Plando's eyelids jumped when he heard the word sincerity, and the hot 10,000 yuan was still in the safe behind the kitchen cupboard of one of his remote properties. It's not that he doesn't dare to spend money lavishly, and there aren't many things he doesn't dare to do in this almost semi-open Tenaire City. He just felt that the ten thousand yuan might be returned to Durin at some appropriate time, in some way that he didn't know about.

He had this hunch!

So when he heard Durin say the word sincerity again, it was obviously a little painful. It's the first time I've been so afraid of taking bribes, it's never been before!

"It's not about sincerity!", Plando pushed open the office door, walked in by the handle, and stood by the door, waiting for Durin and Mason to enter, and then slammed the door shut. This is a signal to tell the little secretary at the door that if someone comes to visit, he must inform Plando inside first. There is also a room in the director's office, which is a lounge, and if necessary, people can go in and avoid it.

He walked over to the bar and took out three glasses, and when he was about to pour some wine, he found that it was already empty. Looking at the cup in his hand, he had to walk to the coffee machine and pour three cups of coffee.

Mason stood up and took the coffee handed by Plando, although he was a little cautious, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, this was the coffee that the district police chief personally poured for himself. When he turned his face, he realized that Durin hadn't stood up at all, and Plando took the initiative to pour the coffee in front of him.

The three of them sat down again.

"It's true that there is a director who is retiring, but you should understand that I can't just send a new person who has no foundation at all to the position of director of the sub-bureau according to my own preferences. The police officers may not say anything, I am afraid that their hearts will be shaken, and when the time comes, their hearts will be disturbed, and they will turn their backs on me, which will also be a huge loss for me, so I said that this has nothing to do with money," he took a sip of coffee from his wine glass, and glanced at Mason with an honest face, and he couldn't figure out how these two people could be related, he continued: "But if it's a sheriff, I can guarantee this, there is no problem at all, you can do it anytime, anywhere, and even now." ”

Durin lowered his head, reached out and pinched the rim of the glass, rubbing it carefully, as if he hadn't heard Plando's explanation.

In fact, the chief of the regional police station has quite a lot of power, and the detectives of the police investigation bureau do have the power to question the chief of the local police, but even if the investigation is initiated, it needs to obtain a permit signed by an important person in the state investigation bureau. Even if Plando was so ridiculous as to hold a dog as the head of the sub-bureau, no one would dare to say anything. Obviously, everything he said was meant to excuse the matter.

Mason didn't understand why Durin wasn't satisfied, it was a sheriff! He had made a life plan for himself not so long ago, and his first goal was to become a sergeant within three years. He thought it would take a long time and a lot of money—about fifty dollars—to fulfill his dream. But what is happening now has to make him doubt his own world and himself, they are all brothers in the family, why is the gap between brothers so big?

He wanted to ask Durin to agree immediately, but he glanced at Durin in silence several times, and he didn't say anything. He knew very well that being able to sit in this office could already be said to be due to the power of his younger brother Doolin, and he had no reason to change Dorin's original decision.

Durin was like an old man who loved antiques, and his eyes were full of the glass for a dollar. Plando frowned, and when he was about to say something, Durin looked up.

He smiled with envy, the light in his eyes between the fluttering eyelashes was full of sincerity that made people feel a little bright, and his voice was full of praise and jealousy, "Director Plando, in fact, I envy you, really!"

Plando's heart tightened, but there was no change in his face, he didn't know what this kid wanted to do, but there was a chill along the gap in the butt groove, pumping to the top of his head, making his hair stand on end, and he moved his ass uneasily, "Oh, is it? I'm a small local director with an out-of-shape figure, what can I envy?", he held the thick-bottomed glass on the table in his hand, "It's you, young and promising, worth a lot, and very handsome, I should envy you, right?" , his self-deprecation and the barrage of laughter that followed him were contagious, but unfortunately, they couldn't infect Durin.

"Director Plando, you've won the prize. Durin's politeness, but Plando's even more apprehension, he stared at Dulin with a smile, wanting to see how he made a move, but Durin's next sentence made his face change color.

"I heard that Director Plando has a very happy family, with a beautiful wife, and lovely children, isn't that enough to be envied?"

The next moment, Plando slammed the glass on the ground, the muddy coffee splashed everywhere, he brazenly pulled out the pistol in his hand and pointed it at Durin, "You are spying on me and my family?! I killed you!", the chief who had always been smiling, his face was a little hideous, and his voice was also clear. Although many powerful people have a weak concept of "family", it does not prevent them from maintaining the sense of sanctity and mission of "family".

It may be that the secretary outside the door heard the sound of the glass breaking and wanted to find out, or came in to clean it and knocked on the door, only to get a roar from Plando - "Get out!"

Mason's frightened whole body half stood up, his arms pressed against the back of the couch, his body leaned back extremely much, and he looked at Plando who suddenly went berserk with a shocked expression.

On the contrary, Rosie, who caused this conflict, still looked indifferent, picked up the wine glass for the first time, took a sip of the coffee in it, and commented: "The taste of wheat kernel soup is burnt, I just can't get used to it." He placed the cup back on the table, reorienting it as if it had never been lifted, then leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the muzzle of Plando's gun.

"It's the first time someone has put a gun to my head, you can try to pull the trigger and maybe it'll be over. ”

"But I promise, you're going to have a great trip that you probably couldn't have imagined on your own!"