"Of course, it's my pleasure!", when Durin needed help the most and was still thinking about how to deepen his ties with the union, a check for three thousand yuan solved all his problems.

Money is a thing that can do anything, anytime, on any occasion!

Olevin was very happy, and it was good news for him and for Turner's union. Relying on the small amount of membership dues is barely enough to support the operation of the union, often a lawsuit can cost one-sixth or even a quarter of a year's dues. Therefore, from the general workers' union federation in the capital to the local workers' union branches, they are trying their best to strive for more profits. They are indeed defending 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, and more than 10 years ago, someone proposed a plan at the general association to increase the income of the trade union, and after several twists and turns, it was approved. For the first time, the plan proposes that the workers' unions should not only safeguard the interests and legitimate rights and interests of the workers, but also that the workers' unions should also provide a certain degree of service to the "capitalists" when necessary. The substance of this is not complicated, and for any businessman, the "journeyman" will always be the worker they desire the most, because the journeyman can create more profit in a shorter time.

It just so happens that the workers' unions have a wealth of information and resources in this area, and as soon as the capitalists fill in some information after paying some for their services, the workers' unions will assign skilled workers to join the new work.

The proposal was not adopted during the first discussion and deliberation, and some people thought it was a betrayal of the interests of the working class, but after the second and third deliberations, it was adopted. This plan has indeed solved the embarrassing situation of low income of the trade unions, and has also deepened the substantive work content of the workers' unions.

Although this solution solves the problem of workers' union funding, no one thinks that more money is a bad thing. When Durin took out the check, Olevin had already made the decision, since Durin might have a place where he needed to use the workers' union, so why not just pull him in.

Any meeting the day after tomorrow is bullshit, this is all made up by him temporarily!

And the real purpose of this conversation with Duhrin is also to make a fate.

It is not difficult to understand that Durin has become the main supporting character of this charity dinner, because tomorrow's newspaper will not have any news of Durin, but only the benevolent donations of the councillors and mayors, and there will not be a single mention of Durin at all, all of which is just a supporting role, a major supporting role.

If you can come up with so much money to curry favor with those in power, why not be able to donate a small amount of money to the unions?

Olevin came here with this in mind, and he successfully accomplished his purpose.

After the two had spoken for a short while, the bishop of Turnaire City came over dressed in solemn attire. The black robe and white silver-rimmed shoulders made the bishop, who was already in his forties, look a few years younger. Olevin nodded in acknowledgment and turned to leave, leaving enough room for the Bishop and Durin to be private.

In fact, this is the practice of charity galas, and once there is a particularly "generous" bidder, the heads of these groups or the clergy of the church will take turns to come and play the autumn breeze at the subsequent dinner. But you can't get anything, but if you come here, you might be able to reap some benefits, right?

"Thank you for your support of charity in Turnaire!", the bishop did not speak quickly, his voice was very mellow, and his words were pleasant to listen to, he smiled and pressed his hand on the back of Durin's hand, "May God's eyes always be on you!"

Du Lin also replied with a divine stick, "God bless the world!"

The bishop's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Durin for three or five seconds before he asked, "Are you also a citizen of God?"

Durin pulled a check out of his pocket and slipped it into the bishop's hand, "Not really, but I hope it is!"

All but some of the money I've earned recently has been squandered in the bank. There are more than 20,000 in total, all of which have become other people's pockets, and this way of squandering money without money makes Du Lin feel distressed at the same time, but also feels a trace of happiness. The money is gone, but the value they produce is far higher than the value of their money, and what they bring becomes a defensive system, keeping Doolin firmly in the middle.

When he left the Turnier Theatre, Durin's cheeks were throbbing, and his face stiffened after laughing all night. He patted his cheek, exhaled a cloudy breath, stepped out of the main entrance of the Grand Theater, and walked towards his car. Just as he was standing on the edge of the car door, taking out the keys and about to open the door, he saw a group of people appear behind him faintly through the reflection of the car window.

If it had been four months ago, he might have looked back at who was standing behind him and asked them what they were looking for him. But after experiencing the lessons of battle and death, Dulin already has a certain social quality, he did not turn around, did not look back, and ran away. In fact, there was a pistol in the storage compartment in the car, but it was only because the charity dinner in the evening was of a relatively high grade and someone did a special security check, so he didn't bring it with him.

He had time to open the car door and get inside, then pull out his pistol and push the safety before calmly shooting. But he didn't dare to bet on whether he would really be able to complete all the steps so smoothly, so he decided to leave first.

Visen, the mad dog, who had been waiting all night, barely beat up the informer, until he saw Durin, the target of the mission, in his boredom, and everyone "woke up".

Four months ago, Vieson had his nose broken by Doolin, isn't it normal to have his nose broken? Compared to the more serious consequences, a broken nose is like going to the toilet and excreting and finding only half a piece of paper, which may be worse, but it's better than not even half a piece of paper.

However, because of this, Visen was laughed at by his companions and other bosses in the gang for a long time, and Visen always said that he had defeated dozens, hundreds, and thousands of enemies by himself for what time and for any reason. At first, everyone really believed it, but the more they went to the back, the more outrageous it became, and it turned from believing to questioning. This time it was even more outrageous, four people were together with a little guy who broke their noses and let the man run away, and Wissen, who often bragged, became the protagonist of the joke.

Even this morning, someone asked him, asking him that last night another person had defeated tens of thousands of people.

The culprit of all this is that kid, so when the car washer told him that he saw that kid, he immediately led the people in the gang who had a good relationship with him to come and besiege Durin. He gritted his teeth and waved the club in his hand to chase after him, ignoring the fact that Durin had come out of the Grand Theater, and all he had on his mind was revenge.

The only thing that Durin, who was running wildly in front of, wanted to thank at this time was Mr. Kersma, because the heavy labor he was often assigned had given him a good body, at least without worrying about being caught up by those behind in a short time.

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

Along the way, Durin also encountered two groups of patrol officers, but from the opponent's evasive gaze and the figure of turning and retreating, Durin knew that it was pointless to ask for help. As he ran, he took off his expensive trench coat, his expensive suit, the buttons on his shirt, and even his expensive leather shoes. The mad dog Visen's group chased slower and slower, and Durin maintained his initial speed.

If it weren't for the desperate need for a bad breath, the mad dog Visson might have stopped, but for now, he was still chasing until he reached the corner of a street.

Turning the corner, a whistling sound like a shrill sound when the bellows was pulled came from Visen's gaping mouth, and he leaned against the wall and looked at the hollow street, his head bruised. After chasing for so long, he actually lost it again, which made him angry. Wielding a stick at random, he smashed the glass in the roadside security window, and the next moment he turned around, Durin reappeared in his sight.

"You...... Do you dare to come out?", the mad dog Visen took two deep breaths, suppressed his rising and falling chest, brandished his stick and pointed at Durin, and roared, "Kill him!"

He felt that it was very imposing to shout out such words, and the dozen or so companions around him were also hot and dry after running so far, and his heart was troubled and restless, and he immediately waved the weapon in his hand and rushed towards Durin. But they soon discovered that there were two more people by Dorin's side.

Visen, the mad dog, walked forward while leaning against the wall, his face was hideous, and he said breathlessly: "Don't think that you can do anything by calling two people, I have to say that you hurt your friend!"

In addition to those who have fallen behind, there are about thirteen, fourteen or five vicious gang members here, and it is not a problem to defeat three young men at all, the kind of thing that has only happened to him with one enemy, and according to legend, he firmly believes that even if there are a few more people on the other side, they will all come to seek death.

Durin stood still and didn't move, smiling contemptuously in the face of the swarm of gangsters. The more he laughed, the more angry he became, something that Graff should feel most about now gone. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Visen, who was behind him, "Leave that one, and the rest will be taken care of." ”

The next moment, the two people standing beside Durin walked out of the darkness and under the street lamp. They wore peaked caps with low brims and shadows obscuring their faces. His oversized trench coat hunted in the late-night street wind. They pulled their pistols out of their bosoms and, under the horrified gaze of the other, raised their muzzles.