"Jon?", Prandtl looked at the only name on the expensive stationery with some doubt, and looked up at the mayor''s housekeeper. Being disturbed in the morning and waking up from a sweet sleep is not a happy thing. More importantly, today is still a rest day. If it weren''t for the big knocker, prando would like to take revenge on the damn harasser.


    The brown paper with wood grain is wrapped with a layer of Phnom Penh, which is hot stamped with gold foil. The paper emits a faint aroma. Jon''s two words are artistic and very beautiful. The cost of this stationery itself is very high, but it is only used to write a person''s name, which shows the dignity of the host''s family.


    "I''m sorry, who''s this Jon?"


    Faced with prando''s doubts, the housekeeper was also very patient. He explained: "Jon is a young man who often goes to the delier Art Museum. He is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is very white and handsome. He has a strong body. His hair is a little silver, which is very recognizable." here, the housekeeper mentioned it in the corner of his mouth, "What the mayor means is to find out the man named Jon, find out his real name, and without disturbing him, find out if someone is behind him. If so, find out the man, and if not, catch Jon first."


    "Well, my message is over, so I''ll leave first!" the housekeeper took his hat and bowed, put on his hat and pushed the door. Looking at the back of the housekeeper, prando frowned.


    He is very impatient. In fact, according to reason, the chief of the police station in his area should not be much different from these mayors and parliamentarians, even if they are not at the same level. But the problem is that whether for mayors or parliamentarians, the chief of the police station is like their domestic servant. It''s enough to give an order when he wants to use it.


    There may not be any reward for doing a good job. After all, doing a good job in the eyes of those big people is the right thing. As the chief of the police station, in addition to maintaining law and order, his main job is to solve problems for these leaders. Such things have not been encountered twice and again. Not long ago, Mrs. Vivian asked him to catch people, and it was the mayor''s turn first.


    Although he was very impatient, prando had no choice but to perform. He casually changed into the police uniform he was going to wear tomorrow, put on his hat, patted his cheek to make himself look refreshed, took a deep breath and rushed out of the house.


    After a while, almost everyone knew a message. Prando was looking for a young man named Jon. If someone could provide him with information, he would be blessed and protected by prando and get a lot of money. For a time, forces large and small moved and began to search for this guy named Jon everywhere.


    People outside are frantically searching for Jon, but the real "Jon" is as stable as Mount Tai hidden in the farm.


    "Sorry!" , dufo bowed his head with some guilt. He needed to apologize to Du Lin because he screwed up the matter. Du Lin''s request was to pass some information to Mrs. Vivian through him, so as to affect Mrs. Vivian''s judgment ability, and bury a chess piece conducive to the hometown Association around the big man, rather than let him have feelings with Mrs. Vivian. Many people may I don''t think emotion is controlled by myself, but on the contrary, it is precisely because human beings can rationally control other emotions that there are so many emotional swindlers and so many disappointments.


    Dufo should not have feelings with Mrs. Vivian, let alone let Mrs. Vivian get pregnant. The latter point is the most deadly.


    In fact, all this can be avoided, but with the connivance of tacit understanding between the two sides, it happened.


    Du Lin waved his hand. To tell the truth, he is very upset now. He always wants to break something to vent his grievances... Grievances? It''s not easy to pull a group of bastards, fellow countrymen''s associations and trading companies to this step, and everything began to get on track. A small accident is likely to destroy everything he has now. He''s not a groundless worry. The mayor''s shadow in the city Before the new party came to power, the mayor''s old name was "consul". The president always grasped the power of the whole city in large and small matters.


    Even today when the new party is in power, the power and power of the "consul" have been weakened into a "mayor", but he is still not something that a small businessman can resist.


    Once the mayor catches up with this line, it is inevitable that he will not guess whether someone is manipulating what happened between dufo and Mrs. Vivian. Even if he doesn''t think so, as the "owner" of dufo, he will naturally be included in the scope of attack.


    Reason told Du Lin that the best way now was to pack up his belongings and run with everyone, not to mention how far to go, at least not within the sphere of influence of the old party.


    However, sensibility told him that if he chose to escape rather than conquer difficulties in the face of difficulties, he might spend the rest of his life in constant flight. The economic empire he dreamed of could not become a reality because he could not afford such weight and responsibility.


    Looking at Du Lin walking around with a sad face, the Buddha stopped talking several times. This time, he finally summoned up his courage and stood up, "Du Lin, I''ll turn myself in!" , his companions immediately turned their eyes to dufo and thought he was crazy. If he turned himself in, he would die, and he would die ugly. At this time, Turin had told everyone everything. He had no right to hide this level of disaster from everyone.


    Du Lin''s footsteps stopped, turned and raised his hand, which was a slap. He pulled the whole Buddha up and flew out with his toes on the ground.


    "Stupid!"


    "Stupid!"


    Durin roared. He walked back and forth, faster and faster, staring at dufo.


    "I''m sure that as long as you stand up, it won''t take three days, the hometown meeting will be over, I will be over, and everyone will be over!" he pointed to the capital Buddha, walked over and kicked it on the shoulder of the capital Buddha, and threw it on the ground, "Do you think you are selfless? Wrong! You are just a little person, a sad little person. The anger of a big person will not be calmed because of the life and death of a small person. Only more small people can calm their anger at the cost of death!"


    "Rather than consider turning yourself in, I advise you to consider how to kill that bastard!"