Cosma Empire

"Jon?" Prondo looked at the only name on the expensive letter paper with some doubts, and looked up at the mayor's butler, Mr. Mayor, completely confused. Being disturbed early in the morning and waking up from a sweet sleep is not something that can make people feel happy, and more importantly, today is still a rest day. If it weren't for the fact that the person who knocked on the door was too powerful, Pronto would have wished to take revenge on this damned harasser.

The brown wood-grained paper is surrounded by a layer of gold, which is hot-stamped with gold foil. The paper exudes a faint fragrance. The words Jon are written artistically and very beautifully. The cost of this piece of letter paper itself is extremely high, but it is only used to write a person's name, all of which show the dignity of the owner.

"Sorry, who is this Jon?"

Mr. Butler was also very patient in the face of Prondo's doubts. He explained: "Jon is a young man who often goes to the Delille Art Museum. He is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is very fair and handsome. He is strong and strong, and his hair is a little silver-white, so he is very recognizable." At this point, the housekeeper raised his mouth, "The mayor means to check this man named Jon to find out his real identity. Name, without disturbing him, check to see if someone is instigating him behind him. If there is, find out this person too, if not, arrest Jon first."

"Then, my message is over, let me take my leave!" After bowing and saluting with his hat in hand, Mr. Housekeeper put on his hat and pushed the door away. Looking at the back of Mr. Butler leaving, Pronto frowned.

He was very impatient. In fact, it is reasonable to say that even if the chief of the police station in his area is not at the same level as these mayors and councilors, they should not be too different. But the problem is that no matter for the mayor or the councilors, the police chief is like their domestic servant, and it is enough to order them when they want to use them.

If you do well, there may not be any rewards. After all, in the eyes of those big shots, doing well is the right thing to do. As the chief of the police station, besides maintaining law and order, isn't the main job for these leaders to solve troubles? This kind of thing didn't happen once or twice. Not long ago, Mrs. Vivienne asked him to arrest people. Now it's the mayor's turn.

As impatient as he was, Prondo had little choice but to execute. He casually changed into the police uniform he was going to wear tomorrow, put on his hat, patted his cheeks to make himself look more energetic, took a deep breath, and rushed out of the house.

After a while, almost everyone knew the news that Prondo was looking for a young man named Jon. If someone can provide him with information, he will be blessed and protected by Prondo, and he can also get a lot of money. All of a sudden, big and small forces got wind of it and started searching for this guy named Jon everywhere.

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

"I'm sorry!" Duffer bowed his head guiltily. He needs to apologize to Du Lin because he messed up the matter. Du Lin's request is to pass some information to Mrs. Vivienne through him, thereby affecting Mrs. Vivienne's ability to judge, and plant a pawn beside the big man that is beneficial to the fellow countrymen's association, instead of letting him and Vivienne Mrs. Ann develops feelings. Many people may think that feelings are not controlled by themselves, but the fact is exactly the opposite. It is precisely because human beings can rationally control other emotions that there are so many emotional liars and so many unsatisfactory feelings.

Duffer shouldn't have feelings for Mrs. Vivienne, let alone get Mrs. Vivienne pregnant, the latter point is the worst.

In fact, all of this can be avoided, but under the tacit connivance of both parties, things still happened.

Du Lin waved his hand. To be honest, he is very irritable now, always wanting to break something to vent his... grievance? After finally dragging a group of bastards, fellow countrymen and trading companies to this point,

Everything started to go on the right track, but a small accident is very likely to destroy everything he has now. He is not unfounded. The mayor has too much influence and power in the city. Before the new party came to power, the mayor's old name was "consul". power.

Even today when the new party is in power, the power and power of the "consul" has been weakened to become the "mayor", but it is still not something he, a small businessman, can fight against.

Once the mayor catches up with this line, he will inevitably wonder if someone is manipulating what happened between Dover and Mrs. Vivienne. Even if he doesn't think so, as the "employee" of Dover, he will of course be accommodated in the scope of the attack.

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

But sensibility tells him that if he chooses to run away instead of conquering difficulties in the face of difficulties, he may spend the rest of his life in constant fleeing. The economic empire he dreamed of has no chance of becoming a reality, because he cannot bear such a weight, cannot bear such a responsibility.

Seeing Du Lin walking back and forth with a sad face, Dufo hesitated to speak several times, but this time he finally mustered up his courage and stood up, "Du Lin, I will surrender!" When I cast my eyes on Dufo, I think he is crazy. If he surrenders himself, he will definitely die, and he will definitely die in an ugly way. At this time, Du Lin had already told everyone about everything, and he had no right to hide a disaster of this level from everyone.

Du Lin's footsteps paused, he turned around and raised his hand to slap him, until Dufo raised his whole body upwards, and flew out with his toes on the ground.

"stupid!"

"Damn stupid!"

Du Lin roared, and he walked back and forth at an increasing speed, staring at Dufo.

"I can guarantee that as long as you stand up, it doesn't take three days, the fellowship will be over, I will be over, everyone will be over!" He staggered and fell to the ground on the Buddha's shoulder, "Do you think you are selfless by doing this? Wrong! You are just a small person, a sad little person, and the anger of a big person will not be just because of the life and death of a small person like you. To be appeased, only when more little people pay the price of death can the big people appease their anger!"

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