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

Early morning, at the entrance of the residential compound.

Lin Dawei had just returned home after having breakfast outside, still holding half a cigarette in his hand.

As I approached the apartment building, I saw Li Ying standing by the flower bed downstairs.

She was clutching a designer handbag, wearing a high-end khaki trench coat, black stockings, and exquisite makeup.

However, the dark circles under his eyes were unmistakable, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well last night.

As soon as she saw Lin Dawei's tall and strong figure appear, she immediately stepped forward in her high heels to greet him.

"Great Power!"

Li Ying lowered her voice, her tone revealing barely concealed impatience.

"Did you mention Chen Jianjun's quota to Zhao Shao?"

She glanced around, afraid that her early-rising neighbors would hear her.

"It's been a whole day, and there's still no sign of anything happening at the factory. Have you gotten it done or not?"

Lin Dawei casually stubbed out his cigarette.

With a precise flick of his finger, the cigarette butt flew into the trash can three meters away.

"What's your hurry?"

Li Ying bit her lip, her chest heaving violently, clearly bringing her resentment from home with her.

"How can I not be anxious!"

"Chen Jianjun is acting like a madman. He says if we don't get the quota back, his position as deputy director is completely over, and we won't even be able to pay our mortgages!"

She stared at Lin Dawei's expressionless face, her confidence growing weaker and weaker, until it even turned into a hint of questioning and doubt.

"Dawei, you're not kidding us, are you?"

"You're not so sure you can't even get a chance to see Young Master Zhao, are you just deliberately keeping us hanging?"

"Are you even capable of doing this?"

Lin Dawei raised his eyelids.

A rough, large hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Li Ying's pointed chin.

The blow was extremely forceful, and Li Ying groaned in pain, forced to raise her head and meet Lin Dawei's aggressive eyes.

"Whether I can do it or not, didn't you just try it the night before last?"

Lin Dawei's voice was deep and laced with undisguised mockery.

"Or have you forgotten all about how loudly you screamed the night before last?"

Li Ying's face flushed bright red instantly, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.

The image of losing all dignity in this dilapidated building the night before flashed into her mind instantly, and the intense sense of shame made her weak all over.

She tried to back away, but Lin Dawei held her chin tightly in his hand, making it impossible for her to move.

"I heard you clearly."

Lin Dawei applied slight pressure with his fingers.

"Go back and tell Chen Jianjun to just wait and see."

"If he dares to bother me again, I'll make sure he never gets the spot from Hongyun Factory back in his lifetime."

Done.

Lin Dawei abruptly released his grip, not even glancing at her, and strode upstairs, pushing Li Ying aside by half a body length.

Li Ying leaned against the mottled wall, watching his broad back disappear around the corner of the stairs.

She was left alone in the morning breeze, her legs trembling and her heart pounding.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Villa No. 8, Waterfront Dragon Court.

Lin Dawei pushed open the slightly ajar door and walked straight into the spacious and bright living room.

Zhao Pengfei was sprawled out on the leather sofa, holding a bowl of bird's nest porridge in his hand, with a game controller lying on the coffee table next to him.

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Pengfei turned around.

"Hey, Old Lin!"

Zhao Pengfei put the porcelain bowl he was holding on the table, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of teasing.

"You've come to report for duty so early?"

"What, you can't wait to see those long legs when I said I'd take you to the gym?"

Lin Dawei walked to the sofa, sat down, and handed over a cigarette.

"Young Master Zhao is joking. Women are secondary."

"I came here to ask about the three million quota for the electronics factory. What did Director Zhao say?"

Zhao Pengfei took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

A bluish-white smoke drifted through the living room.

Zhao Pengfei sighed, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Old Lin, I really did my best with this."

"I mentioned to my sister last night that I was thinking of entrusting you with overseeing this quota."

"She just turned me back on her."

"She said this project involves several key support policies of the county, and it's not child's play. It has to follow the rules and procedures and can't be handed over to just anyone."

Lin Dawei paused slightly, his fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers.

Refused.

This result was indeed beyond his expectations.

Yesterday in Linshui Town, I clearly helped Zhao Qinglan avoid such a huge public opinion trap, and the other party's attitude has obviously changed.

How come when it comes to the crucial distribution of benefits, they become so meticulous?

Women within the system are far more calculating than ordinary people.

A strong sense of regret rose in Lin Dawei's heart.

If he had the [Needle at the Bottom of the Sea] skill, he would be absolutely confident in testing Zhao Qinglan's true thoughts and listening to what she was really worried about.

pity.

This morning, on Liu Li's bed, he used up this once-a-day miracle technique to test its effectiveness.

Even if I were to meet Zhao Qinglan now, I still wouldn't be able to figure out her true intentions.

It seems this can't be rushed. I can only wait until the skills refresh tomorrow and then find another opportunity to get close to her.

"Old Lin, don't be discouraged."

Zhao Pengfei stood up and patted Lin Dawei's broad shoulder.

"We'll think of another way to deal with the quota later. My sister is just too stubborn."

"As for the gym, it's too early now. Those girls in yoga pants haven't even gone yet."

"I'll take you to broaden your horizons this afternoon."

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

"Now, go to the garage and drive that Mercedes G-Class out, then wait at the entrance."

"I'll take you to take care of something important."

Lin Dawei raised his head.

"Do you have something important to do?"

Zhao Pengfei grinned.

"Go find Xia Xinglan; you met his bodyguards last time."

"Go get the car, I'll go upstairs to change my clothes and then come down."

After saying that, Zhao Pengfei, wearing slippers and humming a tuneless off-key, swayed and went upstairs to the second floor.

Lin Dawei stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, pushed open the glass door on the side of the living room, and walked towards the detached garage in the backyard.

Sunlight streamed into the villa's garden, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Lin Dawei had just reached the corner of the garage.

A plump figure, carrying a watering can, turned around from the path beside it.

It's Wen Lan.

Zhao Shikun's young second wife, who had recently entered the family, was also Zhao Pengfei's stepmother, whom he thought about all the time.

She was wearing a light gray yoga outfit at home today.

Because I was at home, I wore a light beige knitted cardigan over my clothes.

The fabric was extremely elastic, binding her mature figure tightly.

Her amazingly full breasts swayed slightly with her steps, and the curves of her waist and hips were extremely voluptuous, exuding a unique allure of a mature woman.

Looking up, she suddenly bumped into Lin Dawei walking towards her.

Wen Lan stopped abruptly, like a startled rabbit.

A clear hint of panic and evasion flashed in his eyes.

Her fair fingers unconsciously clenched the neckline of her cardigan, trying to wrap herself up more tightly.

In this secluded mansion, she lived as if walking on thin ice.

Zhao Qinglan ignored her, Zhao Pengfei coveted her, and she had an instinctive fear of any strong outsider.

"You, you are...?"

Wen Lan recognized Lin Dawei, her voice soft and trembling.

She lowered her head and carefully moved to the edge of the path, afraid of blocking Lin Dawei's way, and didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

Lin Dawei stopped in his tracks.

His tall, broad body exuded a natural masculine aura, and his gaze swept over her taut curves without any hesitation.

Good morning, Mrs. Wen.