After a few people sat down, Graf once again explained the troubles he encountered in detail. Dufo smiled and lit a cigarette, "It's all small things, and you'll know the results in the evening." After he finished speaking, Looking at Du Lin, this sentence was actually meant for Du Lin.
Graf's matter is insignificant to them now, and can even be solved with a phone call. Dufu is curious why Dulin would come in person. He knows how busy Otis City is, and although he can't do without Ordo for the time being, it doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to the situation there.
As he hung out with Du Lin in the past few years, his status and horizons have been improved. It can be said that he is no longer the little gangster a few years ago, he is already a "tycoon". The amount of dividends distributed over the years has amounted to several million, which is much richer than many so-called rich people in Orodo.
Du Lin raised his hand and put it on Graf's shoulder. Du Fu smiled and nodded. He understood what Du Lin meant.
Although Graf left their circle, it did not mean that Dulin had forgotten him and regarded him as an ordinary person. Dulin still regarded Graf as his good brother. This is what Du Fu admires most about Du Lin. No matter how cruel and vicious he is to outsiders, he never gives anyone a chance to find fault with his own people. For those brothers who died in Du Lin's early rise, Du Lin gave their families five hundred yuan every month, which was much more than he had promised. [Not stingy, no explanation]
Only by having integrity can one stand firm, which is why everyone is willing to do things for Du Lin. He never puts himself first, there is always only one whole in that position.
"What are you going to do?" Dufo asked.
Du Lin had his own thoughts on the way here. As Dufo said, these are all small things. "Gather some people and find Graf's brother. Otherwise, what else can we do? Negotiate?", he snorted. He laughed, and both Dufo and Vivian followed suit.
negotiation
A mayor negotiating with a group of lower-class punks who were trying to trick someone into a trap? That really flatters the other party's identity. It can be done simply and crudely for this kind of guy, so there is no need to be so troublesome.
Half an hour later, Peter, the president of the Ordo Association, rushed to the Governor's Mansion with a dozen good people. Peter was the best among the branch presidents promoted from Turnell. His brother had died for Du Lin, and since he himself had excellent execution and understanding abilities, Du Lin gave him a little bit of help and was promoted to the president of the Ordo Association.
"Boss!" Peter still has great respect for Dulin. After all, Dulin changed the fate of his family. Although his family still lives on the old street, their house has been demolished and rebuilt, and they enjoy what the upper class calls the "boss!" The kind of "quality" life. Then he said hello to Dufo, and finally looked at Graf. He didn't know this guy, but he extended his hand very friendly.
"Sit down!" Du Lin pressed his hand, "There is something you need to do. Go to No. 22, Thirteenth Street. That is a casino. Arrest the people inside and send them to our warehouse at the dock. , we will go there later. The other party may have weapons in their hands. Bring your guns and remember to wear body armor. If the resistance is fierce..." Du Lin smiled and said, "Just leave one or two people who can talk. "
Peter, who had just sat down, immediately stood up, "Boss, I'm going now. Is there anything else you need to order?"
Du Lin smiled and shook his head. He also stood up, took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette and threw it away. He picked up a lighter from Dufo's raised palm, and when Peter's body began to tremble, he put the lighter Close to his mouth.
With a ding sound, the pure copper lighter lid opened and a crisp vibration sound was heard. This is a loud-sounding lighter that has become popular since this year. Many celebrities in the upper class are very fond of this "singing" lighter. lighter.
Pete reacted quickly. He hurriedly held the cigarette in his mouth, covered the lighter with both hands to prevent the wind from blowing out the fire, carefully lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath. He had never thought that cigarettes would have such a "delicious" taste. The rich fragrance made him suspect that all the cigarettes he smoked before were fake. But he secretly glanced at the trademark on the butt of the cigarette. It was the same brand as the one he usually smoked.
Du Lin patted him on the shoulder, "Your brother is a great person, and I hope you can become a great person!" He squeezed Peter's arm, "Do your best, team leader is definitely not the end!"
"Go!"
Seeing Peter walking and jumping, Dulin shrugged, "I will always remember the day his brother died fighting for me. This is what I owe them."
When Peter left the gate of the Governor's Mansion, he felt that the sky was blue, the clouds were white, and even the unyielding grass in the cracks of the bricks on the roadside was green. He had never felt that the world was so beautiful as it was today.
The team leader may only be a slightly higher level in the hometown association, but everyone knows that once you reach the position of team leader, your identity and status will be completely different. Maybe you can't see it in daily life, but it's definitely more than just a title.
In layman's terms, if the association is regarded as a company, and all members are basic employees, then the group leader is the middle management. Within the scope of authority given to him by the president, he can make his own plans, have more freedom, enjoy better benefits and treatment, and of course have to bear more responsibilities.
There is nothing in this world that can be obtained for nothing. You must have paid something at the moment of harvest, which means greater power and more responsibility.
Ordo, or rather the state of Kansas, is the place where Dulin started, and it is also the place where business is the best. When Peter jumped out, the people he brought with him immediately saw some clues, and they asked questions on the road. He couldn't help but smile and said it in the end.
A group of people walked over to him one by one, pressed his head and rubbed his hair fiercely. He was not the oldest, and could even be said to be relatively young. Most of these people are neighbors to him, or live on the same street, or may be related to each other.
After a while, everyone knew it was enough and stopped, but they made one request, that is, Peter must treat them to a good drink, everyone. Although he felt a little worried about the money, he readily agreed.
In fact, as Dulin and Dufo thought, this is just a small thing, as small as it can be. After retracting his gaze from the window, Du Lin shook his head with a smile, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and kept focusing on the faces of Dufo and Vivian, seeing that they were both a little confused and uncomfortable. When he was embarrassed, Du Lin asked: "Are you planning to get married?"
This sudden topic immediately made Vivian a little restless, and Du Fu also showed an awkward smile, "Boss..."
Du Fu wanted to explain something, but Du Lin waved his hand to stop him, "I'm not here to hold you accountable, nor am I here to trouble you, but I sincerely want to ask if you have any plans to get married. . Everyone has to go through this process, from one person to many individuals. This is the responsibility of society and your own responsibility. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. If you plan to get married, I will give you my best wishes. A great gift.”
"If you don't plan to get married, then I want to ask, is there anything I can do to help?"
Du Fu laughed a few times and moved to Du Lin's side, "Can I ask, what do you plan to give as a gift?"
Vivian's eyes lit up. She already knew what a terrifying industry Du Lin had now. She was also a little curious. If they really got married, what would Du Lin give him
"I discovered some time ago that the empire doesn't seem to have any development plans for offshore islands, so..." he laughed, "I plan to give you an island!"
It may be that society has not yet noticed the special economic value of islands, so dozens of islands off the east coast of the empire are still in their original ecological environment. Dulin has spent a sum of money to buy all these islands. It may seem that these islands are of little use now, but Dulin believes that twenty or thirty years from now, these islands will become very important strategic resources.
This is true whether it is from the national level or from the own planning chain!
"Island?" Dufo sighed, looking disappointed, "I thought there would be a solid gold statue, or something else!"
Du Lin reached out and hit Dufo, but Dufo quickly dodged it.
Vivian, who was sitting in the back, was smiling, but there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes, because they couldn't get married. Regardless of the huge age difference between the two, just the fact that her late husband was Peter couldn't make her have any thoughts in a short period of time. Vivian has deeply realized how terrible public opinion is. She not only has to consider herself and Dufo, but also considers the reputation left by the Governor.
Maybe it would be nice to live like this for the rest of my life, without a grand wedding or receiving blessings from everyone, but as long as I am happy, isn't that enough
Her smile became more and more innocent, but the girl named Daphne sitting opposite her had deep envy in her eyes.
She leaned closely against Graf, and for the first time she discovered that in addition to being in good health and rich, her boyfriend also had another advantage, that is, he knew important people.
She wondered if there would be an island if she and Graf married.
(End of chapter)