"Did you talk?", Seeing Dulin come out, Graf leaning on the doorpost immediately stood upright. He took out a cigarette from his arms and gave it to Dulin, and hit a lighter for him. Point.

Du Lin took a sip of cigarette and shook his head, exhaled a spit of smoke, and said with confidence: "No, but they will agree!"

It is not surprising that there is such a guess. Through some simple descriptions of Hoon, Doolin already has a preliminary understanding of that kind person named Morris. That is a guy who will not lend usury to usury, or that the people who lend usury in this society have not hacked to the point where there is no cure. Morris is a member of the gang and he has also raised some thugs. Such people are like gangsters in dreams who are called "water pipes".

Their task is to provide enough funds for the gang to develop, of course, it is also possible that the business is Morris's own. In any case, he never dared not pay back the money owed by him, otherwise he would stand up when Morris took his cow.

He was afraid of Morris, afraid that even if his interests were violated, he would not dare to protest. Such people may say some hard words and some decisive thoughts under great pressure, but that is only their wishful thinking. If such people use the words in a dream, they are counseling.

Du Lin didn't dare to say that they were their only savior. One thousand and eight hundred yuan is indeed some distance away from two thousand two hundred yuan, but this gap can give them enough hope. More than four hundred? If you earn money honestly, it may take two years for the four hundred yuan to come together, and they need a good job for all three members of the family. However, if you don't earn money honestly and go a little sideways, you may not be able to make up the four hundred yuan in a short time.

Hoon now faces such a choice, either sell the ranch to Du Lin, and then find a way to make up the four hundred yuan, or hold the ranch and die with the family, and then Du Lin will be from Morris Buy this ranch again at a relatively cheap price. Why ask whom Hu En owes? Isn't it because the new owner of the ranch was bought after the family died?

And Du Lin believes that even if he quotes a price of 1,600 yuan, Morris will not refuse, because Morris is a "low-interest loan", not a foundation, nor play any risk-averse investment. What he needs is money, cash, and a star that can be used immediately for trading!

It didn't take long for the door of the house to open from the inside, and Hu En came out with a stunned look. He looked at Du Lin with a complex expression and sighed, "You won the sir, one thousand eight hundred yuan, sold to you Now, when can we get the money? "

Du Lin took off his cigarette and fell to the ground, stepped on it and crushed it, and stretched out his hand, saying, "Happy cooperation, you will come to the city with the certificate tomorrow. After the formalities are completed, you can I've got your money. Now, I won't bother you to rest, leave! "

Du Lin nodded and left with a smile. The premium of three hundred yuan in exchange for the time advantage was a very cost-effective deal. As for how the Huen family sold the house tomorrow to make up the remaining four hundred pieces, this had little to do with Du Lin.

After I returned to the city, the three suppliers entrusted him to tell him. One week later, the first batch of 10,000 bottles of wine would be shipped here. I hope he can be ready to receive the goods.

一 大 In the early morning of the next day, Hu En took the certificate of his farm land and found Du Lin who had not waked up long before. The two went to the Land Use Office in Tener City to register the transfer of land assets. The formalities were not complicated. The two parties signed a contract for sale and transfer. Zhenghuan Huen transferred the farm he owned to Du Lin for one time at a price of 1,800 yuan, and signed and pressed the handprint. When the document was held by one person and filed by the Land Use Office, the land was durin's. Du Lin gave Huen 1,800 yuan in person and asked Huen to sign a receipt.

Watching Hu En leave the office hall quickly, Du Lin hooked his fingers, and immediately a teenager in a shirt and suspenders and a checkered peaked cap ran over. The teenager had very pale skin and handsome looks with thick eyebrows. His name was Dufo, a very exciting young man, and a member of the fellowship.

He lowered his head and stood behind Du Lin's right side. "President?"

Du Lin raised his chin. "Take a few people to stare at him and see where he went. If he goes to find the man named Morris, you will come back. If he goes directly outside the city, grab him, and then Take it to Morris and tell Morris that he has money. "

The purpose of doing this is to prevent Hoon from running away after getting the money. He can completely imagine that when Morris found that his two thousand and two hundred dollars were missing, under the anger and despair, he would definitely put the account down. Count on Du Lin's body. Although there are neat procedures that can prove that he spent money to buy this ranch from Hoon, but Morris did not mind knocking on Du Lin to make up for his loss in order to balance the bill and recover the losses. .

Dulin is not afraid to cause trouble, but this does not mean that he is willing to take the initiative to cause trouble, so it is better to stare.

Lidu Buddha went out and blew a whistle. Immediately, four or five young men of the same age and similar clothes came to him. Passers-by from time to time cast a disgusted look on them. If it weren't for the daggers in their pockets that occasionally poked their heads as they walked, everyone closed their mouths. These young people looked excited as if they were doing a great cause.

They followed behind Hu En, followed him all the time, watched him go to Seventh Avenue, and walk to the deli that was transferred.

"Dufo, is our task just to stare at him?" Asked a small friend.

Ba Dufo is a relatively well-known young man among his fellows in the fellowship. He used to be in jail, a juvenile prison, and held for one year on the grounds of injury. He used a pair of scissors to stab a drunk man who tried to invade his sister for thirty or so, and nearly killed the drunk man alive. If it wasn't for the cause, Mr. Gashangdler has sent a lawyer to help Dover. I am afraid that he will be able to come out in one year. He may not be able to come out in eleven years.

醉 The drunk man was rescued at the time, but died of organ failure a few days later.

So Dufo is very prestigious among these little friends. Everyone takes his lead.

He nodded at this time. "The president ordered me to stare at him. If he came to see Morris, we would go back, and if he went out of town, he would be arrested."

I talked and saw that Hu En had stepped out of the delicatessen, and it took less than five minutes to go back and forth, which was a bit fast. Du Fu immediately stood up straight and leaned his head to the friends around him and said, "Not quite right, you stare at him, I'll see if Morris is there." The little friends don't know what Du Fu can do It can prove that Morris is there, but they have an inexplicable trust in Dufo, and immediately patted their chests to pack tickets, and must be staring at Hu En.

After I arranged it, I saw Dufo walking along the sidewalk, opened the letterbox at the door of a house on the side of the road, then pulled out an envelope and held it in his hand, and ran towards the deli.

When I ran to the deli, Buddha looked at the layout of the room. There was a door behind a row of counters selling bacon and ham. There was only this door in the whole room. He lowered some caps and walked towards the inside.

At this time, someone stopped him, "boy, don't run wild!"

Batu Foyang raised the envelope in Yang's hand. "Someone asked me to send a letter to a gentleman named Morris."

The deli employee who stopped him was about to reach out and grabbed him. Dufo ducked back and avoided his hand. "That's not good, sir. The one who sent me the letter said that it must be delivered to Mr. Morris. And it will give me a lot of money! "

If all Buddhas only speak the first half of the sentence, then the clerk will definitely say that I will hand it over. But when he said that there was still a lot of money to pay, the clerk retracted his hand and let the way go. "When you enter the door and turn left, the last room is, don't steal things, don't run around!"

Lidu Buddha smiled, and nodded his head and walked in, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "I'm not a thief!"

After entering the door, he looked left and right, the cold storage on the right, and a corridor about ten meters on the left. There was a door on each side of the corridor and a door at the end of the corridor. He trot all the way to the innermost on the left, knocked on the innermost door, and heard a "come in" from the inside. He opened the door and reached out a head. The room was small, with a large table, a set of worn-out sofas and a coffee table.

There are a lot of loose coins and coins on the tea table. Three guys who are not good at first sight are counting money. Behind the big table was a guy in a white suit and pink shirt, with a slick face and two feet on the table.

He looked up at Dufo and raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?"

Batu Buddha raised the envelope in his hand and shook it. "Someone asked me to send a letter to a gentleman named Morris. Is Mr Morris in there?"

The guy with the oily noodles retracted his feet and looked at Dufo with some doubt, indicating his identity, "I'm Morris. Who asked you to send it?"

Ba Dufo put the envelope on the table. "I don't know, sir, he said you would give me a lot of money."

Morris was about to hold the envelope for a moment, and then took two coins from the table and threw them to Dufo. Dufo caught the coin and said, "Sir, you are very generous." .

Morris looked at the door slowly closing in confusion, before he focused on the envelope. The envelope was left in reverse. The sender and recipient were not visible, and he didn't care. He cut the envelope with a paper cutter, took out the letter, and looked at it.

The more I looked at him, the stranger his face was, and finally he couldn't help smashing the stationery in his hand. "Asshole, he actually lied to me, go and get the kid back!"