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

The three young men were trembling with fear and completely panicked.

This public opinion trap, which should have been one-sided, was disrupted by Lin Dawei and then seized the initiative by Zhao Qinglan.

But she didn't condemn the group outright.

The ordinary temporary workers who had been incited to come and make up the numbers all went downstairs to register normally.

As for the organizers who led the looting and installed the cameras, they were taken away by the police station that arrived later for separate investigation.

The matter was resolved very smoothly.

……

in the afternoon.

On the highway on the way back.

The black sedan drove smoothly.

The carriage was so quiet that the only sound was the faint noise from the air conditioning vents.

Zhao Qinglan sat in the passenger seat, her head tilted to the side as she looked out the window, without saying a word.

I don't know what she's thinking.

Lin Dawei kept his hands on the steering wheel, not wanting to provoke the woman.

Just when he thought the journey would continue in silence,

"Just now……"

Zhao Qinglan suddenly spoke, her voice still as cold and aloof as ever.

"If you lose your temper and hit someone, things will become a real mess."

The other party was clearly trying to stage an accident and create a scene. Once Lin Dawei made a move, he would lose all justification.

Lin Dawei gripped the steering wheel with one hand, staring straight ahead, his tone calm.

"That's why I didn't hit him."

Zhao Qinglan turned her head.

For the first time, those eyes, which were always filled with scrutiny and arrogance, truly fell upon the man in the driver's seat.

The condescending look that comes with working within the system has faded from his gaze, replaced by a rare seriousness.

"You're smarter than I thought."

Lin Dawei twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely deep smile.

"Is Director Zhao praising me?"

Zhao Qinglan did not respond immediately.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, looking Lin Dawei up and down.

"Don't think that just because you did one thing right, you can climb the ladder of success."

Zhao Qinglan's tone remained aloof, but it lacked some of its previous condescension.

"There aren't many people from humble backgrounds who are as perceptive and tactful as you."

Lin Dawei gripped the steering wheel with one hand, looking straight ahead, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Director Zhao has a keen eye."

"We lowly peasants make a living by being adaptable. If we didn't have the ability to read people's expressions, we would have been devoured long ago, leaving not even bones behind."

Upon hearing this slightly self-deprecating remark, a strange light flashed in Zhao Qinglan's eyes.

"You're quite honest."

She turned her gaze back to the window, her long legs slightly crossed beneath her trousers.

Twilight Quadruple.

The black sedan smoothly drove into Waterfront Dragon Court and finally came to a steady stop in the private parking space of Villa No. 8.

The engine stalled.

Lin Dawei pushed open the driver's side door and stepped out with his tall and broad body.

Zhao Qinglan also got out of the passenger seat.

She was still impeccably dressed in a white shirt, her long, straight legs encased in trousers.

Compared to her icy demeanor when she set off in the morning, the features on her face were noticeably softer now.

The two entered the villa's living room one after the other.

Zhao Pengfei was still wearing his silk bathrobe, sprawled out on the sofa playing video games.

Hearing footsteps, he jumped up in surprise.

"Sis, you're back?"

Zhao Pengfei quickly tossed his phone aside, glancing at Zhao Qinglan with a somewhat guilty look in his eyes.

Zhao Qinglan did not reprimand him coldly as usual.

She walked to the top of the stairs and paused for a moment.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Lin Dawei before landing on Zhao Pengfei's face.

"The person you chose this time is quite reliable."

After uttering this unprecedented compliment, Zhao Qinglan slid up to the second floor in her high heels.

There was a two-second silence in the living room.

Zhao Pengfei stared at the stairwell with his mouth half open, as if he had seen a ghost.

From childhood to adulthood, he rarely heard a kind word from his domineering older sister.

Today he actually praised the person he found as reliable?

Zhao Pengfei suddenly turned his head and rushed to Lin Dawei in a few steps.

"Old Lin, what's going on? Are you alright?"

Zhao Pengfei's eyes were filled with barely suppressed curiosity.

Lin Dawei walked to the coffee table, picked up the bottled water on the table, unscrewed it, and tilted his head back to drink half of the bottle.

"It was a close call that something terrible happened."

He put down the water bottle and casually tugged at his collar.

"They installed a hidden camera under the conference room table across the street, and there were also more than a dozen troublemakers lying in wait outside."

"If your sister says just one wrong word, her scandal will be the headline in the county tomorrow."

Zhao Pengfei gasped in shock.

What those within the system fear most is this kind of public opinion trap.

If things really escalate, even if the Zhao family is very wealthy, his sister will still suffer greatly.

If the old man in the family investigates this matter, he'll definitely skin Zhao Pengfei alive!

"Holy crap! These scoundrels are so cunning?"

Zhao Pengfei gritted his teeth and cursed.

He reached out and patted Lin Dawei's strong shoulder heavily, his face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

"Old Lin, you're really something! You've really helped me out this time!"

"You handled this matter beautifully today. I, Zhao Pengfei, am fair in my rewards and punishments, and you deserve a big reward!"

Zhao Pengfei rubbed his hands together, his face displaying that familiar spoiled young master demeanor.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned lewdly.

"Back at the Limei Gym, I noticed you seemed quite interested in that yoga instructor named Sun Qian?"

"What, you like guys with long legs?"

Lin Dawei slightly raised his eyelids, but did not rush to reply.

Zhao Pengfei took it as a tacit agreement and patted his chest smugly assuring him.

"That girl is definitely got some assets; she looks pretty good when she's wearing yoga pants and sticking her head out on the mat."

"Leave this to me!"

"Once I recover from my cold, I'll take you to the gym in a couple of days."

Zhao Pengfei acted like a great older brother, taking on everything.

"Damn it, if I wasn't afraid she'd tell my sister, I would have taken care of her already. She actually looks down on me?"

Looking at Zhao Pengfei jumping around like this...

Lin Dawei sneered inwardly.

Sun Qian is the kind of woman who knows exactly how to treat people. If you just want to take advantage of her for free, she naturally won't allow it.

Besides, your name, Young Master Zhao, is too famous. If word gets out, everyone will know about it, and how will you survive?

Lin Dawei was confident that he didn't need anyone to act as a pimp. However, on the surface, Lin Dawei didn't offend Zhao Pengfei.

"Young Master Zhao, you're too kind."

Lin Dawei took out a cigarette from his pocket, pulled one out, and put it in his mouth.

"But women are all minor matters."

"Since Young Master Zhao is in a good mood today, I have something important I'd like to mention."

Lin Dawei took out a lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.

White smoke was exhaled.

"That three million in assembly quota for the electronics factory, it shouldn't have been allocated yet, right?"

Upon hearing this...

Zhao Pengfei was stunned for a moment.

He then realized that Lin Dawei had his eye on this piece of meat.

"Old Lin, you're trying to skim some profits from this?"

Zhao Pengfei stroked his chin and smacked his lips.

"That's not easy."

Zhao Pengfei walked to the sofa, plopped down, and crossed his legs.

"How to allocate these quotas should, in principle, be a matter of just a word from me."

"However, there's a problem with this."

Zhao Pengfei pointed towards the second floor and lowered his voice.

"That project involved several support policies from the county, and in the end, it still required my sister's signature to make the final decision."

"Although I can come up with a plan to divide the property, in the end, my sister has to make the final decision and agree."

Lin Dawei flicked his cigarette ash.

"Then I'll trouble Young Master Zhao to whisper something in Director Zhao's ear."

Zhao Pengfei grinned and readily agreed.

"Great! You did well today, she has a very good impression of you."

"Leave this to me. I'll bring it up with her when I get the chance!"