Cosma Empire

"The deal is over?" Seeing Du Lin coming out, Graf, who was leaning against the doorpost, immediately stood up straight. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Du Lin, and lit the lighter, for him Point.

Du Lin took a puff of cigarette and shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said confidently: "No, but they will agree!"

It is not surprising to have such a guess. Through Hu En's simple description, Du Lin already had a preliminary understanding of the kind-hearted man named Morris. That is a guy who doesn't know how to lend usury and insists on lending usury, or in other words, the loan sharks in this society are not so black that there is no cure. Morris was a member of a gang, and he also raised some thugs himself. This kind of people in the gang is like those who are called "water hoses" in the dream.

Their task is to provide enough funds for the gang to develop, of course, it is also possible that this business is Morris's own. But no matter what, he would never dare not pay back the money Hu En owed, otherwise he would stand up when Morris took his cattle away.

He was afraid of Morris, so afraid that even if his interests were violated, he would not dare to protest. Such people may say some cruel words and have some decisive thoughts under great pressure, but that is just their wishful thinking. If this kind of person uses the words in the dream, it is cowardly.

Du Lin dared not say that he was their only savior. There was indeed a gap between 1800 yuan and 2200 yuan, but this gap could give them enough hope. Is four hundred yuan too much? If they earn money honestly, it may take two years to come up with four hundred yuan, and all three of them need a decent job. But if you don't make money honestly, and go a little sideways, you may not be able to make up the four hundred yuan in a short time.

Hu En is now facing such a choice, either sell the ranch to Doolin, and then find a way to make up for 400 yuan, or hold the ranch and die with his family, and then Doolin will get money from Morris At a relatively cheap price, buy this ranch again. Why ask who Hoon owes money to? Isn't it just to find a new owner of the ranch and buy it after the whole family is dead?

Moreover, Du Lin believed that even if he offered 1,600 yuan, Morris would not refuse, because Morris was a "low-interest loan", not a foundation, and he did not play any risk-averse investment. What he needs is money, cash, and star dollars that can be used for trading immediately!

It didn't take long for the door of the house to open from the inside, Hu En came out with a haggard face, he looked at Du Lin with a complicated expression, and sighed, "You won, sir, 1,800 yuan, I'll sell it to you Now, when can we get the money?"

Du Lin took off the cigarette dangling from his mouth, dropped it on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it, stretched out his hand and said, "Happy cooperation, come to the city tomorrow with your proof, and after the procedures are completed, you can I got your money. Now, I won't disturb your rest, so farewell!"

Du Lin nodded and left with a smile on his face. The premium of 300 yuan was exchanged for a time advantage, which was quite a bargain. As for how the Hu En family will make up the remaining 400 yuan after selling their house tomorrow, it has nothing to do with Du Lin.

After returning to the city, the three suppliers told him that their first batch of 10,000 bottles of wine would be shipped here in a week, hoping that he would be ready to receive the goods.

Early the next morning, Hu En found Du Lin who had just woken up with the certificate of his farm land, and the two went to the "Land Use Office" in Tener City to register the transfer of land assets. The procedure was not complicated. The two parties signed a contract of sale and transfer. Hu En transferred the farm he owned to Du Lin at a price of 1,800 yuan, and signed it with his fingerprints. When each person holds a copy and the Land Use Office files a copy, the land is Doolin's.

Du Lin gave 1,800 yuan to Hu En face to face, and asked Hu En to sign a receipt.

Watching Hu En leave the office hall quickly, Du Lin hooked his fingers, and immediately a boy in a shirt and overalls and a checkered cap ran over. This boy has fair skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is handsome. His name is Dufo, a very exciting guy, and he is also a member of the hometown association.

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 has gone. If he goes to find the man named Morris, you will come back. If he goes directly outside the city, arrest him, and then Send it to Maurice, and tell Maurice he's got money."

The purpose of doing this is to prevent Hu En from running away after getting the money. He can fully imagine that when Morris finds out that his 2,200 yuan is missing, he will definitely give up the account in anger and despair. Count on Durin. Although there are neat procedures to prove that he spent money to buy this ranch from Hun, but in order to balance the accounts and recover the losses, Morris certainly doesn't mind knocking a sum on Du Lin to make up for his losses. .

Du Lin is not afraid of causing trouble, but this does not mean that he is willing to take the initiative to cause trouble, so it is better to keep an eye on it.

Duffer went out and blew a whistle, and immediately four or five young men who were about his age and dressed in the same clothes approached him. Passers-by cast disgusting glances at them from time to time. If it weren't for the daggers in their pockets that would occasionally poke out their heads as they walked, everyone would have shut up, and someone would have reprimanded them. These young people looked excited, as if they were doing something great.

They followed Hoon, followed him, and watched him reach Seventh Avenue and into the deli that was turned over.

"Dover, is our mission just to keep an eye on him?" asked a friend.

Dufo is a relatively well-known young man among the friends in the fellowship association. He was once imprisoned in a juvenile prison for one year on the grounds of assault. He stabbed a drunk man thirty times with a pair of scissors and almost killed him when he tried to rape his sister. If it weren't for the fact that there was a reason for the incident, and Mr. Heidler had sent a lawyer to help Duffer, he might not be able to come out in eleven years, let alone one year.

The drunk man was rescued but died of organ failure a few days later.

So Dufo is very prestigious among these friends, and everyone looks forward to him.

He nodded at this moment, "The president ordered me to keep an eye on him. If he comes to see Morris, we will go back. If he goes out of the city directly, we will arrest him."

When he spoke, he saw that Hu En had already walked out of the deli, and it took less than five minutes to go back and forth, which may be a bit fast. Duffer immediately stood up straight, tilted his head and said to the friends around him: "Something is wrong, keep an eye on him, I'll go see if Morris is there." The friends didn't know what Dufo could do It can prove that Morris is there, but they have an inexplicable trust in Duffer, and they immediately slapped their chests and assured that they must keep a close eye on Hu En.

After the arrangements were made, Dufo walked a few steps along the sidewalk, opened the mailbox at the door of a house on the side of the road, took out an envelope, held it in his hand, and ran towards the deli.

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

At this time, someone stopped him, "Boy, don't rush in!"

Duffer raised the envelope in his hand, "Someone asked me to come here to deliver a letter to a Mr. Morris."

The deli employee who stopped him was about to reach out to grab it, but Dover dodged back and avoided his hand, "That's not okay, sir, the gentleman who asked me to deliver the letter said, it must be delivered to Mr. Morris, And give me ten cents!"

If Duffer only said the first half of the sentence, then the clerk would definitely say that I came to pass it on. But when he said that he still had 10 cents to pay, the clerk withdrew his hand and moved out of the way, "Go in and turn left and the last room is there, don't steal anything, don't run around!"

Duffer showed a smile, nodded and walked inside, "I'm not a thief!"

After entering the door, he looked left and right. The cold storage was on the right, and a corridor about ten meters away was on the left. There was a door on each side of the corridor, and there was also a door at the end of the corridor. He trotted all the way to the innermost side on the left, knocked on the innermost door, and heard "Come in" from inside. He opened the door and poked his head out first. The room was not big, with a big table, a set of dilapidated sofas and a coffee table.

There were a lot of change and coins on the coffee table, and three guys who didn't look like good things were counting the money. Behind the big table sat a guy in a white suit and pink shirt, greasy and pink, with his feet up on the table.

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

Duffer raised the envelope in his hand and shook it, "Someone asked me to deliver a letter to a Mr. Morris. Is Mr. Morris here?"

The greasy-faced guy withdrew his feet, looked at Dufo with some doubts, and showed his identity, "I'm Morris, who asked you to give it to me?"

Duffer put the envelope on the table, "I don't know, sir, he said you'd give me ten cents."

Morris paused when he was about to get the envelope, then took two coins from the table and threw them at Duffer. Duffer caught the coins and said with a smile, "Sir, you are so generous", then turned and left the room .

Morris looked at the slowly closing door with some doubts, and then focused on the envelope. The envelope was placed upside down, and the sender and receiver could not be seen, so he didn't care, and cut open the envelope with a paper knife, took out the letter paper and read it.

The more he looked, the weirder his expression became, and finally he couldn't help but shattered the letter paper in his hand, "You bastard, you actually tricked me, go and catch that kid back!"