"I think what you said is very right, but some things are not so easy to do." Arthur took a sip of the paradise that Dufo gave him, and immediately realized that this might be top quality, because his whole body felt inexplicably relaxed. Come down, a piece of paradise like this costs several hundred yuan. Although he could afford it, he couldn't afford to give one to others casually like this.
Dufo looked like a child from a very, very rich family, with a frivolous look on his face. He raised his chin slightly, biting Paradise with his teeth, and his voice squeezed out from the gap between his teeth, "What can't be done? You said What did I tell you yesterday? Haha!" It sounded like he was laughing, but Arthur could hear the contempt and contempt in the laughter, which reminded him that he had also treated people who were not as good as him, and he felt a little ashamed. angry.
Before Arthur could get angry, Dufo continued: "Forget it if you don't believe it, it has nothing to do with you anyway."
Yesterday, Arthur met Du Fu by chance. Du Fu gave everyone a free bottle of wine. This behavior deeply stimulated Arthur. How could Arthur, who felt that he was the most dazzling person in the entertainment scene, be willing to be stepped on in the face without making a sound? So he also gave a bottle of wine to every table and room in the audience, which was better than the wine in Dover. What followed seemed like an epic battle for dignity and glory. In the end, Dufo gave each table two skilled women for free to compete and became the winner of the game.
Arthur should have been very angry. After all, a stranger stepped on his face and became a "big celebrity" in the entertainment venue he was most familiar with. But inexplicably, he didn't hate Dover, and even "liked" him a little bit - It's not the kind of love that goes beyond friendship, but that he finally met a prodigal son who was more prodigal than himself. This made him feel like he had met a rare confidant, and he couldn't help but sit next to Dover with a glass of wine.
Mr. John kept saying that he was a prodigal, that he was not doing his job properly, that he was a waste, that he was worse than a waste. He can do nothing but spend money. But today he witnessed with his own eyes that he was not the most rubbish, because there was someone even more rubbish than him. There is absolutely no mistaking the taste that only the same kind can have. This is also a trash, a waste, and a prodigal.
The two had a similar affinity, talking about luxurious life enjoyment, how to squander money, and women. In the end, they became good friends. When he was half drunk, Arthur asked Dufo why he came to the imperial capital. Dufo told him that it was to do something for his father, to contact some people, and to loose some things. In short, in Arthur's opinion, this trash is really worse than himself. He said everything he could and couldn't say. What made him break out in a cold sweat was this "Joe" and his family. He planned to contact more The power of capital has taken a piece of meat from the George family.
That's why after everything that happened during the day, Arthur was really anxious, and he also had a sense of urgency that he had mastered the secret.
At this time, Arthur collapsed on the sofa, smiled stupidly, and blew out a puff of smoke, "I wanted to talk to you about something, but I didn't expect you brought this thing, and the atmosphere was ruined by you." He spoke at a fast pace. Unhappy, a little blurry, and laughed after saying it.
A ray of clarity flashed in Dufo's eyes. The Paradise in his hand was processed. Only the first two puffs were real Paradise mycelium, and the ones at the back were all tobacco leaves. In this case, even if the paper burned, Arthur would not notice it.
"Say it, make me happy." Judging from the way he spoke and his expression, Dover seemed to be as deeply affected by it as Arthur, and even his reaction became full.
The Paradise can make people feel happy, ignore some things, and slow down their thinking, but it will not make people lose their thinking and instincts. Arthur quickly told Dove his troubles according to his lines and script.
My father is bedridden and unconscious, and the brothers and sisters in the family are all focusing on internal fighting, which has led to a sharp decline in the performance of the family business. If this problem cannot be solved, it is very likely that the family business will collapse.
He established himself as the only upright person in his family, but even so he might end up living on the street.
After hearing this, Dufo asked him, "Do you love your father?"
"Love?" Arthur's eyes were briefly confused, and then he nodded affirmatively, "I love him more than anything in this world!", what words can and cannot be said, he is still very worried in his heart. clearly. Although in the eyes of others he is a prodigal, a waste who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, he behaves quite well and at least often goes to the manor to "see" Mr. John.
And in front of this trash who is even trashier than himself, he can't show that he is still a scumbag, so he loves his father very much.
Dufo raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "That's good, I love my father too. Since you love your father, then you can understand that he is now Anger and pain? You should help him get rid of all this, whether it is anger or pain."
The next time seemed to be spent playing happily, but Arthur frowned and sat in the corner, and the paradise was thrown on the table after he pinched his face. Dufo's words seemed like a demonic voice from hell, echoing in his ears.
At first, he didn't understand what Dufo meant and what liberation was, but after careful consideration, he finally understood. Unconsciously he took off his coat and felt the stuffy heat in the room. He walked to the balcony, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, and walked out.
A huge neon light flashed above his head, and the sounds of having fun could be heard faintly from the surrounding windows. He sweated even more and his face became serious.
He realized that maybe this was a very bullshit idea, but it had some appeal. Just like what Dover said, if Mr. John knew about the current situation of him and his family, he would definitely be angry. At the same time, he would not be able to wake up and could only suffer in the darkness, looking for a place that might never have an exit. the end of.
Letting him live in such anger and pain, perhaps relieving him is the best way.
He has saved part of the family business and will have a chance to rebound in the future, and Mr. John no longer needs to suffer.
He clenched his fists and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants. After returning to the room, he went out of the private room directly without disturbing Dufo, paid the bill and returned to his villa.
He was sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, without turning on the lights, and the darkness around him gave him a feeling of fear. From the moment he was born, his life was full of light, and he seemed to feel that he could understand what Mr. John was feeling now. Facing the endless darkness that surrounds and submerges him, if someone can take him out of this world, he will be grateful to the other person.
Arthur silently walked to the study, which he had never used for business, pushed a mechanism, and stepped into the hidden cellar. He opened a suitcase in a simple cellar, which contained a complete set of custom-made pistols. More bullets, more power, and more... good-looking.
He skillfully picked up the accessories and assembled them silently. When he pushed the reaction chamber containing the obsidian crystal into the pistol grip and turned on the safety, and felt the heat coming from the handle, he silently returned to the villa.
After a long night of sitting, under the endless darkness, he ushered in the first ray of sunlight.
It's time for him to do something.
After Du Lin received Dover's feedback, he no longer cared about this matter. He still needed to be in Otis City to prevent some people from having inappropriate thoughts. As Alice said, this is a city full of criminals, but those criminals, under Dulin's intimidation, put on formal suits and ties, and carried their briefcases like successful people. get off work. But once these people are sure that Du Lin can't take care of this place, they will definitely tear off all disguises and change back to their original self.
The rules haven't been established yet, so they still have a chance.
Twenty days have passed since the assassination. The Anthem Consortium has sent several photos to Du Lin. In the photos, the guy who was kicked out of the office was lying on the ground with his skin torn and his body unknown. There were multiple angles of shooting. , and in the letter that accompanied the photo, the head of the Capet family expressed a deep apology to Dulin. He told Dulin in the letter that the person who ruined their relationship had received the punishment he deserved, and hoped that Dulin could put it down and talked about the casino again.
The Cape family and the Chant Consortium seemed to be determined to win the casino. Originally, Du Lin was a little confused. Such a powerful consortium no longer needed a casino to help them, so why they were so interested in this casino.
Later, Mr. Jack solved his doubts. The Anthem Consortium needed the casino to launder money, so they had to have a complete license before they could launder their money and put it in their pockets. A lot of money in the hands of aristocratic consortiums such as the Empire is unclean. As for why it is unclean and how it is unclean, Mr. Jack did not say. Perhaps this is the industry ethics he has always emphasized.
With Mr. Jack's reminder, Dulin finally understood the reason why the head of the Cape family personally wrote a letter asking for a casino.
But this is impossible. Even poker only has 5% cross-shareholding. Why can they get an entire casino
He tore up the letter and threw it into the trash can, and then collected the photos. These were all "evidence of guilt." Regardless of whether the guy is actually dead, he must be "dead."
As for how to deal with the differences with the Cape family next, it still depends on how the other party will act.
(End of chapter)