Chapter 3058: Truly Nothing Left to Say

"Zhao Desan, you... fine, fine, fine..." Lin Da was pushed by Zhao Desan until he truly had nothing left to say. He said 'fine' three times. After pausing for a moment and catching his breath, he continued: "Zhao Desan, even if I give up that plot of land, it's not something I can just abandon whenever I want. For this plot of land, I've sought out many leaders, and the relationships involved are very complex. Those leaders have paved the way for me. If I give up, isn't that playing them for fools? So, let me handle this bit by bit. Give me a little more time, okay? I know your goal is very clear: you want to help Ma Lan get that plot of land, and you don't want to make things unmanageable, right?"

Hearing Lin Da say this, Zhao Desan realized that Lin Da had actually given him a clear attitude; it was just that there were some relationships that needed to be sorted out, especially those involving the interest chains of certain officials, which required him to smooth things out bit by bit. Lin Da was also right; his goal was simple: to help Ma Lan get that plot of land and complete the task he had promised her. Once that was done, his mission would be complete. He didn't want to escalate the conflict with Lin Da, nor did he want to end up in a situation where both sides were destroyed. Thus, after pondering for a moment, Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "Since Boss Lin has said so, I will give Boss Lin some more time to consider. But time waits for no one. I hope Boss Lin will realize the consequences. Good luck, goodbye!" With that, Zhao Desan smiled lightly and hung up the phone.

While putting down the phone, Zhao Desan pondered what Lin Da had said on the call. Zhao Desan was a smart man; he could tell from Lin Da's words that he wasn't deliberately dragging his feet, but rather that the matter involved the interests of certain officials, making it impossible for him to handle it rashly. Zhao Desan understood this. To fight for that plot of land, both Ma Lan and Lin Da had sought various government connections in Xijing. Especially for Lin Da, his network of relationships in Xijing was even more intricate. For the land matter to reach this point, he believed Lin Da's connections had put in a lot of effort. Now, to suddenly say it was no longer needed, Lin Da himself certainly wouldn't find it easy to wrap up, so it could only be done slowly, bit by bit. After careful consideration, Zhao Desan realized that the land matter couldn't be rushed; haste makes waste, and he could only wait slowly.

Thinking about this, Zhao Desan felt that from Lin Da's attitude on the phone, he had already made a compromise. Since the result was relatively optimistic, he didn't need to worry anymore. He smiled comfortably. When he turned to pick up a cigarette from the nightstand, he saw the micro-camera on the cabinet and suddenly remembered that he hadn't yet appreciated the video of Zheng Jie and Director Zhang. Thus, with a complex and extremely uncomfortable feeling, he picked up the micro-camera, opened the three-inch LCD screen, and pressed the only video file in the storage. As the video opened, the camera lens was aimed at a door. A few seconds later, a knock sounded, and Zheng Jie's figure entered the frame. Zheng Jie, as she appeared in the video, was dressed more provocatively and sexily than ever before: a short black pleated skirt, black silk stockings, black high heels, and a black cape draped over her upper body. From the back, her curves were exquisite, and her figure was extremely hot, looking just like a black widow.

In the video, Zheng Jie walked to the door and opened it, and a man appeared in the frame. Zhao Desan had always been curious about what this Director Zhang looked like. After this man appeared in the micro-camera's lens, Zhao Desan couldn't help but secretly spit and curse in his heart: Damn it! I thought you had so much charm; turns out you're a pig-headed fool! Looking at the man in the video with his slicked-back hair, fat head, big ears, and protruding belly, Zhao Desan couldn't help but curse in his heart.

After watching the first few minutes of the video, there was nothing that surprised Zhao Desan, so he simply fast-forwarded it, going straight to the main event. When the video file was fast-forwarded to the middle and stopped to play at normal speed, seeing the hot scene on the LCD screen, Zhao Desan was simply stunned. His eyes widened like a bull's, and his mouth hung open in disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes. In the video, Zheng Jie was lying on the bed, completely naked, with that fat-headed, big-eared guy on top of her, huffing and puffing as he worked hard. Seeing this scene, a wave of jealousy surged in Zhao Desan's heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but blame Zheng Jie in his heart. But immediately after, thinking that Zheng Jie had done this entirely for his sake, a sense of self-reproach arose from the bottom of his heart, making Zhao Desan's feelings at that moment like a spilled bottle of five flavors—extremely complex.

With this complex mood, Zhao Desan still forced himself to watch the entire twenty-minute video carefully. Near the end of the video, that fat, big-eared Director Zhang let out a howl, his whole body trembled for a few seconds, and after climbing off Zheng Jie's delicate body in satisfaction, he said happily, "Xiao Jie, that was truly so comfortable. Do you feel that I was even more powerful this time?"

After finishing the deed, Zheng Jie lay on the bed, weak and limp, her face flushed. She looked at Director Zhang, who was sitting on the bed smoking, with those peach-blossom eyes of hers, nodded, and then proposed her conditions to him. She said, "Director Zhang, about the matter I told you, what do you think?"

Fatty Zhang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a confident, wicked smile, "Xiao Jie, don't worry. If that Ma Laosi causes trouble for your brother, just give Brother Zhang a call, and I'll step in to resolve it for you."

"Brother Zhang, you must keep your word. I, Zheng Jie, am just a weak woman and don't know anyone. Brother Zhang, you must promise me, okay?" Zheng Jie said to Director Zhang with a frail expression.

Director Zhang looked at her with pity and said with a smile, "Xiao Jie, don't worry. With Brother Zhang here, if there's anything in your shop in the future, just give Brother Zhang a call. But Xiao Jie, you must find time to accompany Brother Zhang often..." There is no free lunch in the world; Fatty Zhang agreed to help Zheng Jie entirely because this parasite in the police system was obsessed with Zheng Jie's beauty.

"Brother Zhang, aren't you afraid your wife will find out? That time you came to my shop to buy renovation materials, I saw your wife was so young and beautiful. Why are you still..." Zheng Jie said this to stir up Director Zhang's guilt toward his wife, and also to politely decline the request in his previous sentence.

"Are you afraid your wife will come to cause trouble for you? Haha, you don't need to worry about that. I won't let her know..." Director Zhang said with a loud laugh. Then, he leaned over and stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the nightstand. As he lay down beside Zheng Jie, he picked up Zheng Jie's panties and threw them over. Suddenly, the lens went pitch black, and only the faint sound of the two people talking could be heard.