"Jon?", Prondo looked at the only name on the expensive letter paper in confusion, and looked up at the mayor's housekeeper with no clue. Waking up from a sweet sleep early in the morning is not something that makes people feel happy. More importantly, today is still a day off. If the knocker was not too big, Prondo would have wanted to take revenge on this damn harasser.

A layer of gold edges is wrapped around the brown paper with wood grain. It is stamped with gold foil. The paper exudes a faint fragrance. The two words Jon are written in a bit artistic and beautiful. The cost of this letter paper itself is extremely high, but it is only used to write a person's name, which all demonstrates the dignity of the owner.

"Sorry, who is this Jon?"

Facing Plando's doubts, Mr. Butler was also very patient. He explained: "Jon is a young man who often goes to the Derell Art Museum. He is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is very white and handsome, with a strong body. His hair is a little silvery and very easy to identify." As he said this, Mr. Butler mentioned the corner of his mouth, "Mayor's meaning is to check this person named Jon, find out his real name, and without disturbing him, check if someone is instructing him behind him. If there is, check this person clearly. If there is no, arrest Jon first."

"Then, my message has ended, I'll leave first!" Mr. Butler held his hat and bowed to salute, put on his hat and pushed the door away. Looking at Mr. Butler's back as he left, Plando frowned.

He was very impatient. Logically speaking, even if the councillors are not of the same level, they should not be much different from those of the mayors. But the problem is that for the mayor and for the councillors, the councillors are like their servants, and it is enough to give orders when they want to use them.

If you do it well, there may not be any reward. After all, in the eyes of those big shots, it is the right thing to do well. As the chief of the police station, in addition to maintaining public order, isn’t the main job to solve the trouble for these leaders? Such things are not encountered once or twice. Not long ago, Mrs. Vivian asked him to arrest people, and it was the mayor’s turn first.

Although he was impatient, Prondo had no other choice except for execution. He changed into a police uniform that he would only wear tomorrow, put on a hat, patted his cheek and made him look more energetic, took a deep breath, and rushed out of the house.

After a while, almost everyone learned a piece of news that Plando was looking for a young man named Jon. If someone could provide him with information, he would be protected and protected by Plando and would also get a lot of money. For a time, all forces of all sizes were moved and began to search for this guy named Jon everywhere.

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

"I'm sorry!" Dufo lowered his head with some guilt. He needed to apologize to Du Lin because he messed up the matter. Du Lin's request was to pass on some information to Mrs. Vivian through him, thereby affecting Mrs. Vivian's judgment ability, and lay a pawn next to the big man that is beneficial to the hometown association, rather than letting him have feelings for Mrs. Vivian. Many people may think that the thing of love is not controlled by themselves, but the fact is on the contrary. It is precisely because humans can rationally control other emotions that there are so many emotional scammers and so many unsatisfactory ones.

Dufo should not have feelings for Mrs. Vivian, nor should he let Mrs. Vivian be pregnant. The latter point is the most deadly thing.

In fact, all this can be avoided, but with the tacit connivance between the two sides, things still happened.

Du Lin waved his hand. To be honest, he was very irritable now and always wanted to break something to vent his heart...wrenching? After finally pulling a group of bastards, fellow townspeople and trading companies to this point, everything began to get on track. A small accident is very likely to destroy everything he has now. He is not worried about it. The mayor's influence and power in the city was too great. Before the new party came to power, the mayor's former name was "consul". The president always grasped the power of all big and small things in the city.

Even today when the new party was in power, the power and power of the "consul" were weakened to be the "mayor", but it was still not something that he, a small businessman, could fight against.

Once the mayor chases this line, it is inevitable that he will not guess what happened between Dufo and Mrs. Vivian, and whether someone is manipulating it. Even if he doesn't think so, as Dufo's "owner", he will naturally be accommodated in the range of attacks.

Reason told Du Lin that the best way now is to clean up your belongings and take everyone away. No matter how far you go, you can't stay within the sphere of influence of the old party.

But his sentiment told him that if he chose to escape rather than conquer difficulties, he might have spent the rest of his life in constant escape. The economic empire he dreamed of could not become a reality because he could not bear such weight or such responsibility.

Looking at Du Lin walking around with a sad face, Du Lin wanted to speak but stopped several times. This time, he finally plucked up the courage and stood up, "Du Lin, I'll surrender!" The companions around him immediately turned their eyes to Du Lin, thinking he was crazy. If he surrendered himself, he would definitely die, and it would definitely be ugly. At this time, Du Lin had told everyone everything that he had no right to conceal this level of disaster, and he would hide it from everyone.

Du Lin paused, turned around and raised his hand and slapped him, and pulled Dufo upwards, and pulled his toes away.

"stupid!"

"So stupid!"

Dulin roared, he walked back and forth, his speed getting faster and faster, staring at Dufo with his eyes tightly.

"I can guarantee that as long as you stand up, it doesn't take three days for the fellow countrymen to be finished, and I will be finished, and everyone will be finished!" He pointed at Dufo, walked over and kicked Dufo on the shoulder with no regrets, and staggered him and sat on the ground, "Do you think you are selfless in doing this? Wrong! You are just a little person, a sad little person, the anger of a big person will not be calmed because of your life and death. Only more little people can use death as a price to calm their anger!"
Chapter completed!