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

The black car drove over the speed bump and stopped on the cement floor of the Linshui Town Government compound.

The car door opened, and Lin Dawei looked around.

There were no crowds protesting with white banners and black lettering as I had imagined, nor were there any people sitting on the ground crying and making a scene.

The huge courtyard was unusually quiet; even the birdsong in the trees could be heard clearly.

Several town officials were already waiting downstairs. As soon as Zhao Qinglan got out of the car, they ran up to greet her with big smiles.

"Director Zhao, thank you for your hard work! The dispute representatives are already waiting in the conference room on the second floor."

Lin Dawei closed the car door, his eyelids twitching slightly.

Having worked his way up from the bottom for so many years, he knows all too well what kind of people those unpaid temporary workers are like.

The more troublesome the situation, the less likely it is to be governed by rules.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhao Qinglan also sensed something.

She walked forward in her high heels without even turning her head.

"Follow me three steps behind, and don't say a word or move." His tone left no room for argument.

Lin Dawei remained silent, one hand in his pocket, casually hanging three steps away.

The door to the conference room on the second floor was pushed open.

Only three representatives were scattered around the huge conference table.

They were all young men in their early thirties, wearing faded old shirts, and looking honest and unassuming.

Upon seeing Zhao Qinglan enter, the three of them quickly stood up and were unusually polite.

First, he repeatedly admitted that there had been misunderstandings in previous communications, and then he patted his chest and guaranteed that he was absolutely willing to accept the mediation of Director Zhao from the county.

Their attitude was so good that no one could find fault with them.

Zhao Qinglan sat down in the main seat and opened the blue folder in her hand.

Once this woman gets into work mode, her uncontrollable official air immediately becomes apparent.

As she flipped through the thick stack of materials, she casually asked a few key questions.

The other person's response was extremely smooth.

It was so smooth, it was as if the script had been rehearsed beforehand, without a single stumble.

Zhao Qinglan stopped writing.

His gaze, sharp as an awl, swept coldly across the three faces.

"You keep saying that you are negotiating on behalf of the demands of 27 temporary employees."

"Then let me ask, in what year did Liu Hongjun join the company? What position does Wang Jianjun hold? And what specific section of road is Li Cuicui responsible for sanitation?"

The three representatives, who had been answering questions fluently just moments before, suddenly froze.

They exchanged glances and stammered for a long time, but neither of them could get to the point.

The flaw has been revealed.

Lin Dawei crossed his arms and leaned against the corner of the wall like a transparent person.

He ignored their verbal sparring and scanned the room with his eyes.

His extraordinary eyesight led him to discover the anomaly.

His gaze finally settled on a waste cardboard box under the corner of the table.

A section of extremely concealed black power cord was visible at the bottom of the cardboard box, extending into the shadow of the curtains.

Lin Dawei twitched the corner of his mouth.

While Zhao Qinglan continued to press him for answers, he slowly walked to the water dispenser next to him.

I took a disposable paper cup and filled it to the brim with freshly boiled hot water.

He walked back with his water glass, pretending to stop casually at the corner of the table, and glanced down at it.

Inside the cracks of the cardboard box, a tiny lens, no bigger than a bean, was flashing a faint red light.

The camera was pointed precisely at Zhao Qinglan's seat.

So that's where they were waiting.

The negotiation was a pretense; the real intention was to provoke Zhao Qinglan.

If Zhao Qinglan says the wrong thing in this environment, or even just adopts a slightly harsher attitude and slams her hand on the table, she will be fine.

This will likely become a perfect juicy story about a "cold-blooded female leader in the county violently suppressing the masses"!

Once it's posted online and public opinion takes hold, even if Zhao Qinglan has someone protecting her, she'll still be stripped bare!

Lin Dawei didn't rush to expose him on the spot.

He placed the cup of boiling water in his hand on the edge of the table directly in front of the cardboard box.

The steam rose, and the cup completely blocked the hidden camera lens.

The young man sitting on the edge across from me saw the water glass and his expression changed instantly.

He suddenly stood up and reached out to move the paper cup.

Lin Dawei reached out with his large hand.

The five fingers, like iron clamps, firmly held the young man's wrist.

"Young man."

Lin Dawei lowered his voice, speaking in a friendly tone, but the brute force in his hands was astonishing.

"The water has just boiled; it's very hot. Don't touch it."

The young man's face turned red with pain, his bones were creaking, and he couldn't pull his hand away at all.

Zhao Qinglan is such a perceptive woman.

Seeing this abrupt movement, and then glancing at the waste cardboard box under the table following his gaze, I instantly realized what was going on.

Snapped!

She closed the folder decisively.

"Since some basic facts have not yet been verified, there is no need to hold this meeting on a small scale."

Zhao Qinglan stood up and looked down at the three people opposite her.

"Let's go to the public reception room on the first floor. Have the town staff take meeting minutes, and record the entire meeting with official audio and video recording."

The three people opposite them panicked completely and quickly made excuses to get out of it.

"Director Zhao, there are too many people on the first floor, it's very noisy, and it's really inconvenient!"

"If you're unwilling to make it public, then you're unwilling to solve it."

Zhao Qinglan wasn't buying it at all; she picked up her bag and walked straight out the door.

Lin Dawei followed closely behind.

The moment she opened the conference room door.

Suddenly, a large group of people appeared out of nowhere in the once quiet corridor!

The dense crowd completely blocked the passageway.

Some elderly people started yelling at the top of their lungs, while a few young men with dyed yellow hair mingled among them, holding up their phones and shoving the camera directly into Zhao Qinglan's face.

The flashbulbs were clicking and flashing randomly.

The crowd deliberately pushed and shoved, shouting and cursing as they squeezed into the conference room. Several sweaty men took advantage of the chaos to get close to Zhao Qinglan.

Lin Dawei's eyes sharpened.

He took a step forward, his tall and broad body blocking Zhao Qinglan's side.

He did not throw a punch.

At this point, whoever makes the first move is deliberately courting trouble.

Lin Dawei lowered the chassis, supporting himself with his strong arms and broad shoulders.

No matter how much the people in front of him pushed and shoved, he remained completely still, creating a safe space for Zhao Qinglan.

In chaos.

Suddenly, a large, tattooed hand reached out from the side and grabbed the folder in Zhao Qinglan's hand.

Zhao Qinglan reacted quickly, gripping the folder tightly and refusing to let go, coldly ordering him to stop.

"Let go! Who gave you the guts!"

The other party, clearly intending to cause trouble, suddenly pulled back forcefully.

Zhao Qinglan was wearing high heels and was unsteady on her feet.

My shoe suddenly slipped!

She lost her balance and fell straight backward.

At this critical moment.

Lin Dawei turned around and took a half-step forward.

A strong, powerful arm suddenly reached out from behind and firmly supported her slender, firm back.

With lightning speed, his other hand shot out and grabbed the wrist of the man who had snatched the documents.

boom.

Zhao Qinglan's back slammed solidly into Lin Dawei's chest.

Even through the thin fabric, one could clearly feel the man's burning body temperature and the powerful undulations of his muscles.

The faint scent of tobacco instantly enveloped her completely.

Zhao Qinglan's breath hitched, and her cold, beautiful face instantly tightened even more.

But she gritted her teeth and held back from losing her composure.

Lin Dawei's chest went limp from the impact, but he didn't dare to think too much about it.

A deep voice rang directly in Zhao Qinglan's ear.

"Hold on tight."

Zhao Qinglan immediately used the strength of his arm to steady herself, and with a sudden burst of fierceness, she forcefully snatched the folder back.

Lin Dawei didn't stand on ceremony either.

He grabbed the tattooed man's wrist, twisted it sharply downwards, and pinned his arm behind his back against the wall.

Joint dislocation.

The tattooed man let out a scream, his knees buckled in pain, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Lin Dawei didn't continue hitting him; he only used his techniques to subdue him.

Zhao Qinglan straightened her slightly disheveled collar, regaining her superior control.

"Call the police immediately! Have the police station come and identify the person!"

Zhao Qinglan, with a cold face, pointed at the group of people outside and gave orders.

"Everyone, return to the reception room now to register your requests. Anyone who dares to disrupt the office order will be severely punished!"

Done.

She turned and walked back to the conference room, bent down and pulled the hidden small recording device out of a waste cardboard box.

The long power cord, along with the power cord, slammed heavily onto the conference table with a loud thud.

Zhao Qinglan stared coldly at the three dispute representatives whose faces were ashen.

"Is this what you call sincerity?"