Cosma Empire

"Of course, it's my honor!" When Du Lin needed help the most and was still thinking about how to deepen his ties with the trade union, a check of 3,000 yuan solved all his troubles.

Money is indeed omnipotent, anytime, anywhere!

Olevin is very happy, this is good news for him and Tenell's union. Relying on the membership dues of members can barely support the operation of the trade union, and often a lawsuit will consume one-sixth or even one-fourth of the annual membership dues. Therefore, from the labor union general meeting in the capital to the local labor union branches, they are trying their best to get more benefits. They are indeed safeguarding the interests of workers, and at the same time creating their own value and benefits.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of smart people in this world. More than ten years ago, someone proposed a plan to increase the income of trade unions at the General Assembly, and it was passed after several twists and turns. For the first time in this plan, it is proposed that the labor union should not only protect the interests and legal rights of the workers, but also provide a certain degree of service for the "capitalists" when necessary. In terms of its essence, it is actually not complicated. For any businessman, "skilled workers" are always the workers they most desire, because skilled workers can create more profits in a shorter period of time.

It just so happens that the labor union has a wealth of information and resources in this regard. As long as the capitalists pay some service remuneration and fill in some information, the labor union will assign skilled workers to join the new job.

This plan was not passed during the first discussion and deliberation. Some people thought it was a betrayal of the interests of the working class, but after the second and third discussions and deliberations, it was still passed. This plan is indeed a good solution to the embarrassing situation of the trade union's low income, and it also deepens the substantive work content with the workers' union.

Although this plan solves the funding problem of the labor union, no one thinks that having more money is a bad thing. When Du Lin took out the check, Olevin had already made such a decision. Since Du Lin might need to use the workers' union, why not just pull him in directly.

It's bullshit to have a meeting the day after tomorrow, he made it up on the spur of the moment!

And the real purpose of talking with Du Lin this time is also to come for alms.

Du Lin has become a well-deserved main supporting role in this charity dinner. It is not difficult to understand such an expression, because tomorrow's newspaper will not have any news about Du Lin. Du Lin is a word, so he is just a supporting role, a main supporting role.

If so much money can be used to please those in power, why can't a small part of it be donated to unions?

Olevan came here with such an idea, and successfully completed his purpose.

After talking for a while, the two

The bishop of Tenell came over in solemn attire. The black priest's robe and the white and silver-edged waistcoat made the bishop, who was already in his forties, look a few years younger. Olevin nodded and turned to leave, leaving enough personal space for the bishop and Durin.

In fact, this is the practice of charity evenings. Once there is a particularly "generous" bidder, the heads of these organizations or church clergy will take turns to cheer at the subsequent dinner. But you definitely won't get anything if you come here, but you might get some benefits if you come here, right?

"Thank you for your support of Tenell City's charity!" The bishop did not speak fast, and his voice was very mellow. What he said was pleasant to the ears. He smiled and pressed his hand on the back of Du Lin's. "May the eyes of God be on you forever!"

Du Lin also replied very cleverly, "God bless the world!"

The bishop's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Du Lin for three to five seconds before asking in a slightly raised tone, "Are you also a child of God?"

Du Lin took out a check from his pocket and stuffed it into the bishop's hand, "It's not, but I hope it is!"

Except for a part of the money earned recently that was deposited in the bank, the rest of the money was squandered tonight. A total of more than 20,000 yuan has become someone else's pocket. This way of squandering the money inappropriately made Du Lin feel distressed, but also felt a little bit of happiness. The money is gone, but the value they generate is far higher than the value of currency, and what the money brings will become a defense system, firmly protecting Durin in the middle.

When he left the Tenell Grand Theater, Du Lin's cheeks were throbbing, and his face was almost stiff after laughing all night. He patted his cheeks, exhaled a foul breath, walked out from the main entrance of the Grand Theater, and walked towards his car. Just when he was standing by the car door and took out the key to open the car door, he saw a group of people appearing behind him through the reflection of the window glass.

If it was four months ago, he might have looked back to see who was standing behind him and asked them what they wanted from him. But after experiencing the lessons of fighting and death, Du Lin already possessed a certain social quality. He didn't turn around or look back, and just ran away. In fact, there was a pistol in the storage compartment in the car, but he didn't bring it with him because the charity dinner was relatively high-end and someone did a special security check.

He had time to open the car door and get in, pull out the pistol, put the safety on and shoot calmly. But he didn't dare to bet, didn't dare to bet whether he could really complete all the steps so smoothly, so he still decided to leave first.

Mad Dog Wesen, who had been waiting all night, almost beat up the informer until he saw the target of this mission, Du Lin, in his boredom, and everyone "woke up".

Four months ago, Weisen had his nose broken by Du Lin. Isn't it normal to have a broken nose? Compared with the more serious consequences, a broken nose is like going to the toilet to find that there is only half a piece of paper. This situation may be worse, but it is better than not having half a piece of paper.

However, because of this, Wei Sen was laughed at by his companions and other big bosses in the gang for a long time. Wei Sen always said that when and for what reason, he defeated dozens of hundreds of thousands of enemies by himself. At the beginning, everyone really believed it, but it became more and more outrageous as it went on, and it changed from belief to doubt. This time it was even more outrageous. The four of them had their noses broken by a little guy and let the guy run away. Wesen, who often brags, became the protagonist in the joke.

Even this morning, someone asked him about how many tens of thousands of people he defeated by himself last night.

The culprit of all this was that kid, so when the car wash worker told him that he saw the kid, he immediately led the gang members who had a good relationship with him to surround Du Lin. Gritting his teeth and waving the stick in his hand, he chased after him, ignoring the fact that Du Lin came out of the grand theater. At this time, only revenge was on his mind.

Du Lin, who was running wildly in front, wanted to thank Mr. Kesma at this time, because the heavy labor he was often assigned gave him a good body, at least he didn't have to worry about being caught up by the people behind him in a short time .

During the day, the city is full of the rule of law, but under the cover of night, it is a paradise for crime.

Along the way, Du Lin also encountered two groups of patrolmen, but from the dodging eyes of the other party and the figure of turning back, Du Lin knew that it was meaningless to ask for help. While running, he took off the expensive windbreaker, the expensive suit, the buttons on the shirt, and even the expensive leather shoes. Mad Dog Wesson and his group were chasing at a slower and slower speed, but Du Lin still maintained his original speed.

If it weren't for the urgent desire to vent his anger, Mad Dog Wesson might have stopped, but now, he is still chasing him until he reaches the corner of a street.

Turning the corner of the street, the screeching whistling sound like a broken bellows being pulled came from Wesson's wide-open mouth. He leaned on the wall and looked at the empty street with a vein in his forehead. After chasing for so long, he lost it again, which made him angry. He waved a stick casually and smashed the glass in the security window on the side of the road. The moment he turned around, Du Lin appeared in his sight again.

"You... still dare to come out?" Mad Dog Weisen took two deep breaths, suppressed his rising and falling chest, waved his stick at Du Lin, and roared, "Kill him!"

He felt that it was very imposing to say such words, and the dozen or so companions around him were hot all over after running so far, feeling bored and restless, and immediately rushed towards Du Lin waving the weapons in his hand. But soon they discovered that there were two people beside Du Lin.

Mad Dog Weisen walked forward while leaning on the wall, with a ferocious expression on his face, and said out of breath, "Don't think that you can do anything by calling two people, I have to say that you killed your friend!"

In addition to those left behind, there are about thirteen, four or five vicious gang members here. It is not a problem at all to defeat the three young people. The kind of thing that is against the crowd has only happened to him, and according to the legend, he I firmly believe that even if there are a few more people from the other party, they are all looking for death.

Du Lin stood where he was and didn't make any movements. Facing the gangsters rushing over, he showed a contemptuous smile instead. The more he laughed, the more intense the anger in his heart became. Graff, who had already left, should feel the most. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Wesen behind him, "Leave that one, and we'll take care of the rest."

The next moment, the two people standing beside Du Lin walked from the darkness to the streetlight. They wore peaked caps with the brims pushed down so low that shadows hid their faces. The large windbreaker on his body fluttered in the wind of the street in the middle of the night. They took out their pistols from their pockets, and raised their muzzles high under each other's terrified gazes.