"I think you are right, but some things are not so easy to do." Arthur took a sip of the land that Buddha gave him, and immediately realized that this might be the top product, because he was somehow relaxed. Down, such a piece of paradise will cost hundreds of pieces. Although he could afford it, he could give someone one like this, which he couldn't do.

Dufo looked like a very, very wealthy child. With a look of frivolity, he slightly raised his chin, biting the land with his teeth, and his voice squeezed out of the gap between his teeth. "What can't be done? You said I told you yesterday? Hehe! "Listening to him laughing, Arthur could hear the contempt and contempt in the laughter, which made him think that he had also treated those who were not as good as himself, and suddenly felt a bit ashamed. angry.

Before Arthur had an outbreak, Dufo continued: "If you don't believe it, it doesn't matter to you anyway."

Yesterday Arthur encountered Dufo, and Dufo gave a free bottle of wine to the audience. This behavior deeply stimulated Arthur. How could Arthur feel that he was the most dazzling in the field? So he also gave a bottle of wine to every table and room in the audience, which was better than the Buddha's wine. The next seemed like an epic war fought for dignity and glory. In the end, Du Fu gave each table free two skilled women to compete and became the winner of the game.

Arthur was supposed to be very angry. After all, a stranger stepped on his face to become a "big celebrity" in the entertainment place that he was most familiar with, but somehow he didn't hate Dufo, and even "liked" him— —Not the kind of love that transcends friendship, but that he finally met a prodigal who was even worse than himself, which made him feel as if he had encountered a rare confidant and could n’t help but sit beside Dufo with a glass of wine. .

Mr. John has always said that he is a prodigal, that he is not doing his job, that he is a waste, that he is not as good as waste. He would do nothing but spend money. But today he witnessed that he was not the most trashy, because there was another person who was more trashy than him. This kind of taste can only be wrong, it is also a garbage, a waste, a prodigal.

The two stink like each other, talk about luxury life enjoyment, talk about how to spend money, talk about women, and finally they become good friends. When he was drinking and half drunk, Arthur asked Dufo why he came to Emperor Dudu. Dufo told him to do something for his father, contact some people, and loosen things up by the way. In short, from Arthur's point of view, this garbage is really more garbage than himself. What can be said and what can't be said are all spoken out. What made him even more sweaty is the "Joe" and his family, intending to contact more. The power of capital plucked a piece of meat from the George family.

That's why everything happened today during the day. Arthur was really anxious, and there was a sense of urgency to grasp the secret.

At this point, Arthur collapsed on the sofa, smiled silly, and exhaled smoke. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I didn't expect you to bring this thing, and the atmosphere was destroyed by you." Unhappy, a bit fuzzy, and laughed after speaking.

There was a ray of clear light in Du Buddha's eyes. The land in his hand was processed. Only the first two mouthpieces were real land mycelium, and the back were tobacco leaves. In this case, even if the paper burned, Arthur wouldn't notice.

"Say, let me be happy." Judging from the way of speaking and expression, Dufo seemed to suffer the same as Arthur, and even the reaction became full.

Land can make people happy, let people ignore things, and make their thinking slower, but they won't even lose their thinking and instincts. Arthur soon told Dufo his troubles based on his lines and scripts.

My father was sick in bed and was unconscious. The brothers and sisters in the family put their minds on the internal fighting, which caused the performance of the family industry to decline very much. If this problem cannot be solved, then the family industry is likely to fail.

He has shaped himself into the only upright person in the family, but even then he may be on the streets.

Dufo asked him after listening, "Do you love your father?"

"Love?", Arthur's eyes appeared briefly confused, then nodded surely, "I love him more than everything in this world!", What words can be said, what words can not be said, he is still very hearty clearly. Although in the eyes of others, he is a prodigal, a waste, a garbage that only knows how to eat, drink, and play, but he behaves fairly well, at least often goes to the manor to "see" Mr. John.

And in front of this trash that is more trashy than himself, he can't show that he still has scum, so he loves his father very much.

Dufo raised his hand on his shoulder, put it in his ear, and whispered, "That's fine, I also love my father. Since you love your father, then you can understand him now The anger and pain of you? You should help him free it, whether it is anger or pain. "

The next time the Buddha was enjoying himself while playing, Arthur frowned and sat in the corner, and he lost his face on the table after his face was hidden. The words of Dufo seemed to be the magic sound from hell, which kept echoing in his ears.

At first he hadn't understood what Dufo said and what was liberation, but after serious thinking, he finally understood it. Unconsciously, he took off his coat and felt the stuffiness in the room. He went to the balcony, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, and came out.

A huge neon light flickered on his head, and there was a sound of joy and joy in the surrounding windows. His sweat increased, and his face became serious.

He realized that maybe it was a very **** idea, but it was a little more attractive. As Dufo said, if Mr. John knows the situation of him and his family, he must be angry. At the same time, he ca n’t wake up, and can only torment in the dark, to find one that may never be exit The end.

Perhaps letting him live in such anger and pain is probably the best way to relieve him.

He has kept a part of the family property and will have a chance to regain his strength in the future, and Mr. John no longer needs to suffer.

He clenched his fists and wiped the sweat from his palms to his pants. After returning to the room, he did not alarm Dufo, went straight out of the door of the private room, bought the bill and returned to his villa.

He sat on the sofa in the lobby on the ground floor without lights, and the darkness around him made him feel a sense of fear. From the moment he was born, his life was full of light, and he seemed to feel that he could appreciate what John is feeling now. Facing the endless darkness that surrounds and drowns himself, if someone can bring himself out of this world, he will be grateful to each other.

Arthur silently walked to the study that he had never used in business, pushed an institution, and stepped into a hidden cellar. He opened a suitcase in the humble cellar with a complete set of custom pistols. More bullets, more powerful, and more ... nice.

He skillfully picked up the accessories and silently assembled. When he pushed the reaction chamber containing the crystals into the pistol grip and opened the fuse, and felt the heat from the handle, he returned to the villa silently.

In a long night of sitting, in the endless darkness, he ushered in the first rays of sunlight.

He should do something.

After Du Lin got feedback from Dufo, he didn't care about this matter anymore. He still needed to stay in Otis to prevent some people from thinking that they shouldn't. As Alice said, this is a city full of criminals, but those criminals put on formal clothes and tie under the deterrent power of Doolin, carrying a briefcase like a successful person Off work. But once these people are sure that Dulin can't take care of them, they will definitely tear off all the camouflages ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and change them back to the original.

The rules have not yet stood, and they still have a chance.

Twenty days have passed since the assassination, and the Hymn Consortium has sent several photos for Du Lin. In the photo, the guy who was kicked out of the office lying on the ground fleshly and unknowingly, there are multiple angles of shooting. And in the letter that came with the photo, the owner of the Kape family expressed deep apologies to Du Lin. In his letter, he told Du Lin that the person who had broken their relationship had received the due punishment, hoping that Du Lin could put aside the matter and talk about the casino again.

The Cape family and the Anthem Consortium seem to have the ambition to win the casino. Originally, Doolin still had no idea. Such a powerful consortium no longer needs a casino to add bricks to them. Why do they like this casino so much?

Later, Mr. Jack puzzled him out. The Anthem Consortium needed a casino to launder money, so they had to have a full license before they could wash their money and put it in their pockets. Many of the noble consortiums in the country such as the Empire currently do not have clean money. As for why it is not clean, why not, Mr. Jack did not say, maybe this is the industry ethics he has always emphasized.

With Mr. Jack's reminder, Doolin understands why the owner of the Cape family personally wrote a letter to want a casino.

But this is impossible. Even poker only has a cross-shareholding of 5%. Why can they get an entire casino?

He shredded the letter into a trash can, and then put away the photos. These were "criminal evidence". Whether that guy is really dead or not, he must be "dead."

As for how to deal with the differences between the Kape family, it depends on how the other party moves.