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

Wang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had seen a sharp blade for a counterattack.

"That's right! He used the business loan to buy that vixen a huge apartment! The money wasn't used for the freight truck fleet at all!"

Wang Yan sat up straight with excitement, her scarlet yoga pants suddenly tightening with the movement, outlining her voluptuous and trembling curves.

Her chest heaved violently as she gripped Lin Dawei's thick forearm with her warm palm.

Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the hard, hot muscle lines beneath the man's skin.

"Dawei, then submit this recording to the county rural commercial bank tomorrow!"

"Or just call the police!"

"As soon as the bank finds out he used the money to buy a house, the loan is illegal! The bank will definitely withdraw the loan immediately and make him return all the money!"

If he can't come up with 500,000 yuan, not only will he lose his house, but he might also be convicted of loan fraud and imprisoned for several years!

"Kill him!"

Wang Yan became more and more excited as she spoke, her cheeks flushing an unusual red, as if she wanted to rush to the police station right now and nail Zhao Daqiang to his death.

however.

Lin Dawei just sneered, letting her grip his arm tightly, and shook his head.

"I'm not going to report him to the police, nor do I intend to hand over this recording to the bank's disciplinary inspection department to report him."

Wang Yan was stunned, and shouted anxiously:

"Why not report him?! This is the best chance to kill him!"

Lin Dawei straightened up, and his broad shoulders instantly brought a strong sense of oppression.

His eyes were deep, and his words carried an irresistible warmth, peeling away the woman's naive fantasies inch by inch.

"Kill him? And then what?"

"Once the bank receives a report with a real name, the first thing it does is freeze all of Shunda Freight Station's corporate and personal accounts and recall the loan in advance."

Lin Dawei stared at Wang Yan, "If Zhao Daqiang can't pay back this 500,000 yuan, those cars in Shunda's yard will be seized and towed away for auction by the court tomorrow morning."

"By then, Shunda will truly be penniless and will immediately go bankrupt."

"You went through all that trouble, even sleeping with me, just to take over a sealed-off, empty courtyard? Or to beg for food under a bridge with him?"

Wang Yan's mouth was open, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton; she couldn't utter a single word.

My body went limp inch by inch without my noticing.

Lin Dawei is absolutely right.

If the bank withdraws its loan, Shunda's cash flow will immediately break down.

Zhao Daqiang is doomed, but Wang Yan will get nothing in return.

"Then... what should we do?"

Wang Yan was completely at a loss; her previous shrewdness and cleverness were nothing but petty cleverness.

"This recording is a double-edged sword."

"It can kill Zhao Daqiang, but more importantly, it is the key to opening another door and allowing us to eat meat."

Lin Dawei pictured a woman in a business suit, Zhou Man, the county rural commercial bank's deputy director of credit, with an arrogant look in her eyes and a self-righteous sense of privilege.

What would it be like if a woman who is aloof to the core had her pretense of dignity torn away?

"This loan illegally flowed into the real estate market, and not only will Zhao Daqiang be in trouble. Every single one of the loan managers who approved the loan and the director who ultimately signed it will be held accountable for the compliance review."

"I might even lose my job."

Lin Dawei's voice was deep and ambitious, with a heart-pounding heat.

"I want to take this recording with me and meet with the deputy director of credit in charge of approving this loan privately."

Wang Yan looked up at Lin Dawei in shock.

She always thought that Lin Dawei was just a capable and hardworking truck driver from the bottom of society, whose back was bent by the weight of life.

It was a tool she used to vent her anger and deal with Zhao Daqiang.

But now, this man's gaze has already passed over Zhao Daqiang, passed over the freight station, and is now fixed on the senior executives of the county rural commercial bank!

Not only did he not want the freight station to die, he also wanted to use this crisis to blackmail the high-ranking bank executives!

"Dawei... what exactly do you want to do?"

Wang Yan swallowed hard, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"It's very simple."

Lin Dawei sat back down on the sofa.

"Since Zhao Daqiang borrowed money from Shunda, we must use that money openly and honestly."

"As long as I can smooth things over with the bank staff, making them afraid to withdraw loans and even continue lending to us in the future, then Shunda will not be a dead end, but a goose that lays golden eggs."

"As for Zhao Daqiang..."

Lin Dawei chuckled and looked at Wang Yan, "Tomorrow at three o'clock, you'll sign the agreement with Star Island Cafe as usual."

"Sign it? But what about the house..."

"Sign the agreement and keep Zhu Zhu calm. The original recordings and bank transfer records in Zhu Zhu's possession are the deadly evidence."

"Once all these things are in our hands, whether Zhao Daqiang lives or dies, whether we let him leave burdened with debt or send him straight to jail, will all depend on a single decision."

Wang Yan was deeply moved, and the despair and fear she had felt earlier vanished.

What it brings back is extreme stimulation and an almost dizzying sense of security.

Her knees buckled on the thick carpet, her waist arching obediently in a seductive curve, like a water snake that had finally found its master.

Swaying closer and closer, inch by inch.

She tilted her flushed face up, then buried her burning cheeks deep in her eyes.

He greedily inhaled a deep breath of the rugged air.

"Dawei, I'll do whatever you say. From now on, I, Wang Yan, and the entire Shunda Freight Station belong to you."

Lin Dawei lifted her chin and looked into her watery eyes.

"Eat it."

"Also, roll up your yoga pants."

Lin Dawei enjoyed the smoothness of the yoga pants while indulging in his oral pleasure.

In dire straits, he rose up and fought back, turning adversity into opportunity.

……

【Ding! 】

[One-star objective: Wang Yan; Phase 2 mission progress update: 3/10.]

A crisp system notification sounded in Lin Dawei's mind.

But he didn't even lift his eyelids at that moment, only casually stroking the woman's long hair.

The yoga pants for achieving a one-star goal have completely lost their challenging and exciting appeal for him now.

His gaze had already locked onto that lofty four-star target.

Zhou Man.

……

When I got home in the evening, I changed into green sweatpants and continued to work out my muscles.

The next morning, at ten o'clock.

Lobby of the head office of the county rural commercial bank.

Zhou Man wore a perfectly tailored dark gray business suit, which perfectly concealed her stunning figure.

The white silk shirt was slightly taut because of her full chest, and with her restless breathing, the fabric rubbed against her skin, making a soft rustling sound.

She was wearing high-heeled leather shoes and carrying a stack of documents as she walked out of the credit department corridor.

I'm feeling extremely irritable today.

Because the provincial branch is about to conduct a quarterly compliance inspection.

In recent years, in order to meet performance targets, some of the business loan procedures issued by the county have been questionable, and she is currently overwhelmed by these cumbersome ledgers.

As soon as I entered the lobby, the lobby manager hurried over.

"Director Zhou, there's a gentleman over there looking for you. He says he's your client and has an important business deal to discuss."

Zhou Man frowned slightly and said coldly, "I'm very busy today. Does he have an appointment?"

"No... but he said if you refuse, I should give you this note."

Zhou Man took the note; she wanted to see what kind of trick they were playing.

"I have irrefutable evidence regarding the actual flow of funds from the 500,000 yuan operating loan to Shunda Freight Station."

Zhou Man's heart skipped a beat, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Shunda Freight Station?

Zhao Daqiang's 500,000 yuan mortgage loan was just disbursed last month after the process was completed.

That order was indeed made somewhat hastily, and in order to help the county meet its small and micro enterprise loan targets, some review processes were streamlined.

She suddenly looked up and followed the direction the lobby manager was pointing.

A burly man sat on a leather sofa in the VIP reception area.

He was wearing a clean black shirt today, the shirt bulging slightly from his strong muscles, and he was casually toying with a disposable lighter in his hand.

His face, weathered yet resolute, held a hint of a half-smile.

His gaze was intensely aggressive, as if he were sizing up prey waiting to be sold, his eyes sliding from her neckline down to her long legs encased in trousers.

It was Old Deng, the same guy she had identified as a dangerous member of the lower class at the gym.

Zhou Man's eyes instantly turned icy, and she gripped the folder tightly with both hands, trying her best to maintain her aloof and dignified demeanor.

However, the heart-pounding feeling of being locked on by a ferocious beast made her breath catch in her throat.

Before she could even process what was happening, her long, slender legs, tightly encased in her suit trousers, had already uncontrollably moved towards the dangerous-looking man.