It only takes four streets to get from the city center to Albert's villa, and it only takes fifteen minutes during the busiest traffic hours in the city. He is happy with where he lives now, being closer to his job means he can allocate more time.
Sometimes the traffic in the city is particularly congested, but even so, his driver will not change the route. This has almost become a habit, so when the vehicle turns at an intersection, he immediately notices the vehicle. Departed from the normal route.
"Sir, didn't you pay attention just now? The radio said that there was a traffic accident ahead, the road is temporarily closed, and we need to change the driving route." The driver answered in very detail, but Albert always felt that there seemed to be something in his tone. Something unusual.
Maybe he was too sensitive. After Dulin came to the Federation, he never had a good rest. Every time he finished his work, he couldn't stop thinking about the future. Once everything here is thrown away, he will become his past self, his terrible self.
From the head of a consortium and a federal congressman, he became an inconspicuous ordinary person. Maybe he will have a little money, enough for him to live a prosperous life, but those things are thousands or tens of thousands of times different from what he has now? People will no longer respectfully call him Mr. Congressman, and no one will shut up when he speaks and concentrate on listening to his opinions. He will become dispensable and revolve around others.
All this is like a nightmare, and I don't know when the nightmare will wake up.
He wiped his face twice and took out a document from his briefcase. This was a document submitted by a chemical factory under the Atlantic Group. In addition to domestic sales, this chemical factory also exports many products to various parts of the world. Its performance has always been very good. In terms of profitability alone, it has entered the top three levels of the group companies.
This document explained in detail the reasons for the expansion, the necessity of the expansion and the reasons for the urgent need. He thought for a while and found that the expansion fund of 20 million federal shields was indeed a bit too much, but the problem was not big. Now the group company The liquidity on the books is still very abundant, and the holdings of shares of various listed companies are also exceeded. He took out a pen and signed his name on the document. He approved the document and sent it back to the company's finance department to withdraw the money tomorrow, and finally put it into the archives department for safekeeping.
When he put the documents back into his briefcase and looked up out of the window, he felt a sudden heartbeat that made him feel cold all over and made him shiver.
Unknowingly, the car has left the city. There are fewer and fewer places with light around it. The height of the buildings is also decreasing. There are few pedestrians on the street and many street lights are broken.
Every city has its good and bad sides. The rapid and explosive development of the city will make the city appear to be divided into many parts. Some places are so prosperous that even a pin cannot enter it, but there are also some places. The place is as backward as it was ten, twenty or thirty years ago.
"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?!" He had never doubted the driver before. This driver was recruited by himself. At first, Du Lin arranged a driver for him, but he found a reason to send the driver away. The people around him now were all those he found from the federal side.
This driver used to be a federal soldier. After retiring, he applied for a job. Among dozens of people, Albert chose this guy. He has also been to the driver's home and met the driver's parents, wife and children. He may know his family better than he does himself. Moreover, the driver has indeed performed conscientiously in the past few years and never missed a thing. This is what Albert is most satisfied with.
But now, an unpleasant panic spread in his heart. It was only at this time that he noticed that the brown bulletproof glass used to maintain privacy between the car and the cab had been raised, and he could not see clearly what was going on in the cab. !
Without waiting for the driver to answer, he tugged hard on the door latch, but it couldn't move, and then hit it hard twice. The door didn't shake at all except for a dull sound.
This is a bulletproof car. On the surface, the security of the Federation seems to be very good. In fact, the dirty things among the big conglomerates are no less than those in the Empire, or even worse. In the past, a total of 11 members proposed to abolish the lifetime tenure of the Speaker. Four of them died on the streets for various reluctant reasons. Seven other members had also received death threats. These people were not immigrants. Abroad, they just disappear and hide. Therefore, almost all congressmen and big figures in the consortium have several customized bulletproof vehicles.
Stimulated by the desire to survive, he tried many methods without success. He was completely disappointed.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, knocking on the brown bulletproof glass.
The driver laughed twice and said, "Sir, don't be nervous, you will know soon."
In silence, time passed minute by minute. About ten minutes later, the car stopped at a farm warehouse. The driver unlocked the car. Albert pushed the door open and rushed away like a dark wilderness. But he was sent back with a fist.
"You shouldn't run around, the boss is waiting for you!" As he spoke, a burly man pushed his shoulder and pointed to the small house with lights on next to the farmhouse. Albert glanced around desperately. Except for the occasional call of a cow and the chirping of insects, there was no human habitation nearby.
He adjusted his clothes and walked towards the small house. After entering the door, there was the hall. He saw a guy with his back to him at the open kitchen table next to the hall. The person next to him pointed to the location and he walked over.
When he walked around to the other side of the table, he realized that the person who was eating with his head down was actually Du Lin!
Du Lin raised his eyes and looked at him for a while, without stopping the movement of his hands. A huge beef stick bone was cut open and grilled, lying on the table. The pieces were like jelly, and the bone marrow sprinkled with a lot of seasoning exuded an alluring smell. The scent of people. He scooped out a spoonful and put it in his lunch bag, took some lettuce leaves and some other things, and then took a bite. The shiny bone marrow slowly flows out from the bite, exuding a strong aroma that makes people lick their fingers.
"It tastes good. Do you want some?" Dulin pointed to the seat opposite him and motioned for Albert to sit down. "The Federation's Hagens cattle are better breeds than those in the Empire. I think we can Introduce some and send them to the west for breeding, and such delicious things should appear on the dining tables of the empire’s upper class.”
A guy who looked like a chef also brought a cut stick bone and other ingredients for meals to Albert.
(End of chapter)