In the career, there are many relationships that cannot be shaken off, and forced decoupling can only hurt oneself, such as the teacher.

In this world, although the relationship between teacher and disciple is not as serious as in the dream world, in this world, the relationship between master and disciple is also a measure of whether a person's morality can satisfy people's pursuit of morality that they do not have. There is also a relationship, which is the political guide.

In the past, during the feudal imperial period when the old party was rampant, this kind of system or phenomenon of guiding people has existed for a long time. A certain nobleman introduced such and such a nobleman to a certain political interest group, and the former was able to obtain sufficient political benefits from it, regardless of the latter's future achievements. Now that the old and new parties are standing side by side, this phenomenon has not disappeared with the rise and innovation of the new party, but has become the most important link in political exchanges.

If Dühring was not mistaken, Heideler wanted to be his guide, introducing him to a politician and thus getting in touch with him.

Within the Guartes, there are extremists who have been trying to make former traitors pay for their actions. Many of the traitors are actually dead of old age, but their successors have become new targets for them. Even Heidler has received death threats on more than one occasion, claiming that he will be put to trial.

Once this "guide" relationship between Heideler and Dühring is attached, Dühring must stand up for Heidler's interests when he is threatened, unless he does not want to go further politically.

In fact, it's funny to say, this group of thick-skinned guys who can spit on themselves after what they said before can abandon everything for the sake of profit, but they desperately hope to be able to get the loyalty of others, perhaps it is because they lack something, so they cherish and desire what they don't have.

This was not the outcome that Dühring wanted, he did not want Heidler's friendship, and it was impossible for him to want Heideler to be his guide. In the back of his mind, Dührin had a dangerous idea, and he planned to send Heidler to trial with his own hands if necessary, in exchange for more Gualts supporting him. So, it is even more unlikely that he will agree.

The long silence made Heideler frown slightly, he wasn't sure if he wasn't articulate enough, if the boy in front of him hadn't understood what he was going to say, or if he was pretending to be stupid and dodging the question in this way. But either way, it was not to his liking, the former showed that Dühring was clever but lacked the necessary political literacy, while the latter was ......

That would be terrible!

"This is an invitation to a charity gala the night after tomorrow, and I hope you will be able to attend. You should also be in front of people and show yourself. Heideler did not give up, and he gave an invitation to Doolin. The charity gala was an interesting event in which a group of wealthy businessmen and politicians sat together and shed tears of grief for those at the bottom of the society who were exploited by them and could not survive. They donate money to these poor people, and then they change hands and exploit them again, and they can also exchange it for good fame and political value, which is really good at playing.

The seat of this invitation was next to Heideler, and as long as Duhrin showed up for the appointment, no matter how he explained it in the future, he would not be able to explain his relationship with Heideler. Because they are all Guerts, because the invitation is from Heidler, because they sit together.

Knowing that he had rejected Heidler twice, and that if he refused, he might cause some problems, so he thought for a moment and put the invitation in his pocket.

Heidler let out a sigh, took a sip from his teaglass, raised his eyes and said, "I know you're busy right now, thank you for being here today." ”

Durin stood up at the right time, bowed a little, and left.

Although Heideler is a relatively weak member of the Chamber of Commerce, he is still more than enough compared to Duhring, so he does not plan to have too fierce conflicts with Heideler before his current strength is not enough.

Looking at Dühring's calm back, Heidler sat in his chair and fell into deep thought.

When Durin got out of the house, Ramas and the car were already waiting for him, and he walked to the car and did not immediately get into the car, but looked down at his shoes. It was a pair of leather shoes that were not very expensive, and he preferred to wear them to leather boots. His shoes were clean, at least for now, but he looked at them for a long time before he said a word.

"My shoes are dirty!"

A touch of blood suddenly appeared on Lamas's clean face, he clenched his teeth, took out a white handkerchief from his chest pocket for decoration, pinched the corner and shook it away, and was about to squat down to polish Doolin's shoes, but Doolin stopped him.

He was high and down, slightly bent over, the whole sky and the sun became his background, he raised his hand and pressed it on Llamas's shoulder, smiled and shook his head, "It won't end so simply!", after speaking, he stepped into the car and voluntarily closed the door, leaving Llamas alone outside the car.

The things that Ramas confessed when he first came here were unpleasant, but not unbearable. He is well aware that big people have the preferences of big people, he is just a small person, and there is no other choice but to comply. But it was Ramas's subsequent action of wiping the seat with a handkerchief and discarding it was what really angered him. The front can be seen as a warning from the big man to the little man, although he is angry, but his strength is indeed inferior to others, and he must admit it.

But the actions that followed were an insult to his personality and dignity, something he could not forgive, so he would remember it in his heart and remember it for the rest of his life.

As Doolin said, this matter can't be over so simply, if squatting down to polish the other party's shoes once can make people forget all the hatred, then what do you need the police to do, what do you need judges and lawyers to do?

Meanwhile, in a mansion only two blocks away from Dorin, Lady Vivien covered her cheeks in disbelief and looked at her husband, who had never been angry, with surprised eyes.

"Slut!", the mayor lost his usual composure, like a wounded bull, and kicked Lady Vivien in the stomach. His eyes were bloodshot and he was panting, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up high, revealing his hairy forearms.