Chapter 39: Lin Dazhi's Next Step

Seeing Lin Dazhi openly cuddling and acting intimate with Bai Weiwei right in front of her, Zhou Yue was so furious she felt like her lungs were about to explode!

"Lin Dazhi, can you have some shame? You're not the only one living in this house!" Zhou Yue pointed at Lin Dazhi, her lips trembling with rage!

"If you want to live here, then live here; if you don't, then get out! The divorce agreement is written clearly and plainly—staying in the house after divorce was your own choice, no one forced you. This is my house, I'll do whatever I want, is that any of your business?"

As Lin Dazhi spoke, he grabbed the collar of Bai Weiwei's expensive little black LV dress without ceremony, and with a "rip," the sixty-thousand-plus worth of packaging was instantly ruined.

Zhou Yue stared at all this, dumbfounded, as if she couldn't believe her own eyes!

Was this still the Lin Dazhi she was familiar with?

Was this still the Lin Dazhi who used to be completely obedient to her and wouldn't dare talk back even once?

She looked at Bai Weiwei again, only to see the latter wearing a sweet smile, obediently cooperating with Lin Dazhi's rough movements, with no intention of being angry at all.

Lin Dazhi shoved Bai Weiwei toward the sofa; she grabbed the armrest as she went, lifted her head, and didn't forget to flash a charming smile at Zhou Yue.

"What? Do you want to keep watching?" Lin Dazhi took off his T-shirt, tossed it casually onto Bai Weiwei's smooth, fair back, and looked at Zhou Yue with a wicked grin on his face.

Zhou Yue was stunned, not just by Lin Dazhi's crazy boldness, but even more so by the strong physique he had revealed!

"When did Lin Dazhi secretly start working out?" Looking at the body full of power and presence before her, Zhou Yue couldn't help but swallow hard.

But she quickly realized what Lin Dazhi was about to do!

This madman!

"Lin Dazhi, just keep acting out; there will come a day when you regret it!" Zhou Yue threw down a harsh threat and turned to walk out the door.

"Bang!" A loud noise echoed, showing just how much anger was in Zhou Yue's heart at that moment.

"Lin, let me tidy up the room first, it's too messy." Bai Weiwei turned her head and said to Lin Dazhi in a well-behaved manner.

"No rush, let's have a good exchange first. Tell me, what did Zhou Yue and Sun Xiaomei say to you upstairs, hmm?"

With that final "hmm," Lin Dazhi focused his Qi into his dantian, his voice heavy and forceful, pushing Bai Weiwei until she nearly lost her breath...

Over an hour later, after some in-depth exchange, Lin Dazhi had learned the content of what the three women and Bai Weiwei had discussed upstairs.

Cuddling Bai Weiwei's smooth back and smoking a cigarette contentedly, Lin Dazhi began to think about his next steps.

He had 32 million in hand now; while it seemed like a huge sum, it was clearly not enough to create a heaven-defying black-tech product like the "Time Reversal Instrument."

According to the system's estimates, starting from scratch to produce a prototype would require at least two billion as a baseline.

Two billion was an astronomical figure that the old Lin Dazhi wouldn't have even dared to imagine.

But now, with the system, a mere two billion was nothing more than the Simp Gold he had paid out over twenty months to keep Bai Weiwei, this Lick Dog.

Even if he did nothing and lived lavishly on the 32 million for a year and a half, Lin Dazhi would still be able to come up with those two billion.

Besides, once the money reached Bai Weiwei's hands, she would hand every last cent of it over to him anyway.

It was interesting to think about: when a man has no money, even if he gives his entire heart, he can't get the sincerity of the women around him; they will only complain that you don't earn enough to satisfy the life they want.

But when a man is exceptionally wealthy, women stop caring about his money and start talking about feelings instead.

The way things work in this world is just so unreasonable. No, it should be said that the women of this world are truly beyond reason.

No wonder some say money is for women to look at, not for women to spend—it really makes sense.

Isn't that exactly how Bai Weiwei is now? She was once a golden flower of the banking system, beautiful and fit, highly educated and well-qualified; men without some real strength wouldn't even have the courage to speak to her.

But now that he gives her 100 million a month, she doesn't even want it; not only does she refuse his money, she even wants to give him her own salary, dying to rip her heart out to show him. Wouldn't you say that's interesting?

"Lin, what are you thinking about?" Bai Weiwei looked at the cigarette in Lin Dazhi's hand; the ash had grown long, so she hurriedly caught it with one hand, used the other to flick it for him, dumped the ash into the trash can by the bed, and then picked up a wet wipe to clean her hands before snuggling back into his arms and asking in a sweet, cloying voice.

"Thinking about you women. I just don't understand, why are you all so cheap? You don't cherish good men, but insist on desperately throwing yourselves at bad men. You don't want a proper relationship, but like being toyed with by men. When I try to treat you like normal human beings, you aren't happy; you either act like idiots pretending to be little fairies all day, or you kneel and lick the wealthy without any sense of shame or bottom line. Your species is really~~~ interesting." Lin Dazhi twirled a strand of Bai Weiwei's hair around his finger, playing with it casually.

"Hee hee, Lin, you've seen through women, so don't talk to us about feelings anymore, just play with us," Bai Weiwei said obediently.

"Hmm, tomorrow I'll go register a company. You work at the bank and have a wide network of contacts; help me keep an eye out for suitable management talent, I have a use for them," Lin Dazhi said.

"Ah? Lin, you're going to open a company? In what field?" Bai Weiwei asked curiously upon hearing Lin Dazhi's words.

"Medical aesthetics. You don't need to know the specifics; when the product comes out, I'll let you be the first to use it," Lin Dazhi pinched Bai Weiwei's pert little nose and said to her with a smile, as if teasing a small pet.

"Okay! But Lin, I'm just a small Teller, and the people I come into contact with are just ordinary depositors. As for the kind of management talent you're talking about, I really don't have many suitable people in my network. I'm afraid if I introduce someone unsuitable, it will delay your important business," Bai Weiwei said with some worry.

"Almost forgot. Sigh, didn't I tell your Manager to promote you to a manager position? The appointment should have come down by now, right?" Lin Dazhi asked.

"Yes, it has officially come down. Thank you, Lin!" Bai Weiwei said, taking the initiative to offer Lin Dazhi a sweet kiss.

But immediately after, she sighed again.

"What's wrong?" Lin Dazhi asked, sensing that Bai Weiwei's spirits were low.

"Lin, it's not that I think the position isn't high enough. Actually, if it weren't for you, it would be impossible for me to become this manager on my own without paying a price, so I am truly very content. It's just that even as a manager, I still have to deal with specific daily operations. To cultivate higher-level connections, one needs at least the rank of Vice President," Bai Weiwei said, looking at Lin Dazhi's expression with some worry, fearing that her words might displease him.

"What you say makes some sense. Vice President, well, that's not impossible. Perform well, and in a while, I'll arrange it for you!" Lin Dazhi patted her plumpness and said with a casual expression.