Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

Wang Yan's fingers gripped the eagle's body firmly through the old, faded fabric of her work pants.

Her eyes revealed a fierce and ruthless edge honed through hardship and struggle.

The two were very close together.

The scent of Wang Yan's perfume mixed with the unique fragrance of a mature woman wafted straight into Lin Dawei's nose.

"Lin Dawei, I knew you were up to no good a long time ago."

She raised her chin slightly, her striking face full of mockery, her fingers even carrying a defiant air as she measured and brought them together.

"If you want me to accompany you, you'd better see what you're really capable of."

Her gaze swept down without any attempt to look away, before fixing on Lin Dawei's eyes.

This statement is a double entendre.

It was both a question of whether Lin Dawei could find Zhao Daqiang's weakness and a mockery of how much skill he still had at his age.

"Give me solid evidence."

Wang Yan's lips, painted with bright red lipstick, parted slightly, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"As long as you can solidify the evidence against that adulterous couple and skin Zhao Daqiang alive, I'll give you my time, no doubt."

"Ten times is fine."

If it were the old Lin Dawei, with the landlady holding his life in such a tight grip, he would probably have been filled with shame and indignation, bowing his back and begging for mercy.

But now, his rebellious spirit has been completely eradicated by the system.

With his vital points seized, Lin Dawei not only didn't dodge, but instead leaned forward half an inch.

He raised his thick arm and wrapped it around Wang Yan's voluptuous waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

Wang Yan was completely taken aback by his aggression. She gasped in surprise as her voluptuous body crashed directly into Lin Dawei's hard chest.

"no problem."

Lin Dawei looked down at her, his voice steady and powerful.

"However, this deal is too risky; we need to collect some interest first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Dawei placed his large hand directly on Wang Yan's waist and hips.

Following the dark purple yoga pants, he unceremoniously rubbed the taut fabric hard.

That amazing fleshy feel and elasticity instantly spread throughout my body from my palm.

This rubbing motion was extremely powerful.

Wang Yan's body went limp from his rubbing, and a tingling sensation suddenly spread through her groin.

What horrified her even more was the feel of the fabric in her hand.

The previously dormant "capital" was instantly ignited like a powder keg by Lin Dawei's counterattack.

The eagle grew larger at an incredible speed, becoming as hard as iron, as it longed to spread its wings and soar through the sky.

This is definitely not the kind of skill a 46-year-old truck driver with years of wear and tear should have!

Wang Yan's eyelids twitched suddenly.

She released her grip as if she had been electrocuted, staggering back two steps.

The high heels made a screeching sound on the floor tiles.

She reached out and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

Her chest heaved violently, and her yoga pants were crumpled into messy wrinkles.

Wang Yan tried her best to maintain the aura of a business owner, but she couldn't suppress the blush on her face.

"Get back to work!"

She pointed to the door, her voice a little weak, completely lacking the arrogant and domineering air she had just displayed.

Lin Dawei wasn't in a hurry.

He slowly adjusted his belt, and chuckled as he looked at Wang Yan's fierce but cowardly appearance.

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

"Stop!" Wang Yan suddenly called out to him from behind.

She pulled two transparent plastic bags from a cardboard box under the desk and threw them forcefully at the person.

pat.

Two brand-new sets of work clothes from Shunda Freight Station fell at Lin Dawei's feet.

"Throw that tattered outfit you're wearing away, it stinks like sour grass."

Lin Dawei smiled, bent down to pick up his clothes, opened the door and went out.

My schedule is packed this afternoon.

Lin Dawei drove his old light truck back and forth between several factory areas in the county.

But he seemed not to feel tired at all.

He was enjoying his body, free from illness.

I was busy until evening.

As darkness fell, the streetlights came on one by one.

Lin Dawei parked his car at the station and, feeling hungry, strolled over to a stir-fry restaurant.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a deafening roar from the kitchen's range hood.

Zhang Dahai's chubby figure twisted rapidly in front of the stove.

The flames in the pot leaped half a meter high, illuminating his oily face.

"Old Lin, you're here!"

When Zhang Xiaopang saw Lin Dawei, he hastily wiped his sweat with the towel around his neck and grinned broadly.

"The same old three dishes?"

Lin Dawei found a clean table and sat down.

"Yes, two more bottles of ice-cold beer, please."

Soon after, the fried pancakes and cold dishes were served.

Zhang Dahai was clearly in a great mood today. For the first time ever, he grabbed a glass and sat down opposite Lin Dawei, pouring him a drink as well.

"What's going on? Did something good happen?"

Lin Dawei picked up a piece of cucumber with his chopsticks.

Zhang Dahai moved closer, his chubby face unable to hide his excitement.

"Old Lin, I've found a shop. It's on that commercial street next to No. 1 Middle School, a superb location!"

"My girlfriend accompanied me to see this place today, and she has impeccable taste. If they open a French bakery there, the wealthy ladies picking up their kids and the petit-bourgeois women will be lining up at the door every day."

Lin Dawei stopped in his tracks as he picked up his wine glass.

He looked at Zhang Dahai's foolish expression, as if he wanted to give his heart to someone else, and sighed inwardly.

"Have you paid the deposit?"

"I've paid!"

Zhang Dahai downed half a glass of beer in one go.

"I withdrew all my fixed-term savings from the past few years, raised 150,000 yuan, and transferred it directly to the franchise company. My partner said that once the restaurant is sold at the end of this month and the final payment is made, we can start renovations."

He took out his phone and proudly showed Lin Dawei a photo.

"Look, she even had someone draw up the interior design renderings for the store. Isn't that tasteful?"

The photo shows a dessert shop decorated in an extremely trendy, Instagrammable style.

Large areas of cream color, arches, green plants, and two rattan chairs that look very expensive.

Lin Dawei pushed the phone back.

"Ocean, listen to your brother."

Lin Dawei lit a cigarette and looked at him with a deep gaze.

"These days, doing business isn't that easy."

"Giving over 100,000 yuan to a divorced woman you've only recently met to do some kind of franchise is too risky."

"Have you investigated the background of that franchise company?"

"Was the money deposited into a public account or a private account?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dahai's smile froze instantly.

He waved his hand dismissively.

"Old Lin, you're just being a sour grapes, that's too conservative."

"They've seen the world in big southern cities, they wear and use only the best brands, would they care about my little bit of money?"

Zhang Dahai put his phone back in his pocket, his tone carrying a hint of protectiveness.

"Besides, she accompanies me to the venues every day and even makes me soup at night. What could a woman who understands life and has a sense of style possibly want from me? She just values ​​my honesty and integrity and wants to settle down and live a stable life with me."

Lin Dawei exhaled a smoke ring.

Looking at the fat man in front of him, who was completely infatuated with the "petit bourgeois" women of the county town, he knew that there was no use in trying to persuade him.

You can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

Those women from small towns who wear designer clothes and drink afternoon tea are best at making empty promises to honest men, leaving them with nothing but scraps in the end.

"Alright, I wish you good fortune."

Lin Dawei didn't say anything more, finished the fried pancake in a few bites, paid the bill and left.

Back in the dilapidated apartment complex I was renting, the motion-activated lights in the hallway were still working intermittently.

Lin Dawei took out his keys and opened the door.

The room was unbearably hot and stuffy, so he took off his clothes and went straight into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

The flowing water washed away his fatigue and made his mind clearer.

After drying himself off, Lin Dawei lay down on the creaking old sofa in the living room, wearing only a pair of shorts.

The fan was whirring nearby.

He picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and found his daughter Lin Xiaoyu's profile picture.

[Xiaoyu, are you getting used to school? Is military training tiring?]

After waiting a few minutes, I received a voice message from the other end.

Lin Dawei opened it and held it to his ear.

"Dad, I'm fine, and my roommates are all easy to get along with. You don't need to worry about me. But you, stop being so frugal and eat more meat."

Hearing his daughter's obedient and sensible voice, a gentle smile appeared on Lin Dawei's lips.

This is his only weakness in this world.

He had to climb higher so that his daughter wouldn't be looked down upon by anyone and so that she wouldn't have to be as humble as he was.

Lin Dawei had just typed a few words to reply.

bang bang...

The security door was tapped very lightly a few times.

Lin Dawei paused, then turned to look at the doorway.

"Brother Lin, are you home?"

A soft, delicate voice drifted in through the iron gate, carrying a hint of cautious probing.

It's Tang Xiu from next door.