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

Lin Dawei stepped out of the small villa, and a night breeze blew in his face, carrying the coolness of early autumn.

The light truck made a low thud and disappeared into the night.

It's 1:30 a.m.

Lin Dawei pushed open his peeling security door and casually tossed his sweat-soaked black short-sleeved shirt onto the sofa.

Returning home late at night after all that fuss at the small villa, at 46 years old, his bones would normally be aching from exhaustion.

But his mind is unusually clear right now.

Zhao Pengfei's vicious threats repeatedly stimulated his nerves and stirred up the ruthlessness in his heart.

Lin Dawei walked to the bedside, pulled out the bright green gym shorts, and quickly put them on.

"call……"

He lay down in the middle of the narrow living room, hands on the ground, and began a standard wide-grip push-up.

One group, two groups... fifty.

The special effects of the nightclub gigolo's shorts were immediately activated, and the muscle-tearing sensation, ten times stronger, surged through his body like an electric current.

His pectoral muscles and triceps brachii quickly became engorged with blood, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor, leaving rings of water stains.

not enough.

That's far from enough!

He must exhaust all his physical potential and hone this trump card to its fullest potential.

Half an hour later.

Extreme physical exhaustion results in an intense hunger that almost melts your stomach.

Lin Dawei rushed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found half a poached chicken, several large pieces of braised pork bones, and cooked beef.

Even heating it up is too much trouble.

He leaned against the stove, breaking apart the cold, hard chicken carcass with both hands, tearing at the meat with a somewhat rough manner.

Clean carbohydrates and high-intensity protein flood the stomach and quickly become fuel to sustain the body.

After a hearty meal, I slept soundly without any dreams.

It's 6:30 in the morning.

The breakfast stalls along the river were steaming hot.

Lin Dawei, wearing Duck King sports pants, had just finished a 10-kilometer morning run and was now sitting in front of a greasy folding table with three baskets of meat buns and two large bowls of spicy soup in front of him.

Buzz—Buzz—

The phone on the corner of the table vibrated like a motor.

The words "Zhou Man" were displayed on the screen.

This is the eighth call since last night.

Lin Dawei took a big bite of the juicy meat bun, swallowed it slowly, and then used his thumb to press the answer button.

"Lin Dawei, what exactly do you want?"

As soon as the call connected, Zhou Man's voice, suppressing her anger, came through, though it was weaker than yesterday.

Lin Dawei didn't reply. He picked up the hot soup and took a sip, letting the steam travel down his throat into his stomach.

After a brief silence, Zhou Man suddenly softened her tone, as if she had finally suppressed her emotions.

"I can bring you what you want."

She paused for a moment, her voice conveying a deliberate attempt to maintain calm.

"Let's meet at 9 o'clock at the Leisure Time Cafe in the city center. We'll talk in person."

Lin Dawei's eyes flickered slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

"Can."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

A booth in the corner of the second floor of the Slow Moment Cafe.

Zhou Man wore a perfectly tailored beige women's suit today, with exquisite makeup and even her hair was neatly styled.

However, even with thick concealer foundation, the dark circles under her eyes still couldn't be completely covered.

She placed her hands on the table with her fingers crossed, and in front of her was a bank's "Letter of Intent for Extension of Comprehensive Corporate Credit Line".

Seeing Lin Dawei pull out the chair opposite her and sit down, Zhou Man slightly raised her chin.

"Lin Dawei, your appetite is too big."

Her voice regained its aloof, elite tone.

"But the provincial branch's surprise inspection was so intense that I had to give up."

"I brought this letter of intent with the official seal of the Rural Commercial Bank. Once you sign it, you must completely destroy the recording of Zhao Daqiang's business loan in front of me."

Zhou Man pushed the documents forward and casually handed over a Parker pen with a gold trim.

Lin Dawei glanced down at the document.

The densely packed terms and conditions essentially promise not to withdraw loans from Shunda Freight Station.

He didn't say anything, picked up the pen, uncapped it, and the nib was about to fall into the blank space in the lower right corner.

Snapped.

A slender hand with nude nail polish slammed onto the document and pulled it back forcefully.

Lin Dawei raised his eyelids.

"Director Zhou, what does this mean?" He squinted.

"Ha, Lin Dawei."

"You're not really so naive as to think that a measly recording can make someone like me bow and scrape to you for the rest of my life, are you?"

Zhou Man leaned back on the sofa chair, crossing her arms.

Those beautiful eyes were filled with condescending mockery.

"The incident of the Shunda Freight Station being sealed off with fire safety tape yesterday afternoon caused quite a stir. I used my connections in the bank's security department to do a quick check and found out everything."

Zhou Man tore the document in half without hesitation in front of Lin Dawei and threw it into the trash can.

"I heard that Young Master Zhao made a harsh statement. He said that at noon today at Limei Gym, if you obediently go and kowtow like a dog, your whole family will suffer."

As Zhou Man spoke, she became increasingly smug, her face flushing slightly with excitement, completely shattering her previous docile facade.

"I'm sitting here today having coffee with you and showing you this letter of intent, not to compromise with you."

Instead, they came to see for themselves how an old man on the verge of death was still indulging in his pipe dream of transcending social classes!

"Wait until Zhao Shao cripples you and you're driven out of the county like a stray dog."

Zhou Man picked up the black coffee in front of her and took an elegant sip.

The thrill of crushing those at the bottom in terms of intelligence and information disparity greatly satisfied her proud heart.

"In this county town, if you offend him, your freight station will go out of business, your trucks won't be able to get on the road, and you won't even have anywhere to beg for food!"

"So you're really not afraid that I'll release the evidence right now?" Lin Dawei retorted.

Zhou Man stretched out a finger and tapped the table hard.

"The recording you have could really give me a serious warning, or even deduct all my performance bonuses for three years."

She gritted her teeth.

"But rather than be sucked dry by trash like you who's about to go under, I'd rather risk punishment! I'll sit here and watch how you die today!"

The atmosphere in the booth suddenly froze.

Lin Dawei fiddled with the expensive Parker pen in his hand.

He didn't slam his fist on the table and fly into a rage as Zhou Man had expected; he didn't even blink.

He slowly and deliberately capped the pen, making a crisp click.

"Director Zhou played that move very well."

Lin Dawei leaned back, his thick arm resting on the sofa armrest, his gaze deep and unreadable.

"A business loan of 500,000 yuan illegally flowing into the real estate market—you can certainly use connections to downplay the issue. But what if… it's a case of organized financial fraud?"

Zhou Man's contemptuous smile froze instantly.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Lin Dawei leisurely took out his phone, opened a high-definition photo, and pushed the screen directly under Zhou Man's eyes.

That was a close-up of a portion of a loan agreement.

"Zhang Dahai, the owner of Fatty's Stir-Fry."

Lin Dawei's voice was very low.

"Last month, he was tricked into spending over 100,000 yuan of his hard-earned money to open a fictitious French dessert shop franchise."

Lin Dawei tapped his finger twice on the screen, precisely placing it on the signature field for approvers.

"He didn't have enough funds, so the woman who tricked him taught him how to get an 80,000 yuan unsecured business loan. And it just so happened that it was through your rural commercial bank."

Zhou Man's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her hands gripped the edges of her suit trousers uncontrollably.

"That franchise company is a complete sham. They use inferior raw materials from a frozen food warehouse in the suburbs of the provincial capital to cheat people out of money. I've figured it out."

Lin Dawei leaned down slightly, his massive body casting a shadow that completely enveloped Zhou Man.

"How do these loan sharking and franchise scams, which specifically target low-level merchants in county towns, cash out without senior bank executives giving them preferential treatment and without even verifying risk control materials?"

"Director Zhou, what role did you play in this gray industry chain? What percentage of the profits did you receive as kickbacks?"

With each sentence Lin Dawei spoke, Zhou Man's face grew paler.

Until the very last trace of blood was no longer visible.

"If Shunda gets that 500,000, it's just your dereliction of duty."

Lin Dawei snatched his phone back, his gaze sharp.

"The case involving Zhang Dahai's 80,000 yuan is linked to the franchise fraud gang behind it. Once it's exposed to the provincial bank's inspection team, it will be handed over to the Economic Crime Investigation Team."

"This is not just a matter of deducting performance bonuses, Director Zhou."

"This means he'll go to jail, to work on a sewing machine!"

clack.

Zhou Man's legs, which had been elegantly crossed just moments before, suddenly trembled violently, and her knees slammed heavily against the bottom of the table.

Her forced composure crumbled instantly, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

His eyes were filled with terror, and his chest heaved uncontrollably.