After three patrolmen patrolled the street, several old people stood at the corner with a slight frown. One of them, a white haired old man, was leaning on a stick. He stroked his pale goatee and jumped at the corners of his eyes.


    "Look, I said that the mayor was definitely not kind, see? Now even the police have appeared, which shows that the public security problem in this city has threatened everyone''s life!" the old man is the elder of this block, and his son does some small business in nano lindes. His family is average, but it''s much better than others. He is not the oldest, but he can also rank in the top ten. He has always had prestige and many people are willing to get closer to him.


    In the park, he has about three mu of farmland. The demolition plan will destroy his farmland. Naturally, he will be unhappy. In fact, there are many people who really take advantage of the park as their own. No one has emphasized the problem of the park before, so there is no contradiction. However, after Dooling''s notice was sent out, the contradiction existed and was still intensifying.


    The purpose of these patrols on the streets is not to threaten the elderly who occupy public land, but to deter some fanatics who came to Otis from nano lindes. But the old man interpreted the discovery as another signal and thought that Dooling might be targeting himself. Who makes his family one of the best in this area, and who makes himself have a certain prestige in this area?


    That stupid mayor must want to intimidate others by hitting me. I won''t let his plot succeed!


    The old man pounded on the ground with a crutch. "We can''t let him go on like this. Once he really plans to flatten our park, what shall we do then?" his muddy eyes showed a green light, looked at others with compassionate eyes, and said carelessly: "I don''t care. My children mail me ten yuan a week, and some canned meat and fish are enough for me to live a good life, but what do you do?"


    His voice grew louder and more people gathered around the corner. Many people surrounded him and listened to him, "Do you old bones have to walk more than ten miles to open a wasteland outside the city? Even if you have the ability to walk, can you move? You have to walk so far every day. If you accidentally fall on the road, you will be like a grumpy old man. Have you considered the consequences?"


    "Grumpy old man" in the old population It was one of their neighbors. When it rained last time, he went out to buy salt, stepped on the mud and fell. His family sent him to narindus, spent more than 80 yuan and pulled him back. He died. The old man''s family conditions were poor and he couldn''t afford expensive treatment costs. In addition, he was old, so he basically lost half his life Now I''m still lying in bed and can''t even sit up.


    When talking about this guy, the onlookers showed a sad look. At the same time, they also felt that the old man was right. After all, everyone has old arms and legs. What should we do in case of a fall? It doesn''t matter to themselves. Isn''t it going to cause trouble to the children?


    The old man snorted and pounded the ground with his crutch again. The slight discussion around him stopped and people looked at him. He raised his chin slightly and said with an inherent arrogant attitude: "we have to show the color to the foreigners and let him know that a foreigner wants to run wild in Otis. He is not qualified!"


    "What do you say?" someone shouted in the crowd, which is the unique way of handling things in Otis.


    They do not rely on the city hall, courts and judges, and there has been no police here for a long time, so the elders in each block, like the little emperor in each block, have high prestige and certain "executive" power.


    "Of course, let him understand that Otis people are definitely not easy to mess with!" the old man waved his crutch, said to follow me, and took everyone to another direction.


    At the same time, in the mayor''s reception hall of the city hall, durin met with the nano lindes businessman who came to discuss cooperation. To be exact, it was Sally''s boss, a middle-aged man named Edgar.


    Mr. Edgar looks well dressed and elegant, like a gentleman, more than the head of a smuggling gang. The weather is not cool today. He also wears a gray suit, one hand tucked in his waist, the other hand tightly clasped with Turin''s hand, and slightly bent down. He has a humble smile on his face, which is not arrogant on the faces of smugglers , like a businessman or a politician.


    Turin took him by the hand and guided him into the reception hall by his arm. Some dilapidated sofas and a corner missing tea table made it look unsatisfactory. But neither Turin nor Edgar paid any attention to it. They sat directly on both sides of the tea table and faced each other.


    "Mr. durin, in fact, we had heard of your reputation before you came to Otis!" Edgar was very good at speaking. He appropriately released an exclamation and a trace of jealousy, "To be honest, I never thought that a young man like you could make such a big reputation, but when I saw you, it''s now. I believe it!"


    Half what this guy said is true and half is false. It''s true that he has indeed heard of Du Lin''s name. After all, he has swept private wine markets in more than 50 cities and established a very stable maritime smuggling channel of his own. It''s shocking! His means, his wrist and his style make people feel his strength. Everyone thinks this guy is not an easy-going person.


    As for the fake, it was his compliment to Turin. A man in his forties who was used to the wind and rain, especially in his business, saw and heard much more than ordinary people. Surprise is surprise, but it''s definitely not as surprised as he shows.


    In the early years, Derek''s gang was arrogant, and Derek himself was similar to Turin. The guy''s fame was spread abroad. In the end, he was destroyed by the army because of his arrogance and lawlessness?


    In Edgar''s view, fame is a good thing, and a certain fame is enough. If fame is too big, it can only lead to disaster!


    Dooling waved his hand, smiled and tilted his legs. "Mr. Edgar''s praise made me ashamed. I just helped some people find their way, that''s all." he paused and directly began today''s theme, "It''s inconvenient to ask Ms. Sally to invite you over this time. You know, sometimes different tone and context will lead to different interpretations."


    Edgar nodded. It''s not Dolin''s nonsense. It''s like the word asshole. Sometimes close people will call each other assholes at some time. This is not a curse or offensive language, but a very intimate name. But if two people who are not related and very strange suddenly say an asshole, it must be provocation.


    "I heard Ms. Sally say you have some ideas about the special tax?", Turing glanced at the door of the meeting room. Duffer came in with two cups of coffee, then stood against the wall in the corner. He looked back and continued: "you want a lower tax rate, don''t you?"


    In fact, Edgar doesn''t like to say what you guess and I guess with officials. In this business, he is straight forward. If he says some ambiguous words during the negotiation, he can''t be sure that the other party still thinks you want to eat black. So he nods and gives his opinion, "Mr. durin, I asked the lawyer to check. The Empire does levy 50% to 90% tax in special industries. I''m very grateful that you can give us the lowest tax point."


    "I think you should also know that after all, you have also done this business. In fact, the cost of transportation is very high. After paying taxes, the income decreases sharply, which may be a very troublesome thing for us! We have a lot of people to support and need to do some other business, so I wonder if we can change the name a little to get our smuggled private wine out of China From the special tax collection project? "


    Edgar thought that Turin would be very embarrassed to say something impossible, but he didn''t expect that Turin said there was a way, so that he was stunned, "do you mean... Yes?", even he couldn''t help smiling. He didn''t need too much from Turin. He was satisfied even with the 35% tax.


    Durin nodded and said, "yes, in fact, I think private wine can be removed from the special tax collection list through some small tricks, and I will give you a very favorable levy point, but what can you give me in return?", he shook his shoulder. This action is not good-looking, but it gives people a very special momentum, "Money, I believe I won''t have less power than you. Now that I''m the mayor, I can go to other places with the operation. Or reputation?"


    "Mr. Edgar, I believe you can give me everything I need. The problem is back to the origin. I can give you what you want, but what can you give me? Or how do you intend to convince me?"


    Dugu Lin''s words made Edgar fall into silence. Yes, Dugu Lin already has money, power, fame and reputation. Even the largest money laundering dealer in the empire can speak for Dugu Lin. it can be imagined how much money Dugu Lin fed them to pull these neutral guys to his side. So what can he bring to Dugu Lin?