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

Slow Moment Cafe.

The atmosphere was tense in the corner booth on the second floor.

Zhou Man was wearing a perfectly tailored beige suit.

The white shirt underneath was soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his back.

Lin Dawei looked down at her.

He put his phone back in his pocket.

He did nothing.

But that crudeness and aggression shattered the class barriers that Zhou Man was so proud of.

"Director Zhou, do you still think this was all just a pipe dream?"

Lin Dawei leaned forward, closing the distance between them.

A masculine scent mixed with the smell of sweat wafted towards Zhou Man without any hesitation.

Zhou Man shrank back in fear.

Her back was pressed firmly against the sofa back, with nowhere left to retreat.

Her bright red lips trembled violently, and dry syllables squeezed out of her throat.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin..."

The way they address each other has changed.

The last syllable of his voice held an uncontrollable plea and fear.

Lin Dawei held up one finger.

He tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

"You are responsible for making that 500,000 loan a legal and compliant extension."

"If Shunda needs to expand its operations in the future, you must give me the green light for the loan quota you have."

Zhou Man bit her lip tightly, her lip line turning slightly white.

Tears could no longer be held back and rolled down her face.

She was naturally beautiful, with a sharp, unapproachable air about her.

In the office, just raising an eyelid is enough to make a client smile.

At this moment, she appeared exceptionally pitiful.

The beige suit accentuated her slender waist, and her legs were pressed tightly together under the pencil skirt, her knees trembling slightly from the effort.

Her pride and composure were shattered, leaving her only disheveled and vulnerable.

"The provincial bank's surprise inspection is coming up soon... I'm really having a hard time making a decision..."

The voice was no longer condescending; instead, it trembled and pleaded.

Her eyes, usually so scrutinizing and arrogant, were now brimming with tears.

Lin Dawei interrupted her directly.

That's your problem.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Man's chin.

This forced her to look up and face herself directly.

The immense force caused Zhou Man to let out a soft, painful cry.

Her delicate brows furrowed, and the humiliation and panic in her eyes were almost overflowing.

She instinctively tried to turn her head away.

But that rough, powerful hand remained motionless, giving her no chance to break free.

"If the case isn't settled, Zhang Dahai's 80,000 yuan loan fraud case will be promptly placed on the Economic Crime Investigation Team's desk."

"You can choose between these two paths."

Lin Dawei released his grip, said no more nonsense, and strode away from the booth.

Zhou Man was left slumped on the sofa, her chest heaving violently.

……

It was exactly 12 noon.

Limei Gym, VIP strength training area on the second floor.

The equipment area, which is usually packed with people, has now been cleared out.

Four burly bodyguards in black suits stood expressionless at either end of the corridor.

Liu Biao, whose ribs were broken yesterday, also came.

He sat in a wheelchair, his body wrapped in thick bandages, watching over her.

He spoke with a lisp, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared at the front door, waiting to see what would happen.

Zhao Pengfei sat on the bench press in the very center of the room.

He was wearing a white cotton T-shirt today, with eye-catching luxury accessories on his chest.

He fiddled with the pure gold lighter in his hand, making a series of crisp clicks.

Sun Qian stood about three meters to his left.

The yoga pants accentuated her curves, and a deep scar on her chest made her appear incredibly helpless in this oppressive atmosphere.

Zhao Pengfei stopped fiddling with the lighter and turned to look at Sun Qian.

"Coach Sun."

Zhao Pengfei raised his eyebrows, his tone casual.

"My sister didn't schedule any classes with you today, did she?"

Sun Qian twisted her fingers and shook her head with some fear.

"Sister Lan didn't say she was coming today."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Pengfei laughed, his expression becoming even more smug.

"It's good that she didn't come; it saves her from seeing me and nagging me again."

He pointed to the floor and gestured with his chin towards Sun Qian.

"Keep your eyes wide open and watch the show carefully."

Outside the glass doors of the VIP area, Zhou Man was secretly hiding in the crowd.

Wearing sunglasses and harboring complicated thoughts, she hid in the shadows around the corner.

She was truly unwilling to accept it.

Would that rude man who trampled her into the mud really fawn over those in power?

crunch.

The heavy glass door to the VIP area was pushed open.

Lin Dawei, dressed in a plain black short-sleeved shirt and work pants, strode in.

All eyes were on him.

Liu Biao was so excited in his wheelchair that he almost stood up.

"You timed it pretty well."

Zhao Pengfei looked up at Lin Dawei, who was standing two meters in front of him.

He grinned, his eyes full of mockery and arrogance.

"As long as you know the rules, that's good."

Zhao Pengfei pointed to the open space in front of his toes.

"Kneel down."

Sun Qian turned her head away and closed her eyes.

Although she had no affection for Lin Dawei, she couldn't bear to see a man with spirit who had helped her have his backbone shattered.

Zhou Man, standing outside the door, gripped the strap of her handbag tightly, her eyes unblinking.

however.

There was no fierce struggle as expected.

There was no bluster or threats.

Since Lin Dawei has decided to accept the loss and protect his daughter, he will definitely not hesitate.

At this age, life has worn down the concept of "face" to nothing.

thump!

Lin Dawei bent his knees and knelt firmly on the wooden floor.

A muffled thud.

He knelt upright, his back still as broad as a mountain, his eyes calm.

"You want my dignity? I'll give it to you."

Lin Dawei's voice was hoarse and rough, and he pronounced each word very heavily.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Zhao, it was my fault before. If you're angry, take it out on me alone!"

"Please leave the people around me alone and stop causing them trouble."

Zhao Pengfei burst into hearty laughter.

"Go ahead and yell at me? Who do you think you are!"

"Hurry up, kowtow harder!"

Lin Dawei remained silent, his rough hands resting on the floor.

He leaned forward, about to kowtow heavily.

Just as his forehead was about to touch the ground.

boom!

The two bodyguards in black suits standing by the door instinctively reached out their arms to stop them.

With their hands only halfway out, the two of them saw the face that had walked in through the door.

The two burly men jerked their hands back as if they had been branded with hot irons, quickly brought their feet together, and bent their waists at a ninety-degree angle.

A pair of white professional multi-sport shoes stepped onto the wooden floor.

Zhao Qinglan was wearing dark blue jeans and an open gray athletic jacket.

He was casually carrying a black, semi-cylindrical gym bag.

She didn't even glance at the two bodyguards who were bending over, and strode into the room.

The VIP area, where you could still hear some noise, suddenly became completely silent, as if the air had been sucked out in an instant.

The remaining bodyguards, who had been standing ramrod straight, all instinctively put their hands behind their backs and lowered their heads when they met her gaze.

Just a second ago, Liu Biao, in his wheelchair, was craning his neck, waiting for Lin Dawei to kowtow.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of that gray figure walking towards me.

Liu Biao's mouth was half-open, letting in drafts, and his back suddenly hunched over.

Clinging tightly to the edge of the wheelchair, he wished he could back out of the door immediately.

Zhao Qinglan walked inside step by step.

The steady scraping sound of shoe soles tapped against the wooden planks.

Her gaze swept over Lin Dawei, who was kneeling on the ground, and without even pausing for a second, she walked right past him.

Stop in front of the bench press bench.

Snapped.

She tossed her black gym bag onto the leather mat with one hand.

The pure gold lighter that was spinning rapidly in Zhao Pengfei's hand suddenly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a "thud".

His arrogant demeanor from just moments ago vanished completely.

Zhao Pengfei jumped up from the stool and frantically tugged at his torn T-shirt.

"sister……"

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Weren't you in a meeting at the bureau today...?"