Wood has seen balloons and heard people say that when a person is about to die, it is like a balloon with a hole, and the air will leak out soon. He felt that this metaphor was not quite right. To put it more vividly, a person was like a bag full of wheat kernels. If he was fatally injured, it was like tearing a small hole in the bag. Wheat kernel will continue to spill out of the bag, very slow and deadly.

    His hands had trembled a little. It was like losing the bag filled with wheat kernel. It was shriveled and no longer full. He put one hand on his stomach, and a gurgling heat stream gushed in his palm. He opened his hand and looked at it. It was dazzling red. He stumbled a step or two and hugged the street lamp post in front of him. The bright red palm print left twisted and ferocious marks on the gray lamp post.

    "Oh, my God, what''s the matter with you?", a woman in a blue dress and a bright yellow sun visor stood in front of wood not far away, covering her mouth. She screamed, "come on, someone is hurt here!". Soon, many people in all shapes and colors came around, including beggars and naked tramps on the side of the road, There are also successful people in suits.

    Their eyes were either curious, satisfied or surprised, but no one stood up and told wood what to do or help the poor guy.

    The more blood flows, the more weak the body is. The weak legs keep pedaling on the ground to keep their last dignity, but the muscles have been disobedient in the case of serious blood loss. He slipped down holding the column and collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed out of his mouth. His body twitched slightly. A burst of startling voices broke out in the surrounding crowd, and the tight formation became a little scattered.

    The speed of convulsions is more and more frequent, and the interval between exclamations is more and more short. That is a series of complex changes fed back by the body''s refinement signal after central processing, but the stomach was stabbed and the muscle tissue on the cut surface of the wound was broken. All the feedback is just useless.

    He felt cold, his sight became a little blurred and yellow, just like when children were just born, red fruit came to the world, cold and helpless.

    A teenager stood in the crowd and looked at wood''s body, which had stopped pulling out, and lowered the brim of his hat. With those onlookers who had no excitement to see, they merged into the pulse of the city and disappeared.

    When wood died, the onlookers gave a sigh that seemed to be mixed with satisfaction, and then quickly dispersed, leaving only a tycoon who died on the street.

    When the news of wood''s death spread throughout the city.

    When gordol was forced to jump from a building and had to choose death to keep a secret.

    Another man''s name began to circulate in the upper class society with the departure of the two great men. His name was Turin.

    Everything will have a clear goal. Maybe this goal is confusing, but the executor will never make a mistake. Therefore, some characters never waste time observing and examining the artificial illusion, but cross this layer of false cover and look at the real key - the beneficiary.

    As mentioned in the above sentence, any planned behavior, of course, also includes some unconscious behavior, which is beneficial to the individual in terms of his own demands. Wood is dead and gordol is dead, so who has the absolute advantage in these two things? Are you gordol''s men? Is it wood''s man? Or a tycoon or a boss?

    None of them!

    The beneficiary''s name is Dolin, a name that was very common a month ago, but has been remembered a month later, Dolin.

    He stepped on wood''s body and climbed to the top of his life, which he did in less than a month. In this month, he has done many things that people can do in less than half of their life. But now he still lacks a key identity, a key key, otherwise it is difficult for him to integrate into the higher class society - position.

    His position is not his profession, not his attitude, but his political position.

    New party?

    Or the old party?

    Everyone was watching him, waiting for him to make the final decision.

    "We are businessmen!", when Du Lin knocked the table with his knuckles and returned to the newly decorated corner store again, everyone was very excited, including members of the hometown Association and members of the trading company renamed "Oriental Star".

    Since durin went to a slum, there has been a legend among the guards that may be a joke to outsiders. This legend first spread among the elderly old women of gualt, and finally spread gradually, and gradually was accepted by people.

    "The resurrection of King oderaro" is the core content of this legend. With sufficient life experience and experience, the old women made up a story of King oderaro''s resurrection and continued fighting. In the story, King odello returned from the world of the dead, tore up the decadent curtain and created a new world. All guaertes live happily in this world.

    This story is a metaphor for Dooling, at least Dooling thinks so, especially when he first heard the story. But he laughed it off, at least it wouldn''t damage his reputation and position among the guards, would it?

    Driven by the legend, many people think it is a good way to work with Turin. If Turin didn''t ask not to absorb too many guards as much as possible, I''m afraid there would be no more people in the house at this time.

    The faces of these young people are full of excitement and pilgrimage like expressions. Wood is dead, gordol is dead, and the threats that can threaten Turin have been eliminated. Nothing can stop Turin''s rise. They are proud, excited and full of vitality as one of them.

    "I must reiterate that we are businessmen, not gangsters, not thugs. We are law-abiding citizens and legal citizens of Yaoxing empire!" after walking back and forth for a few steps, Dooling spoke again, "Our happiness should not be based on people''s fear. Fear will only bring resistance and destruction, but respect can make us eternal. My father, an old-fashioned guy, told me that he had a trick on how to make himself respected by others, and today I want to share this trick with you."

    "That''s......" he dragged a long tone and attracted everyone''s attention. Then he smiled and said, "you must have money!"