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

[Mission Objective: Wang Yan, 0 kills/1 kills.]

The crisp system notification in his mind made Lin Dawei's gaze darken slightly.

His gaze slowly moved upwards along the yoga pants, passing over her legs that were taut by the fabric, then landing on her dazzlingly white skin and the full, bulging curves of her chest, finally settling on Wang Yan's domineering and somewhat intimidating face.

Originally, he only intended to force his way back the 23,000 yuan, but now that he saw the "kill 0/1" mission, his mind changed instantly.

For the past few months, Zhao Daqiang has hardly returned to the station, and the loopholes in the accounts have been suppressed by the boss's wife, Wang Yan, with her domineering attitude.

To complete the kill missions given by the system, simply brute force and demanding money is useless.

We must stir up this mess.

Only by completely severing the relationship between Zhao Daqiang and his wife could he find an opportunity to manipulate this high and mighty woman.

Lin Dawei concealed the calculation in his eyes and casually picked up a two-of-a-kind from the table.

"Boss lady, there are some things I want to talk to you about in private."

Lin Dawei spoke calmly, rubbing his thumb across the mahjong tile.

"Regarding Mr. Zhao's recent business trip to the southern suburbs."

These words were spoken.

The clattering mahjong table came to an instant stop.

The sound of shuffling cards stopped inside the room.

The three card players next to them exchanged glances, their expressions immediately changing, unable to hide the gossip in their eyes.

There are no transport routes from their Shunda Freight Station in the southern suburbs, so what kind of business could there be?

Wang Yan has been working in the logistics industry in the county for many years. She may be domineering, but she is definitely not stupid.

She immediately realized that Lin Dawei's words had a hidden meaning.

For the past six months or so, my husband has been using the excuse of collecting debts and running errands to disappear for half a month at a time. When I ask him where the money went, he gets angry.

Combined with the place names and numbers Lin Dawei mentioned, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

But in front of outsiders, she would never allow her dignity to be compromised.

"Alright!"

Wang Yan pushed the mahjong tiles in her hand away, decisively ending the conversation.

She turned to look at the other three women, her face stern, adopting the demeanor of a proprietress.

"Let's stop here for today."

"There's a problem with the bill at the station. I need to go over the bill with the driver separately. You guys go back and cook first."

The three card players were all shrewd and knew that this was a case of "the fire in the backyard being investigated behind closed doors," so none of them dared to stay any longer.

"Okay, let's reschedule for another day."

Several people grabbed their bags haphazardly and hurried out the door like thieves.

With a click.

Wang Yan pushed the security door shut forcefully.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Wang Yan turned around, her hands clasped in front of her ample chest, her yoga pants taut over her slightly plump but voluptuous legs.

She took two steps forward in her slippers, her chin slightly raised, her eyes sharp.

"Lin Dawei, you've gotten quite the big shot, haven't you?"

"You've come to my house to stir up trouble, what's going on? If you can't give me a straight answer today, I'll have your car impounded!"

She had a strong presence, but Lin Dawei noticed that her snow-white shoulders were tense.

"I can't say for sure."

This story wasn't made up by Lin Dawei on the spot, nor was it something he heard from other drivers at the station.

Because once when he was delivering goods, he saw Zhao Daqiang with a woman by his side.

The woman was young and quite pretty.

"But you can find out for yourself whether it's true or not."

Lin Dawei deliberately only provided half the information.

There's no need to spell it out; once the seed of doubt is planted, Wang Yan will fill in the rest of the picture in her mind.

It's good that she's making a scene!

Sure enough, the flesh on Wang Yan's face twitched.

My breathing has become noticeably heavier.

But she didn't go crazy and smash things.

This woman, who had always been domineering towards low-paid drivers, now displayed the shrewdness and vigilance honed by years of experience managing accounts.

She stared intently at Lin Dawei's worn-out work clothes, her mind racing.

"Explain clearly, exactly where in the south of the city are you referring to?"

Wang Yan sneered, a hint of mockery and wariness in her eyes.

"Lin Dawei, you've resorted to such despicable tactics as sowing discord between my husband and me just to get those 23,000 yuan in shipping fees?"

She was convinced that Lin Dawei was trying to scam her out of money.

Based on just a few rumors he'd heard from who-knows-where, he thinks he can get something for nothing from her? Does he think she's been his boss for over a decade for nothing?

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Lin Dawei threw the two-of-a-kind card back onto the table, making a crisp clinking sound.

"Give me the money, and I can tell you more information; you can look up the rest yourself."

Lin Dawei extended his hand.

Wang Yan stared at his outstretched hand, her expression shifting between light and shadow.

She dared not believe it completely, but she dared not disbelieve it either.

If Lin Dawei is telling the truth, and she turns on him and kicks him out now, the trail will be lost.

But she couldn't just hand over the money so readily, lest a low-level driver feel like he was easy to manipulate.

Wang Yan grabbed her phone from the sofa next to her and opened WeChat.

"I can pay you half upfront."

Wang Yan raised her eyelids, and that condescending desire for control resurfaced.

"Twelve thousand five hundred thousand, tell me what you know."

"Okay!" Lin Dawei answered readily.

"The residential communities near Jinxiu Huating."

Wang Yan suddenly remembered that Zhao Daqiang had mentioned to him before that he went to that place to look at houses.

Although they didn't end up buying it.

But this also proves that Lin Dawei wasn't talking nonsense.

Wang Yan knew that the fewer people who knew about this, the better. If it was true, she needed to make some preparations in secret.

Investigating this kind of thing can't be done by yourself. If Zhao Daqiang discovers something, it will alert the enemy.

It still depends on Lin Dawei to investigate. Although he has always been quite useless, he still has half of his money tied up in her hands, so she's not worried about him disobeying her.

"Since you brought this up, I don't need to ask anyone else; you can investigate for me."

"For the remaining half, you'll have to exchange it for something real, whether it's photos or bills. As long as you can provide evidence that Zhao Daqiang is keeping someone else on the side, I'll transfer the rest of the money to you in full."

Her tone was harsh, leaving no room for refusal.

"But if you dare to bluff me, Lin Dawei, you can forget about making a living in the county's freight industry."

This can be considered a disguised form of employment and blackmail.

Lin Dawei sneered inwardly.

The fish has taken the bait.

As long as he has the remaining half of the money to keep him afloat, and as long as that so-called evidence can still be used as leverage, his entanglement with the freight station owner has only just begun.

This is exactly the situation the system needs.

"Okay," Lin Dawei agreed readily.

A few seconds later.

hum.

Lin Dawei's old Android phone vibrated in his pocket.

The transfer of 11,500 yuan has been completed.

Wang Yan put away her phone and pointed to the front door.

"Once you've taken the money, get on with your business. If you have any updates, call me directly. Don't come loitering around my house."

Lin Dawei turned and walked towards the door.

As he gripped the doorknob, he turned and glanced at the woman who had returned to her chair, rubbing her temples in frustration.

The scarlet yoga pants looked somewhat glaring under the lights.

"By the way, boss lady."

Lin Dawei turned the door lock, his tone indifferent.

"Your yoga pants look really good."