"Talk?", seeing Durin come out, Graff, who was leaning against the doorpost, immediately straightened up, took a cigarette from his bosom, handed it to Durin, and lit it for him with a lighter.

Durin took a puff of cigarette and shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said confidently: "No, but they will agree!"

It is not surprising that there is such speculation, and through some brief descriptions by Hunn, Durin already has a preliminary understanding of the good Samaritan named Maurice. That is a guy who does not know how to lend usury, but has to lend usury, or that the people who lend usury in this society have not yet been blacked to the point of incurability. Morris is a gang member and has some thugs of his own, and this kind of person is like the people in the gang who are called "water throats" in dreams.

Their task is to provide enough money for the gang to grow, and it is possible that the business is Morris's own. But no matter what, he would never dare not pay back the money that Huon owed, otherwise he would have stepped up when Morris had taken his cattle before.

He was so afraid of Morris that he would not dare to prosecute even if his interests were violated. Such a person may say some cruel words and some decisive thoughts under great pressure, but that is just their wishful thinking, and if this kind of person uses the words in the dream, it is cowardice.

Du Lin didn't dare to say that he was their only savior, 1,800 yuan was indeed still a gap from 2,200 yuan, but this gap could give them enough hope. If they make honest money, it may take two years to make up 400 yuan, and the family of three needs a decent job. But if you don't make money honestly and go a little way, you may not be able to make up the 400 yuan in a short time.

Huon was now faced with a choice, either to sell the ranch to Durin and find a way to make up for the four hundred, or to hold the ranch and die with the family, and then Durin would buy the ranch from Morris at a relatively cheap price. Why ask who Huon owes money to? Isn't it just to find a new owner of the ranch to buy it when the family is gone?

And Du Lin believes that even if he offers a price of 1,600 yuan, Morris will not refuse, because Morris is a "low-interest loan", not a foundation, and does not play any risk-averse investment. What he needs is money, cash, and Xingyuan that can be used immediately for trading!

It didn't take long for the door of the house to open from the inside, and Huon walked out with a haggard face, he looked at Durin with a complicated expression, and sighed, "You won sir, 1,800 yuan, sold to you, when can we get the money?"

Durin took off the cigarette he was holding in his mouth, fell to the ground, stepped on it, crushed it, stretched out his hand and said, "Happy cooperation, tomorrow you will come to the city with the certificate, and when the formalities are completed, you can get your money." Now, I won't disturb your rest, and I will take my leave!"

Durin nodded and left with a smile on his face, the premium of three hundred yuan in exchange for the advantage of time, this is quite a good deal. As for how the Hunn family will make up the remaining four hundred yuan after selling the house tomorrow, it has nothing to do with Durin.

When he returned to the city, the three suppliers told him that their first batch of 10,000 bottles of wine would be shipped here in a week, hoping that he would be ready to receive them.

Early the next morning, Huon found Durin, who had just woken up not long after he woke up, with the proof of his farm land, and the two went to the "land use office" in Turner City to register the transfer of land assets. The formalities were not complicated, and the two parties signed a contract of sale and transfer, in which Huen transferred the farm he owned to Duhrin in a lump sum for 1,800 yuan, and signed and fingerprinted. When one person has one copy of the document and the land use office files a copy, the land is Doolin's. Durin gave Hunn 1,800 dollars in person, and asked Hune to sign a receipt.

Watching Huon leave the office hall quickly, Durin hooked his fingers, and immediately a young man wearing a shirt and suspenders and a checkered cap ran over. This young man has very white skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is quite handsome, his name is Du Fo, a very exciting young man, and he is also one of the members of the fellow townspeople's association.

He lowered his head and stood behind Durin on the right side, "President?"

Du Lin raised his chin, "Take a few people to keep an eye on him and see where he goes." If he goes to the man named Morris, you come back, and if he goes straight out of the city, arrest him and send him to Morris and tell Morris that he has money on him. ”

The purpose of this was to prevent Huon from running away after getting the money, and he could have imagined that when Morris found out that his two thousand two hundred dollars were missing, in anger and despair, he would definitely settle the account on Durin. Although there was a neat formwork to prove that he had paid for the ranch from Hunn, Morris certainly did not mind knocking a fortune on Durin to make up for his losses in order to settle the score and recover the losses.

Durin is not afraid of getting into trouble, but that doesn't mean he's willing to take the initiative to get into trouble, so it's better to keep an eye on it.

Dufo went out and whistled, and immediately four or five young men about his age and dressed in similar clothes approached. From time to time, passers-by gave them disgusted looks, and if it weren't for the dagger in their pockets that occasionally poked their heads out as they walked, everyone would have been reprimanded. These young people looked excited, as if they were doing something great.

They followed Hunn, all the way to him, and watched him as he reached 7th Avenue and to the deli to which he had turned.

"Dover, is our mission just to keep an eye on him?", one of the friends asked.

Dufo was a relatively well-known teenager among his fellow villagers' associations, and he once went to prison, a juvenile prison, for a year for assault. He used a pair of scissors to stab a drunk who tried to assault his sister thirty-times, nearly stabbing the drunk to death. If it weren't for the fact that there was a reason for the incident, and Mr. Heidler sent a lawyer to help Dufo, I am afraid that he might not have been able to come out in eleven years, let alone a year.

The drunk was resuscitated, but died a few days later due to organ failure.

Therefore, Dufo is very prestigious among these friends, and everyone looks to him as the horse's head.

He nodded at this time, "The president ordered, let me keep an eye on him, if he comes to see Morris, we will go back, if he goes directly out of the city, we will arrest him." ”

As he spoke, he saw that Huon had already walked out of the delicatessen, and it took less than five minutes to go back and forth, which was a bit fast. Dover immediately straightened up, tilted his head and said to the friends around him: "It's not right, you keep an eye on him, I'll go see if Maurice is there." The friends didn't know if there was any way to prove that Morris was not there, but they had an inexplicable trust in Dover, and immediately patted their chests and packed the ticket, and they must keep an eye on Hunn.

After arranging it, I saw Du Buddha walk a few steps along the sidewalk, open the mailbox in front of a house on the side of the road, then took out an envelope and ran towards the delicatessen.

Running to the delicatessen, Dufo looked at the layout of the room, there was a door behind a row of counters selling bacon and ham, and this was the only door in the whole room, he lowered some peaked caps and walked inside.

At this time, someone stopped him, "Boy, don't mess around!"

Dufo raised the envelope in his hand, "Someone asked me to come here to deliver a letter to a gentleman named Morris. ”

The deli clerk who stopped him was about to reach out to grab it, but Dover ducked back, dodging his hand, "That's not good, sir, the gentleman who asked me to deliver the letter said that it must be handed over to Mr. Morris, and will give me ten dollars!"

If Du Buddha only said the first half of the sentence, then the clerk would definitely say that I will pass it on. But when he said that he still had ten dollars to pay, the clerk withdrew his hand and moved out of the way, "Enter the door and turn left in the last room, don't steal, don't run around!"

Dover smiled, nodded and walked inside, "I'm not a thief!"

After entering the door, he looked left and right, on the right was the cold storage, and on the left was a corridor about ten meters long, with a door on each side of the corridor and a door at the end of the corridor. He trotted all the way to the innermost part on the left, knocked on the innermost door, and heard a "Come in" from inside. He pushed open the door and poked out a head, the room was small, with a large table, a set of shabby sofas, and a coffee table.

There were a lot of change and coins on the coffee table, and three guys who didn't look like a good thing were counting the money. Behind the large table sat a guy in a white suit and pink shirt, with oily hair and pink face, with his feet crossed on the table.

He raised his eyes to look at Du Buddha and raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

Dover raised the envelope in his hand and shook it, "Someone asked me to come here to deliver a letter to a gentleman named Morris, is Mr. Morris there?"

The oily-haired guy withdrew his feet, looked at Dufo with some confusion, and identified himself, "I'm Morris, who asked you to send it?"

Dover placed the envelope on the table, "I don't know, sir, he said you would give me ten cents." ”

Morris paused for a moment, then took two coins from the table and threw them at Dover, who took the coins and smiled and said, "Sir, you are so generous," and turned to leave the room.

Morris looked at the slowly closing door with some confusion, and then turned his attention to the envelope. The envelope was placed in reverse, and the sender and receiver could not be seen, so he didn't care, and directly cut the envelope with a paper cutter, took out the letter paper and looked at it.

The more he looked at it, the more strange his face became, and finally he couldn't help but smash the letter paper in his hand, "Bastard, you actually tricked me, go and catch that kid just now!"