When he returned to his temporarily hidden residence, Dufo immediately greeted him. He knew that Du Lin went out today to deal with the threat that Gedol posed to them. He was also very nervous because the current hometown association was far inferior to Gedol in terms of scale and strength.
Godol is different from Wood. Wood has been whitewashed. The so-called whitewashing is not only to completely erase some things in the past that cannot be known to most people, but also to strip away some inappropriate things from the present, such as Talking about the many thugs, weapons, and illegal businesses he once owned. He was like a tiger with its claws and fangs removed. He was introduced into the cage by the adults, and then a label was placed on the outside of the cage that read "Tycoon".
He does look extremely majestic. Everyone knows about Tycoon Wood, but in fact, only he knows the true situation. Whether it is to maintain his dignity or status, he cannot do anything that harms his status. He can't keep many thugs, he can't do business that violates the rules of the game, and he can't take action directly without a word like before. No matter what happens to him, he must follow the rules and the rules of the game.
So Dulin didn't have any hesitation in dealing with Wood.
What he was going to deal with was a tiger that had forgotten how to tear apart its prey with its claws and fangs and was proud of itself in the jungle. What he has to deal with is just a gentleman whose hands and feet have been restricted by the rules of the big shots, and it is difficult for him to even resist.
As for Godol, he has not yet been bound by the rules of the game, although he has been abiding by these rules. He is not a tycoon in the upper class now, he is just a dirty gang leader. Before he crosses that threshold, whatever he does is acceptable to people. Look, isn't he just a gang leader? Isn't what he does just in line with his identity
Therefore, when facing Godor, Dulin, and Dufo all felt that this was a very troublesome matter. A newly formed hometown association was about to leave Tenel and start over in other cities, struggling to survive. . If it is not necessary, who would want to be driven out and leave their homeland in this way? If possible, who wouldn’t want to leave in glory and go to the next bigger stage to pursue themselves
"How's it going? Is there any way?" Du Fu handed over a bottle of freshly opened fruit wine. Dulin waved his hand. He didn't drink, or in other words, he rarely drank unless necessary.
The windbreaker was hung on the hanger. The room with yellow walls was slightly dim. There were still some dried water stains on the walls and ceiling. This was a temporary rented room, handled through other people. .
He sat down on the sofa that had lost its elasticity, and his butt came into close contact with the wooden board under the seat cushion, which almost caused his butt to bloom. He had his arms on the armrests and looked like he was lying in a bathtub. He stood up again, kicked the sofa hard, walked back and forth a few steps, and then looked at the anxious Du Fo.
"Now there is a way to get close to the mayor's wife, Mrs. Vivian. According to my understanding, the mayor has kept a mistress outside, but he still respects Mrs. Vivian's opinion. This is an opportunity. As long as Vivian A few words from Mrs. An are more useful than anything done outside. It is not easy to catch up with Mrs. Vivian, and it may require sacrifice on your part... "
Before Du Lin finished speaking, Du Fu raised his hand to stop Du Lin from continuing. He raised the bottle and took a deep drink, tore his collar, took a deep breath of the half-remained cigarette, and his eyes slightly He looked at Du Lin with a red face, "I don't know where my father is. He may have died on the battlefield, or he may have pretended to be dead and ran away. My mother raised us brothers and sisters. She has lived a very happy life these years." It's not easy. My brothers and sisters are still young and need to be taken care of. After I leave, remember what you said before. I don't ask you to really regard my family as your family, but you must take good care of them... "
"Remember to tell them I love them!"
"Tell me, what do you want me to do? Is it to assassinate someone or something else?"
Looking at the slightly excited Dufo, Du Lin was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. He felt a little pain in his stomach from the laughter. Du Fu was almost dumbfounded. He looked straight at Du Lin, wondering if he had said something wrong.
It took a while for Du Lin to stop laughing, but when he saw the silly expression on Dufo's face, he couldn't help laughing again.
"Actually... it's not what you think!" In common language, there is essentially no difference between the word sacrifice and the word death. If you add a little modification in front of this word, it will change from ordinary death to Meaningful dedication is what everyone calls "sacrifice." Du Lin spoke a little quickly and ignored the modifier, making Dufo think that this time he might have to pay the price with his life to impress Mrs. Vivian.
After Du Lin explained, Dufo also laughed. He laughed for a while, rolled his eyes, and took another sip of wine. "It scared me to death. I thought I had to go see God. Please speak up next time." Use your words more accurately, okay? I remember you went to cram school with me!"
Du Lin shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, I admit my mistake, but you still have to 'sacrifice'."
"I feel much better now!" Du Fu rubbed his face, "At least there is no need for 'death'"
Immediately after Du Lin told Du Fu the plan, Du Fu's face turned green. This was really a sacrifice of love. He was actually asked to cater to an old woman in her forties. The muscles on his face stiffened. " Can you... find someone else?"
Du Lin asked back: "Do you think there is anyone more handsome and more handsome than you among us?" He spread his hands and asked himself, "Not at all, so in the end I can only take this arduous task. The task is handed over to you. And you won’t suffer any loss. Don’t you find it exciting to play with a noble lady from the upper class with almost no consequences?” He came to Dufo, put his arm around his shoulders, and gave him a hug. He said in a very... tone: "Think about it, you and the mayor will become cousins. How honorable is this?"
"If you think you can make me feel better just by saying this, then your plan has failed!" Du Fu lit up another cigarette, lowered his head and puffed hard while Du Lin did not interfere with his thinking. After a moment, he raised his head sharply and flicked the cigarette butt on the ground, "I agree, damn it, I hate you and your plan, but I agreed without any hesitation!"
I had a meeting and came back very late, so I could only update it once.
(End of chapter)