Dulin pinched Delisle's neck with one hand and clenched his other hand into a fist, punching Delisle's delicately dressed face. This punch was very powerful. Although the strength and physical fitness of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy were far inferior to those of adults, considering Delisle's thinness, this punch had done enough damage to him. Blood immediately flowed out from Delier's sore and painful nose, and the fishy heat flowed down his lips to both sides. He looked at Dulin in horror and struggled desperately.
Du Lin punched him again without hesitation, and another, and another!
There was only the sound of "pop", "pop", "pop" in the office.
After seven or eight punches in a row, Delisle's eyes showed a look of pleading and fear at the same time. He stopped struggling and seemed to have compromised.
Du Lin released his grip on his neck and shook his arm. His fist actually hurt after these few punches. There was no flesh on Delisle's face, and his cheekbones could always be touched when he hit him. While the blows hurt him, his own fists also hurt a little.
After gaining "freedom", Delisle gasped for air, his whole body curled up into the egg, and he looked at this rude, unreasonable, and barbarian-like young man with fear.
"You can't do this to me!" The slightly shrill voice and the expression on his face distorted by fear made Delisle's artistic atmosphere instantly disappear without a trace.
Dulin raised his eyebrows, casually picked up a miniature totem pole carved from ivory on Delisle's table, and slapped it on Delisle's arm. The crisp sound made both of them realize that one side must be broken between the arm and the ivory. Of course, the fracture would definitely not be the tusk, but Delisle's arm.
His screams did not last for a second. The ivory in Dulin's hand was raised high again, and the high soprano-like screams suddenly stopped.
"Mr. Delisle, can we have a good talk now?" Dulin looked at Delisle, who was huddled in the egg, holding his arms and crying as if he had been raped, with dangerous and fierce eyes.
Delisle pursed his lips and nodded. Tears and nosebleeds mixed together and dripped on the collar of his favorite clothes. The red stains drop by drop were shocking.
"Very good, this is very good!" Du Lin casually put the ivory artwork in his hand back to its original position, and also deliberately adjusted the position to keep it as it was before. He arranged his clothes and appearance and sat on the table. "Now, can you tell me what I should do to hook up with Mrs. Vivian as soon as possible?" He took it out of his pocket. He lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff and then flicked a small amount of the banquet onto Delisle's body.
Delisle was afraid and said in a trembling voice: "Mrs. Vivian has a fanatical pursuit of all beautiful things..." When he said this, Delisle suddenly fell silent. He didn't know if he should It was time to tell the truth. He secretly glanced at Du Lin, whose eyes became fierce again. He shuddered and decided to tell the truth completely. The only thing he can pray for now is that Du Lin has nothing to do with Mrs. Vivian, otherwise he will definitely die in an ugly way.
"Mrs. Vivian has a special hobby... She likes young boys, not too old, but not too young, about thirteen or fourteen years old, handsome or beautiful boys.", she said it all. , Delisle seemed not to keep it any longer, so he might as well tell it all. Anyway, if you say half a sentence, you will die, and if you say a hundred sentences, you will die. It is better to get over the current situation first, and then think about what will happen next.
"Actually, many ladies like these tunes. Most of their husbands have lovers outside. Even if they go home for the night, they rarely do anything. I don't know if it's out of revenge or some kind of behavior that belongs to women. Hobby, in short, there are several ladies who like to do this. In addition to running this art gallery, I am also looking for their prey for these special guests. "
"I've said everything I need to say, can you let me go?"
Du Lin suddenly felt a little speechless. He looked around. It was an art museum full of art, but he didn't expect that it was doing such dirty things secretly. The director of this art museum is actually a special pimp? !
But if you think about it from another perspective, this is actually normal. These ladies with extremely high status have been lacking necessary care and nourishment for a long time, and they will definitely feel resentful. Some of them can bear it, but some can't, especially women like Vivian who have special power and don't care what men think or do. Last time, he heard from Kevin that the mayor or a councilman kept a female restaurant owner. Unexpectedly, he discovered these affairs here in the blink of an eye.
In fact, he didn't know that Delisle didn't explain everything clearly. The so-called flower arrangement and tea party were basically a carnival party for these ladies, in which they indulged in overflowing hormones in this art gallery full of art.
The boys who were picked up by Delisle were not at a disadvantage. In addition to enjoying some special happiness, they could also make a lot of money.
Each takes what he needs.
However, this special hobby left Du Lin scratching his head. If Mrs. Vivian likes money, he can afford it. If she likes something, he can find ways to get it. But she likes little boys, so she wants to do it herself
In an instant, Du Lin thought of a person—Du Fo.
That guy who is as handsome as a girl will definitely be liked by these ladies, and it will not be a disadvantage for him.
Thinking of this, Du Lin moved his butt off the table and walked to the egg chair. Delisle thought Du Lin was going to continue beating him, so he was so frightened that he immediately protected his head and his body was shaking slightly. But after waiting for a long time, the expected violent storm did not come. He smiled and let go of his arms, and laughed twice.
Dulin slowly stretched out his hand, stroked Delisle's collar, and flicked the cigarette ashes on his body, "Look, I know some secrets that I shouldn't know. If you don't want to be found floating in the sky one day, In the Agate River, you'd better keep your mouth shut. In two days, find any excuse to invite Mrs. Vivian over, and I'll give her a big gift. Do you understand?" Dulin patted Delir's cheek. , Delisle nodded blankly.
"I remember, two days later, Mrs. Vivian, big gift!"
Du Lin nodded with satisfaction, took out a roll of ten-yuan banknotes from his pocket, counted ten of them casually and put them into his pocket, and threw the rest directly to Delisle.
The unfettered banknotes instantly turned into pieces of paper all over the sky, spinning, rolling, and slowly falling.
Looking at Du Lin who turned around and left after the rain of money, Delisle felt as if he had been licked by a dog after being fucked with him.
(End of chapter)