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

Lin Dawei walked out of the gate of Jinxiu Huating.

He flicked his wrist, and the cigarette butt went out with a hiss in the puddle by the roadside.

This trip was incredibly profitable.

Originally, they just wanted to catch Zhao Daqiang and Zhu Zhu in the act, but Liu Biao and his gang of idiots gave them a huge assist, directly sending Zhao Daqiang to the hospital.

What's even more amazing is that they also stumbled upon the major clue of housing.

If Wang Yan found out about this, wouldn't that red chili pepper explode on the spot?

Lin Dawei opened the door of the light truck and took out his mobile phone.

In the photo album, the picture of Zhao Daqiang embracing Zhu Zhu as they walked out of the community gate is clearly visible.

In the video, Zhao Daqiang is lying on the ground being beaten and howling, while Zhu Zhu sits next to him crying so hard that her makeup is ruined.

Address, phone number, and details of the D&C procedure.

The three things, when put together, were enough to make Wang Yan's mind go completely blank, even without bank statements.

Lin Dawei grinned.

Zhao Daqiang, oh Zhao Daqiang.

You can't just steal food, you have to take so much money out of the house.

Is this like turning on a light in the toilet? Are you asking for trouble?

The light truck started with a roar.

Lin Dawei turned around and drove directly to the freight station.

After half an hour.

In the courtyard of Shunda Freight Station, several trucks were parked haphazardly.

The drivers squatted in twos and threes in the shade, smoking and chatting.

When they saw Lin Dawei's beat-up light truck wobbling into the yard, Old Ma was the first to look up.

"Dawei, you didn't cancel your order today?"

Lin Dawei rolled down the car window and casually replied.

"Let's get down to business."

Old Ma smacked his lips as he looked at his rambling expression.

"So mysterious, what trick are they up to this time?"

Lin Dawei didn't respond, but just smiled at him.

That smile sent a chill down Old Ma's spine.

Old Ma was starting to have doubts.

That old guy has changed. He used to answer any questions I asked.

Lin Dawei parked the car, got out, and walked straight towards the dispatch room.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard Wang Yan's agitated voice coming from inside.

"That damned Zhao Daqiang! He won't answer the phone, won't reply to messages, and the freight station isn't coming!"

"Damn it, do they even want to keep this station afloat?"

Lin Dawei pushed the door open and went in.

A wave of cold air hit me.

Wang Yan sat behind her desk, wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, her chest heaving with anger.

The moment she saw Lin Dawei, her eyes immediately fixed on him.

"So you finally decided to come back?"

Wang Yan slammed her phone on the table.

"What about what I asked you to investigate?"

Lin Dawei didn't even lift his eyelids.

He walked to the water dispenser, took a paper cup, and slowly filled it with water.

Gudong.

Gudong.

Finished the glass of water.

Wang Yan's face turned dark.

"Lin Dawei!"

"I'm talking to you!"

Lin Dawei crushed the paper cup and casually threw it into the trash can.

"What's the rush?"

He looked up, his tone light and casual.

"Mr. Zhao's been beaten to a pulp, and you still have the nerve to yell at me?"

What? Zhao Daqiang got beaten up?

Wang Yan's expression froze for a moment.

She jumped up abruptly, causing the chair to slide back half a meter.

"What did you say?"

Lin Dawei took out his phone, opened the video, and put it directly on the table.

On the screen.

Zhao Daqiang clutched his head and rolled around on the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

Liu Biao and his gang surrounded and kicked her, while Zhu Zhu sat beside them, crying uncontrollably.

Wang Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The first thing she saw was not Zhao Daqiang being beaten.

What attracted her was Zhu Zhu, who was standing next to her.

The young woman huddled next to Zhao Daqiang, her face covered in tears and snot, her hands still tightly gripping Zhao Daqiang's sleeve.

Wang Yan's face turned ashen.

"He took this little vixen to the Splendid Garden?"

Lin Dawei pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

To be precise, it wasn't about taking her.

"She lives there."

Wang Yan suddenly looked up.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Dawei stared at her, spitting out each word clearly.

"Building 3, Unit 2, Apartment 401".

"It's over 2 square meters, and it was just sold two months ago."

"The property certificate only lists Zhu Zhu's name."

boom!

Wang Yan felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

He stood frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.

Wang Yan's lips trembled twice, and she suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.

boom!

Glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

"Zhao Daqiang!"

"You heartless bastard!"

"I've suffered and toiled with you for so many years, and you're using my money to support some vixen?"

She was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she looked like she was about to pounce and bite someone at any moment.

Lin Dawei looked at the completely bristling red chili pepper, but felt no emotion whatsoever.

Go ahead and get angry, the angrier the better.

Wang Yan suddenly turned around and stared intently at Lin Dawei.

"Where's the evidence?"

"You say he bought the house, do you have any proof?"

Lin Dawei opened the screenshot sent by the nurse, revealing only a portion of the key information while pressing his finger down on the rest of the private content.

"This woman's name is Zhu Zhu."

I had surgery at the county hospital last week.

The address is Unit 2, Building 3, Jinxiu Huating, Room 401.

"As for who paid for the house, you can check the bank statements, talk to the real estate agent, or find someone you know at the housing authority. You'll find out the truth in no time."

"A large house of over 140 square meters, with down payment and taxes, would cost at least several hundred thousand yuan."

Lin Dawei leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, took out a Hongtashan cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.

"You know better than I do how much money Zhao Daqiang took from the station."

He exhaled a puff of white smoke and looked at the woman opposite him through the smoke; her face was already breaking down.

"If he can secretly spend so much money to buy a large apartment, can't he do something else? He probably already secretly transferred all the money in this station a long time ago."

Wang Yan gripped the edge of the table tightly, her meticulously manicured nails scraping against the wooden surface with a harsh sound.

"Help me check!"

Wang Yan suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot, as if they were on fire.

"Lin Dawei, you go and investigate! Dig up all his bank card statements and transfer records!"

After listening, Lin Dawei didn't move. He put his legs up on the coffee table and spread his hands.

"Sister Yan, you think too highly of me."

"I'm just an ordinary, low-level employee. I don't even know which way the bank doors face, how could I possibly have the ability to check someone's bank statements?"

Wang Yan was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet, her chest heaving violently.

"Didn't you manage to dig up even the fact that he bought a house for his mistress?!"

Lin Dawei flicked his cigarette ash, letting it fall onto the shards of glass scattered all over the floor.

"It was just a lucky coincidence."

His tone suddenly turned cold, carrying an unyielding and forceful air.

"Let's keep things separate. I've investigated his relationship with his mistress, including his prenatal checkups and abortion. Shouldn't you fulfill the terms we agreed on?"

"You won't go back on your word, will you?"

The control room fell silent instantly, with only the roar of the air conditioner's outdoor unit audible.

Wang Yan stared at Lin Dawei's rugged face.

The image of Zhao Daqiang protecting the little vixen, along with the words "Qing Dynasty surgery," flashed back and forth in her mind.

She suddenly grinned, letting out a few dry laughs that were sharp and maniacal.

"Well done, Zhao Daqiang!"

Wang Yan gritted her teeth, her face twitching.

"You took money from me and spent it on other women, and now you want to have a bastard child?"

Wang Yan suddenly turned around.

Her bright red yoga pants tightened, creating an exaggeratedly voluptuous curve when stretched to a very tight position.

She walked up to Lin Dawei in a few steps in her high heels, looking down at the man.

"Don't try to act all high and mighty with me."

Wang Yan was panting heavily, her eyes filled with a desperate, madness.

"You, Lin Dawei, haven't you always been after me? Didn't you want to sleep with me?"

Lin Dawei, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, remained silent, simply watching her.

"I'll do as you wish today!"