I ran for president with scumbag money

When Hines was invited to Duman's villa, Duman was sitting on the back of a beautiful woman, playing chess with a young man jokingly, and their "chessboard" was the back of a beautiful boy on all fours. There is a whole chessboard tattooed on the smooth and white back, and the chess pieces are placed in the correct positions.

This is the "furniture man" game played a long time ago. Although different people like it in an endless stream, Duman obviously has a lot of experience in it and is very addicted.

A reporter once witnessed him putting a collar on a boy in the backyard of his home, holding it in his hand, and letting him crawl around on the ground

go with.

After this incident was broadcast, it caused a wave of public outrage, but soon Duman's legal team, which was even stronger than Simpson's lawyers

level.

They first accused the reporter of violating other people's privacy and breaking into other people's houses without authorization, and then accused the newspaper of spreading rumors and showing off their right to speak at will, and finally the boy came forward and explained that everything was a "drunk game" ".

In the end, the journalists and newspapers were all fined, and the trend of public opinion turned to accuse contemporary journalists of being good at broadcasting false news, confounding truth and attracting people's attention, while Duman retreated unscathed.

"Long time no see, Hines," Duman said, throwing down the chess piece, stood up with a smile and stretched out his arms to Hines.

He is about 60 years old, his face is full of marks left by the years, but his spirit is not old. He looks much younger than workers of the same age.

When the two embraced, he asked softly: "Is the gadget that someone gave you last time not bad?"

Hines said blankly, "I accidentally broke him."

"It doesn't matter." Duman waved his hand casually, "You can go to the island and pick two more, right, Traver?"

Hines turned his gaze to the young man, and before he could speak, Duman introduced: "This is my son, Traver, you should get to know Mr. Hines, at your age, he has already collected Honorary certificates from various top universities."

Traver stood up and bowed respectfully to Hines.

He is very handsome, which shows that the money Duman spent to adjust the genes of his offspring was not in vain.

He looked very polite, showing two pointed canine teeth when he smiled, but the coldness and unruliness in his eyes was completely contrary to this politeness.

When he stood up, whether it was intentional or unintentional, his foot stepped on the back of the boy who was used as a table. The boy's hand was so numb that he couldn't feel it. After being stepped on, he trembled even more. A chess piece fell from him. back and fell to the ground.

The atmosphere froze.

"Leave it to you." Duman said to his son without looking back.

He put his arms around Hines's shoulders and said enthusiastically: "You should come with me to see the proposal of the "Safe Drug Use Act" they just drafted. This is so interesting. I only dreamed of such a day in my dream .”

"How much did it cost you to do this?" Hines asked.

He's not interested in drugs, but he's always wanted to mess with customs regulations.

"Me? I didn't do it alone!" Duman laughed, and said, "It started with a joint letter from the people in State B, can you believe it? They can't stand the streets full of addicts and people who are always on the move." Drug dealers with guns drawn, 'Okay, legal, you smoke it, you sell it, you better get it all out', they say."

"However, Edson is not very happy," he hesitated for a moment, and said, "That bastard is still the same, telling me that his drugs should be sold abroad, God, I don't know how many times I have to be told by him,' Duman , the behavior of selling drugs into the country is harming the interests of the country, and should be sold abroad, so that they can see how powerful we are. If it weren’t for his prescription and loyalty, I would really suffer.”

"That's why you came to me? Are you going to get rid of him and work with me?" Hines asked sharply.

Duman burst into laughter, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and said: "It's too late, young man, I can't do it anymore. You should talk to Traver about the details. Once the legislation is passed, we will I'm about to abdicate, and enjoy life to the fullest while I'm still alive."

Hines sneered in his heart.

He knew that Duman's abdication was only a stopgap measure, and he could still advise his son for many years, until the other party could leave his support and walk on his own.

"However, if you work for a day, you have to do a day's work." Duman changed his words and said, "Since I haven't abdicated yet, I have to do the work that should be done."

"for example?"

"Like, Hines, besides the natural industry, are you interested in investing in safe drug rooms?"

Hines didn't answer right away. He pondered for a moment and said to Duman, "I heard that many people are going to trouble you with this legislation?"

"It's not worth mentioning." Duman said, but his eyes were full of fierceness. "It's just those people from the Self-Defense Forces. I guess they are going to make trouble again. Not long ago, they almost touched my safe house. Those ghosts Sneaky rats! They don’t do production, don’t make contributions, they have serious red eyes, and they just take advantage of other people’s successful careers to sabotage them.”

When they came to the garden, Duman took out the cigar box and gave it to Hines, saying: "The time I was imprisoned in Yanshan Prison, they carried out seventeen assassinations on me, but their methods were too clumsy. I Really wonder who the hell trained them.

"They're a good pastime for me, and it's like having a herd of saber-toothed cats in the garden with them—but now I've got to get these guys done for Traver. You see, I can play with 'em, my poor My son is a rich second generation with delicate skin and tender meat, and the heaviest thing he has ever held at home is chopsticks."

Hines nodded: "You've already made up your mind."

"Of course, I have money, I have manpower, their every move can no longer bring me any surprises, let them play for me..."

Duman had just spoken halfway, but Hines was already absent-minded.

Because from behind Duman, he saw a stretcher being carried out by two people. The person on the stretcher was covered with a white cloth, and only one hand slipped from the edge of the stretcher. That hand was full of needle holes and had turned black.

But Hines was quite impressed when he met a real person just now, especially in that situation.

It's the boy's hand.

Following Hines' gaze, Duman also turned his head naturally. Seeing that scene, he clicked his tongue, turned his head as usual, and continued his topic: "As I said just now, Traver is too inexperienced. While I still have energy, I have to train him well."

The person who followed was Traver. Seeing his father waving to him, he smiled slightly and walked over.

"Dad, it's been dealt with." He replied confidently, "Our new product is completely fine, and we should thank Edson well."

"Never mind that fool." Duman said, "Leave that kind of frustrated person alone, we are talking about your 'experience': You see, I also started from nothing, and your father didn't give me anything back then. Me, why should I give you everything? You should also try the taste of struggle."

"Yes," Traver said.

"I handed over the people from the Self-Defense Force to you. It is a test for you to deal with them, and I don't think you can't do it. They are too lame." Duman shrugged and said.

Traver's eyes lit up, and he replied happily, "Yes, father."

Hines looked at him, and couldn't help but wonder if this young man knew what he was going to do. There was no trace of guilt in his expression.

Hines is not familiar with Duman, but has only heard of Duman's legendary deeds. If Duman hadn't contacted Kelly this time, he would not have taken this trip easily.

But if Duman's son is like this, it's not hard to imagine why the father would be successful.

"Mr. Hines, do you have anything to ask?" Travo asked as if he could read his mind.

"No, I just think you are a very confident young man." Hines said, "I was a little emotional for a while."

Traver smiled and thanked him.

“I grew up looking up to my dad,” he says proudly, “but we were also like friends, we went to the bar together the night of our Bar Mitzvah. Dad’s luxurious lifestyle has always inspired me to be the same. Maybe not as successful as my father, but at least I can keep this career, which is also my success."

Duman laughed loudly, pointed at him, and said to Hines, "This kid is very lazy. He only thinks about keeping his career and enjoying himself, and he doesn't think about how to develop at all. But that's fine, as long as he can keep it, after three generations, Talent will emerge from our family."

"Mr. Hines," Traver also said with a smile, "I am born with a pair of eyes that can estimate the price. Your custom-made suit costs about 600 million, and the cigars in your hand cost 30 a box. His car is 5000 million, and my family-"

He turned his head and looked at the magnificent castle-like villa behind him. The wind blew his windbreaker, giving this famous painting a sense of reality.

"—worth hundreds of millions."

Traver sighed.

"I like playing horses, hunting, shopping, and making many friends. For me, 1000 million a month is too little. My sisters dream of becoming world famous models and first-class actors, and I have to support them too Do what you like.

"There are countless pairs of eyes staring at this place. In order to maintain the life I have been accustomed to, I must go all out."

He smiled at Hines: "'Do your best' is the Duman family motto."

Hines didn't sit for a long time, and his time was very tight. It was enough for Kelly to take the time to chat.

When he was gone, Doman was still sitting in the garden, smoking a cigar and watching the fallen leaves.

"Father, don't worry," Traver said, "Even if I fail, without Hines' help, I will get what I deserve."

The corner of Duman's mouth twitched into a see-through smile: "I suspected that the relationship between you and Kelly was not innocent at all, and it seems that I guessed right again."

"I am your son. How can you still not understand?" Traver smiled leisurely.

"Yes, your ability is exactly the same as mine." Duman narrowed his eyes, and said with encouragement in approval, "Go all out."

"Go all out," Traver echoed.

Traver knew that he had reached a tacit agreement with his father, and everything he did next would depend on his own ability.

But at the beginning of this, for some reason, a trace of fatigue appeared in his heart.

Maybe because autumn is a lonely season.

"I said to Doman, 'Old man, you've worn me out, how many times do I have to tell you before you know, the drugs I make, never sell to my own people, I'm a businessman with a conscience'! "

"..."

"Then, he said 'yes', you know what? Doman is a nasty guy, he always said 'yes, yes', actually he was laughing in his heart, laughing at us being fooled by him again, he……"

"Oh." Leon sighed.

Thinking of spending so many days with this drug lord who was tied to the lathe, he had the urge to jump out of the RV.

"We should bring Oscar," he said to Binny. "Really, for all this nonsense, that guy would love to teach the bastard how to shut up."

Binny was sitting on the floor, shuffling the cards. Hearing this, he quickly glanced at the drug lord: "What kind of person is he? We don't know yet."

"Edson Gray," said the werewolf, with a quick smile. "He should be happy to introduce himself. His mouth is more annoying than my mother-in-law. In fact, he has never stopped."

It wasn't until they brought Edson out of the prison and met in the RV that Leon discovered that it wasn't just the blood blade, the werewolf was also his acquaintance.

They had crossed paths with him and Oscar at the kennel.

At that time, Oscar swore that this was a group of dangerous guys, but he did not expect it to be a prophecy.

"Do you have a mother-in-law?" Leon asked.

"Of course, I still have a wife. We have been talking about a divorce for three years. I don't know when she will sign the agreement." Speaking of this, the werewolf became sad, and the scars on his face faded away.

"Why do you..."

"My head hurts, don't you take care of it?" Edson complained loudly, "Isn't one of you a psychologist? You should be professionals in dealing with criminals, but it's okay without a psychologist." What professional team? You have no idea what criminals think.

"For example, I'm thinking now, who of you can play me music, how about it? Didn't think of it? What is the favorite thing for a person like me to listen to? Of course it is a happy song, and now I am going to sing it out loud Sand sculpture music to protest your inhumane abuse of me."

After speaking, he bowed his neck and sang.

Leon never expected that what Edson sang was the exclusive BGM he made in the campaign advertisement.

"Who is the next State A representative?..."

"Ahhhh!"

Leon jumped up subconsciously, and was about to rush over to stop him, but was stopped by the werewolf.

The meat grinder closest to Edson also shot at the same time, pinched Edson's cheeks, and squeezed hard, forcing him to open his mouth.

In the next second, the meat grinder reached in with two fingers, and quickly pulled out a shiny silver needle.

"It's a pity, Edson." Seeing this, the werewolf said leisurely, "Your good brother has used this trick on us before, and since he took away one of us in this way, we I have only doubts about your various performances."

"Damn!" Edson panted heavily, and after being let go by the meat grinder, he scolded Leon and the four of them after a round of cards, before making the final conclusion with broken anger:

"This method was given to me by Duman, that trash!"

"I shouldn't trust him," Edson snorted, "I improved the drugs, I taught them how to use them safely, and I even improved the injection method of the drugs, but I didn't make any money at all. Man ate the bonus, he became rich and powerful, and I am lying here, this world is too unfair!"

"Did I misunderstand, or is it that even drug dealers have to think about life now?" The werewolf asked in confusion, digging out his ears.

"I'm sorry, I do always say silly things."

Edson suddenly straightened his upper body, his exquisite facial features flashed before Leon's eyes, and then fell back again.

Leon rubbed his eyes, thinking he was wrong: "How old is he?"

"You can stay young forever with money," Edson exclaimed. "Besides, I'm only twenty-seven, so I'm not old."

The wonderful age of the scumbags?

"You're only 27 years old, why do such a thing?" The werewolf said, shaking his head.

"I'm a businessman," Edson said, "and it's easier to do business if I'm pretty. 'My God, he's so good-looking, I can forgive him if he knows he's a bad guy!'

"Really, I have a lot of fans who wrote to me and said so.

"They treated me like a hero and said, 'Oh, what a wonderful life you have, that's how you live, you ignore the rules, you despise mediocrity, you despise everything in the world, you're so cool, what, it's all about being nice little things.

"There is a fair-haired woman who must marry me, and I tell her we can't, I'm a precarious wanderer, and sooner or later this filthy earth will swallow my soul.

"So she said, 'Don't worry, honey, I'm going to pull you out of this quagmire'—how can she pull me out of this quagmire? Does marrying her mean getting out of the quagmire? But everyone says marriage is about love Tomb, isn’t this going to take me out of the mire and into the grave?”

Leon began to shuffle the cards for the next round, and he was already asking, "Which one of you has smoke?"

"I have it." The werewolf threw him a crushed cigarette case, "No brand, it's better than nothing."

The meat grinder turned on the car stereo, and a singing sounded:

"...Oh, When your heart's son fire,

youmustrealize□□okegetsinyoureyes..."

The werewolf hummed along, probably overpowering Edson's chatter.

"As I said before, I am actually a businessman. I provide people with what they need and desire in exchange for money. I often think that drugs are divided into grades and prices. When new products are released, old products will also be eliminated. , will become a cheap substitute. It fully meets the definition of a commodity: I make something to sell, which fits the definition of a commodity. So I start selling it, and it is a commodity.

"And what about the safe drug room? Duman told me, 'It is a kind of gentleness, a great form of human life above all else, and it is the carrier of the dignity of life'.

"'Think about it,' Duman said, 'how many people just die because they don't know the correct way to take drugs, or blindly increase the dose of drugs, and they lose their precious lives. It's not worth it!'

"'It's better to build a place where these poor people can go, let them use it safely, live, and don't suddenly die'.

"But I think he's a liar! Everyone knows that when people touch poison, they will be happy. Those who want to go to the poisonous mountain probably don't want to live at all. Why should we spend money to do something to kill them?" Unite together?..."

Edson was still talking.

"I already hope to send him to his destination as soon as possible," Leon said everyone's aspirations.

Depressedly, he threw out four "bombs" and continued, "I won't miss him."