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Chapter 111: White Chrysanthemum

It is impossible to determine whether there is a surveillance behind him. Every time Du He appears in public, he adheres to the principle of making a full set of operas. He said that he will go to the stage to watch the performance, so he watched a whole drama on the stage. When he was performing Swan Lake, which is not a lot of legs, he actually slept like thunder at the performance site, which caused the glare of gentlemen and ladies within five meters around him.

Jiang Ling held on his skin that had been applied with three layers of powder, but did not wake Du He up.

She knew that Du He did not want to fall asleep on purpose, so she checked the strategies all night and studied the mechanisms on the box. Du He did consume a lot of energy and needed time to relax.

During this time that I could only wait, Du He arranged for his "driver" Li Ertong to send a telegram across the ocean, while Rilke called the designers of his jewelry store to examine the exquisite and novel decorations one by one.

Not only did gold be used as raw materials, Du He spent a lot of money on these decorations, pearls, diamonds and a small part of enamel decorations, making each of these exotic decorations adorable.

The jewellery master drilled holes in each piece of jewelry from an inconspicuous place, took out some gold, melted it into gold and water, and after several procedures, he finally handed it over to Rilke, who had been waiting in his seat.

"Boss, this batch of decorations is of great quality. In addition to its own design technology, the gold is very purity, which is more than 300 million more molecules than the best we have. If this kind of decoration is done in the future, the boss's decorations will definitely be the top spot in Shanghai and even the entire East China region."

The jewelry master rubbed his hands and said reluctantly.

To be honest, it was because of Rilke's power and unwillingness, because Rilke found a better jewelry master than him. His job was threatened, but he could only wait on the boss's side to deal with it. So the jewelry master changed the original five percent to three percent.

Immediately afterwards, the jewelry master said carefully, "Boss, if I give me a week, I can also make decorations of no less than this purity."

Rilke sniffed, and the red rosacea made a loud sound.

"You have done a good job, don't worry, you will keep your position. This matter must be kept confidential, do you know?"

The jewellery master nodded gratefully and quickly withdrew from Rilke's room.

Rilke threw the gold jewelry onto the table.

The original sampling has been filled back, but after modification, the layman can't see the difference at all, and will not affect sales at all.

If it is normal, these jewelry that represents this considerable amount of money will also arouse Rilke's interest.

But recently, it is different from the past. People who drink porridge only dare to think about when to eat a bowl of dry rice. If they ask him to know that abalone and bird's nest are also the price of a bowl of thin rice, at most a little price. Who would go and see if the dry rice is fragrant?

Rilke put on reading glasses and circled a thick piece of paper with a quill. After careful study, he felt that there was no problem and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

So far, both parties are very satisfied with this transaction.

After returning to the Chinachem Hotel from the Communist stage, Du He never left the box along the way.

When he opened the door and went in, Li Ertong looked out of the bathroom.

Seeing that it was Du and the two of them ran over happily, spreading their hands, two identical gold bracelets flashed with gold yellow light on Li Ertong's palms.

"Brother, sister, guess which one is true?"

Li Ertong looked expectant, Du He and Jiang Ling smiled, observed it, and Du He and Jiang Ling chose one each.

Du He tilted his head and looked at the bracelet in his hand, and praised him generously, "Ertong, if you don't work as a tool master in Liankuiban, you will be able to make a lot of money when you go out to do simulation decoration."

"Is yours fake?"

Jiang Ling tilted his head, and the beautiful woman with white face and blushing lips made this move with a hint of a girlish silly and natural charm.

Du He nodded and shook his head again, "I can't see it, but I know this is fake."

"How could it be?"

"Brother, how do you know?"

Jiang Ling and Li Ertong said in unison.

Du He touched Li Ertong's head, with a hint of cunning in his smile, "I didn't know it before, but now I know it."

"oh……"

Li Ertong patted her head awkwardly and muttered, "It turns out that my brother is cheating me, and I thought I was seen through."

"Then is this real?"

Jiang Ling shook the bracelet on his wrist, imitating Du He, and looked at the light.

"No, both are fake. If you like it, take it with me. No one can tell it is fake." Li Ertong grinned proudly, revealing her white teeth.

Du He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

To be honest, Du He has a wealthy family background and often comes into contact with luxury goods. He just has a 50% chance of gamble. Unexpectedly, Li Ertong, a young man, was playing tricks, and both were fake.

After eating the pastry that Jiang Ling secretly hid in his bag, several people sat quietly for a while.

Jiang Ling suddenly said, "Ertong, Mr. Rilke is really a bad guy? Why do I feel that he is a little more lustful and stingy, but he is just an ordinary old man..."

Jiang Ling's voice was a little small, and she looked like she was not in sufficient energy, for fear that Li Ertong would touch the pain point because of this.

To Jiang Ling's expectations, Li Ertong sighed, supported her head on her knees, looked at her feet and whispered: "I don't know that sister, you think so. I thought so when I met Rilke just now."

"I was just driven out by the boss's wife at that time. I disliked me for eating too much... In fact, it was just because I came and the more obedient child... I wandered on the street for a few days, and after the Buddha's birthday, I couldn't get food... Rilke met me at that time."

Li Ertong's tone was a little disappointed, "He gave me a pack of delicious pastries, and gave me a big ocean, asking me to find a job. The first time I met such a charity, I begged him to give me a job, and then I went to the shipyard."

"Take an opportunity, four oceans a month, sounds a lot?" Li Ertong suddenly raised her head and looked at Jiang Ling faintly.

Jiang Ling'er.

Li Ertong rolled up her sleeves.

"Sister, these injuries were cut by machines. Rilke never told us that shipbuilding would cause injuries and death. Later, everyone accepted it, but it was found that not all workers were like this. Foreigners have armor and would not do very dangerous work. And we, 'It's very cheap, just replace a new batch if you die.' This is Rilke's original words."

At first glance, Li Ertong's arm looked nothing, but when he looked closely, he would reveal that the entire arm was covered with interlaced scars. These scars were not very obvious for some time, only one on his fingers still looked shocking.

"Rilke didn't treat us Chinese as humans at all."

Li Ertong choked and spoke out the tragic reality that she never wanted to face.

Then, under the shadow of night, Li Ertong took the silent Du He and Jiang Ling to Rilke's shipyard.

On the edge of the shipyard, there are many houses built in a hurry. At this time, some houses are shining and some are black, so it is impossible to see if there are anyone.

But without exception, a strip of white cloth is tied to the door of each house.

"These families died in the accident... The lights are on, and there are still people who can get paid for work, and those who are black," Li Ertong wiped her tears. "In addition to those who go to relatives, some sister-in-law really have no choice but to sell their children into the hall."

"Rilke, the profiteer, apart from giving these families the monthly salary, he didn't give them a penny, and he also took back their houses. The money was not enough to buy a thicker coffin."

Under the night, Li Ertong's voice was filled with ice, which made Du He shudder.
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