The not very obvious Adam's apple made an obvious sliding movement. Delisle swallowed dryly, struggling deep in his heart.
To say or not to say, that is the question.
Having said that, there was no telling what that barbarian Du Lin would do to him. He didn't want to leave any marks on his perfect face, nor did he want to be beaten up by that guy for three to five days.
But if he didn't say anything..., the cold metal tube on his chin made it much more difficult for him to breathe. This was really a fatal thing!
In the face of being beaten and life, Delisle chose his own life without reservation as always.
He said a name, Gedol!
Prondo's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately put away the pistol, and the warm smile returned to his face. He helped Delisle arrange his clothes with a smile, but Delisle avoided with some fear.
Prondo held his stomach with both hands and said words full of guilt for his reckless behavior. At the same time, his mind was already boiling.
It's not news that someone wants to deal with Godol.
Ever since Godor became famous in Tenel City, people have been threatening to do something to him. Isn't he still alive and well
But this time, I'm afraid it's different. The first thing Prondo thought about was that there was only one threshold left for Godol to become a tycoon. Is there someone who didn't want him to cross it, so he designed this trap. This is not Prondo's speculation or reverie. In fact, the upper class is still full of cruel and fierce struggles, but the way this struggle is expressed is different from the fighting and killing at the bottom of society.
Wearing masks, they put the knife into their arms, smile at you, reach out their hands, and insert the knife into your chest at the moment of shaking hands.
The root of all this comes from "resources".
Tycoon is a general term, and a tycoon can be understood as a rich person. This is the most common understanding of tycoons in the lower society. In the eyes of the people of the lower class, tycoons are rich people who live a luxurious life, indulge in money every day, do not need to worry about money, and have endless money. But in the upper class, tycoon is just a pronoun, a symbol of social class status, and one does not have to have money to become a real tycoon.
What tycoons need is not money, but political resources!
All the real tycoons are competing for limited political resources. After all, whether it is Tenel or Canles, there are only so many officials and so much power. Naturally, when it is converted into political resources, it becomes tense.
Take Wood, for example. He is also a tycoon, so does his life consist of eating and drinking every day and not doing anything serious? No, his daily life is not like this. He will take the initiative to give money to the old party - this is people's abbreviation for the current aristocratic power. He will make political donations to the old party in exchange for the support of politicians, thus preparing to change his identity and pass the two parties. The election later that year catapulted him into a political figure.
If a politician wants to maintain the aloofness of his position, he cannot support everyone who sends him money. This stupid method can only destroy his prestige and status. He must maintain a clear choice. Only in this way can people work for him wholeheartedly. So for the tycoons, this political figure is the source of struggle and the political resource they fight for.
There is a boss above Goldo. Anyone with a little bit of energy knows this. He is a big shot. He not only has huge power, but also has a deep political background. Once Gedol crosses the threshold and becomes a new player in the "new gameplay", political resources will inevitably be diluted, because his boss will definitely support him and help him in a future election or political event. .
Seeing that a new round of election is about to begin, at this critical moment, if someone is likely to lose an important person who supports him because of Godol's "upgrade" - this is not impossible, after all, with students It is better to use it familiarly, and even if there is only one in a million chance, it cannot be ignored. So what will this mysterious man do? He will definitely find a way not to give Godol a chance to upgrade, beat him down with a stick, and let him wait for the next opportunity.
If there is a next time.
For a moment, Prondeau, who thought he had figured it out, twitched the corners of his eyes, and cursed himself in his mind. Why did Gedol do so many things in the first place? If he wanted to frame Du Lin, let him frame him. Although he was likely to be affected, it was better than falling into a trap like this, right? Of course, Prondo's ability to secure the position of regional police chief means that he also has his own "resources" and a reasonably decent head.
He immediately made a judgment and breathed a sigh of relief. Things are not so bad that they are in a desperate situation that cannot be saved. It can even be said that he is fully capable of extracting himself from this matter at this time, and it is a clean one. Of course, any reward needs to be paid before it can be obtained. Fortunately, it was not him who paid this time, but Godol.
Prondo immediately returned to Tenel's city with Delir, waiting for the opportunity to clean himself.
When Mrs. Vivian walked out of the Delisle Art Gallery with a cute look in her eyes and a rosy face, she unexpectedly saw Prondeau and Delisle standing at the foot of the steps, both of them with their heads lowered. Her steps slowed down a bit, and she stopped when she reached the third step.
She chose silence, but Prondeau did not dare to choose silence. He stood up first, lowered his head and admitted his "mistake" to Mrs. Vivian, "I'm very sorry, Madam, the third Coder who was caught this time Mr. Delisle's identification is fake. This is a mistake in my work. I must admit my mistake to you. This is the result of my negligence in my work. I hope you can punish me. "
Mrs. Vivian looked down at Prondeau calmly, and then looked at Delisle. Delisle explained cleverly, "Madam, after I went to the regional prison, I found that The three people were not the three people who robbed and brutally beat me that day, and I have made this clear to Chief Prondeau.”
Although Mrs. Vivian was a little upset, she asked patiently: "Who sent the person?"
Prondo took a step forward and lowered his head, "They were sent by a citizen named Godol. He said that these three people were Cord and his accomplices, and they were also the people who robbed Mr. Delisle. . It looked like they had been punished by some lynchings when they were brought here, so I failed to identify the three people very well. My negligence led me to think that the person Godol brought was Mr. Delisle. There are three people looking for it, so..."
Mrs. Vivian nodded and walked down the steps, interrupting Prondo's subsequent statement. She got into the car without looking back and quickly disappeared into the street.
Plando breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head, he was sweating on his forehead. He tilted his head and glanced at Delisle, who was still a little shrinking in his eyes. He walked up and patted his shoulder, "Thank you very much for your cooperation. "Although I sometimes have a bad temper, I definitely don't mean any harm. If you can't solve something, you can come to me and I will try my best to help you. We are friends, right?"
The corners of Delisle's mouth twitched, revealing an ugly smile...
During dinner, Mrs. Vivian put down her knife and fork, picked up the folded napkin at the corner of the table and dipped her full lips in it. Then she said to her husband who was sitting silently and eating quietly: "I heard Street robberies have occurred frequently recently, has the city's public security deteriorated to this extent?" After saying these words, without waiting for the mayor's response, Mrs. Vivian smiled and leaned forward slightly, then stood up and left.
After Mrs. Vivian left, her husband also put down his knife and fork and straightened up. The butler beside him immediately came over.
"Check it out!"
My son had a fever of 38.9°, so I took him to see a doctor.
(End of chapter)