may think that you want to take advantage of others. So he nodded and expressed his opinion, "Mr. Dulin, I asked the lawyer to check. The empire does collect 50% to 90% tax on special industries. Can you give us the lowest tax rate?" I’m very grateful.”
"I think you should also know that after all, you have also been in this business. Our transportation costs are actually very high. After paying taxes, our income drops sharply. This may be a very troublesome thing for us! We have a lot of We need to support the people and do some other business, so I wonder if we can change the name a little and separate our smuggled liquor from the special tax collection project?”
Edgar thought that Dulin would be embarrassed to say something like impossible, but he did not expect that Dulin would readily say that there was a way, so that he was stunned for a moment, "You mean... it can be done?", even though It was him, and he couldn't help but have a smile on his face. Du Lin doesn't need to reduce the tax too much, even a 35% tax, he is satisfied.
Dulin nodded and said: "Yes, in fact, I think that some small means can be used to remove private wine from the special tax collection list, and I will give you a very favorable tax point, but can you repay me What?" He shook his shoulders. This action was actually not good-looking, but it gave people a very special aura when he did it. "Money, I believe I won't have less power than you, now. I am already the mayor, and I can go to other places with just one operation. Or is it prestige?”
"Mr. Edgar, I believe that whatever you can give me is not lacking. The question is back to the original point. I can give you what you want, but what can you give me? Or how do you plan to do it?" Convince me?"
Du Lin's words made Edgar fall into silence. Yes, whether it was money, power, fame or other things, Du Lin already had them all. Even the largest money laundering dealer in the empire could speak for Du Lin. You can imagine how much money Du Lin paid them to draw these neutral guys to his side. So what can he bring to Dulin
I smoothed it out a little bit, and arranged the plot as soon as possible, so it makes sense to play games to code words.
(End of chapter)