"What do you want to do?", The old Fowles who got up from the ground didn't yell, he sorted his clothes, wiped off the blood under his nose, stood with his chin in front of the man, The seed looked down and arrogant, mocking the man, "My son killed your daughter, I killed your wife, and now what do you want to do?"

"Kill me?"

The scornful look in his eyes was like he had treated the poor countless times. Old Fowles thought that this man did not dare to hurt him because he was a rich man and a wealthy man. He has a vast network of relationships, and no one can hurt him and his family without paying a price. And he didn't think the man in front of him would hurt him, let alone kill him.

"I heard you have a son. They told me it was a cute little boy ..."

Before the words of Old Fowles were finished, the man raised his scissors and inserted it into his mouth, and forcefully cut his tongue from the middle. Old Frost screamed in pain, and he kept rubbing the blood flowing from his mouth with both hands. He didn't realize that when he did those things and said those words, he didn't have the same way to go back as this man. He was afraid to escape, he didn't realize that these lunatics really dared to hurt him, and even killed him.

He is a rich man and a celebrity in the society. Many people depend on his face to live, and even the city hall sometimes needs to ask his opinions for policy. Until this moment, he suddenly found that he was not as strong as he had imagined, nor had he lost his confidence in life as he had the previous two days. He didn't want to die, and he still had a lot of things to enjoy.

No descendants to inherit?

Is it enough to have one?

If everyone didn't say it, who knew if the child was born, and there seems to be more advanced medical technology over the federal side, maybe there is a turnaround.

He really didn't want to die, so his first thought was to rush out, but Dufo kicked him back again, and his heart fell into the abyss at that moment.

Doering did not allow Old Fowles to see the sun the next day. In a very fashionable word, he knew too much.

The man bent with a pair of scissors towards him was a mess, the old Fowles' **** hands were bloody, and there were many mouths about an inch long on his arm. His body trembled, holding his hands that had been pierced in many places, and his body continued to squirm backwards. He just wanted to stay away from the man. The man looked at the mournful old Fowler on the ground and wiped the sweat on his brain. He dropped his scissors and picked up the stick that killed his wife. He walked back slowly, standing in front of Old Fowles with trembling arms and begging, and raised his stick.

With a beeping sound, the stick in the man's hand almost couldn't catch it. Old Frost's body was tense, trembling violently, and no more shouted.

The man kept waving the stick, raised it again and again, and fell again, from the initial trembling percussion to the last popping sound like a man, the man repeatedly repeating an action like a machine, the man was lost for a moment He dropped the stick in his hand and stood there.

Old Fowles was dead, his head was smashed into a pool of mud, and the housekeeper was kneeling on the ground and vomited.

Du Lin pouted his lips, and no matter who he was, all the things he was proud of during his lifetime would be worthless. He took out a pistol and put it in the man's hand. "If the flame of hatred in your heart has not extinguished, there are still outside, in the house next to you, in the courtyard, you can find many people."

"If everything you endure can be fulfilled with this life, then we leave now."

"The choice is yours!"

"You don't need to worry about how much your life will change tomorrow morning. You just need to live well and watch your children grow up. That's enough."

"I'll help you settle the rest!"

The man looked down at the pistol in his hand, and was struggling endlessly. Just before Du Lin appeared, he thought that if he had the chance to leave here alive, he would kill everyone here. But the moment he killed Old Fowles, the anger that made him breathless disappeared for most of it. Now he is at a loss because he has just killed a local celebrity. He doesn't know what his future will be like and what will happen to his children. Everything is uncertain, I don't know, confused!

Du Lin seemed to understand his heart at the moment, stepped forward and hugged him, and patted him on the back. "Everything is over, go back and take a bath, sleep well, don't forget the sadness, don't forget Hatred, and live bravely. "

Without any obstruction, the man still took the pistol from his hand, and he looked up at Du Lin blankly, "Can I still do that?"

Du Lin smiled lightly, "Why not?" He patted the man's shoulder, "Let's go, go home, and leave it here to me!"

They watched the man leave the villa and slowly move his body towards the fifth zone, just like a walking dead without much anger. In just a few days, the family has undergone tremendous changes. Whose fault is this? He didn't know, but it wasn't him who was wrong. Maybe this world is like this. There are always people who can trample on the law for some reason. There is a price to do anything. Maybe the price will not come today, but we will come back someday!

Du Lin sighed. Perhaps this is the best ending. He hopes that the man can let go of his hate ... well, standing back does not hurt. He smiled at himself, turned, raised his hand and pulled the trigger against the housekeeper's head, "It's time to work!"

The next day the sun rose slowly from the sea level as in countless years. The first golden rays of sunlight penetrated the Avenue of Dawn and shone on the statues in the park. The whole city fell from carnival to silence. There are still traces left after the carnival last night on the road, and the cleaners on the beach have begun to clear the sand, and the entire city is caught in such a strange contradiction. Some people rest because they are happy, and some people are happy because of work.

"Sir, your coffee!", The waiter put the coffee and burrito on the table, owed him back, and turned away in two steps. He rubbed his eyes and returned to the shop, lying on the counter and dozing off.

Du Lin took the coffee and took a sip. The coffee cup was just set down, and the newsboy came here on time as before every morning and put the latest newspaper on Du Lin's table. The newspaper boy took off his hat and watched Du Lin put a dollar into his peaked cap. The same joy appeared on his face, "If you have nothing else to do, I will send the paper."

He waved his hand, the newsboy clasped his hat tightly on his head, and dashed to the intersection to start the work that he had to do every day.

Opening the first page of the newspaper, the front page headline is the holding of the Ilian Food Festival, and the first food festival will be held in the Irian area next month. In the picture, Alexander is as eye-catching as his belly. This guy has spent a lot of effort to make this happen. Of course, he also brought 50,000 yuan to Du Lin. After turning the first page, I turned a few more pages before Du Lin found what he wanted to see.

This is a piece of news related to Du Lin. A company listed on Sherry Street was packaged and acquired by a local company. The reporter believes that this is a way for the Irian region to focus on developing finance in addition to tourism and entertainment Tentative. The entire article actually talks about how the special geographic and financial environment of the Irian region is suitable for the development of financial business, and it has not been mentioned except after mentioning the acquisition at the front.

But it doesn't matter, what Du Lin needs is this information.

This company was acquired by Du Lin and arranged for backdoor listing, which is related to his next plan.

After closing the newspaper and eating a few mouthfuls of burritos, Du Lin left five yuan and left with the newspaper.

The city is as calm and serene as before, no one knows what happened last night, no one!

When she returned home, Freina was ready to go out. She hesitated after seeing Du Lin coming back and walked back into the room.

"I have something to tell you."

Du Lin looked at the woman a little strangely. He walked into the side hall and closed the door after Freina came in. "Say ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ What's the matter, is the money not enough?"

Freina shook her head, "There is still a lot of money. Actually ... Du Lin, I don't know what to say, I'm worried recently because I don't know if there is a market for the things we shoot, if it messed up This will cost you a lot! I'm a little disturbed, but I can't tell the crew that I have tried to save as much as possible, but I'm still worried ... "

She was stressed and unable to show it, and she felt that she might be depressed if she did not speak again. Five hundred thousand, this is a sum of money that she may not be able to afford in a lifetime!

As soon as Du Lin sat down, he stood up again. "That's it? Okay, I know. I have to go back to sleep. This is a trivial matter. I think it's worth buying a 500,000 first, even if it's not the last. Make money, but at least we are also the worst first non-ferrous film in history, aren't we? "He walked to the door and opened the door halfway." Don't save money for me, actually you have time to be troubled here. Think about how to perform better, remember, we are not short of money! "

Looking at the back of Du Lin waving his hand away, Freina can only smile with a bitter smile. This may be the difference between the poor and the rich.

The burden on her may be just a game in the eyes of these rich people.