Chapter 2929

The livestream chat was full of conflicting opinions, but some of them were actually right—sometimes killing doesn't solve the problem, though in extreme circumstances it's done out of sheer helplessness.

Even Zhang Lin on the field had stressed more than once, from the side, that Yang Lu was not a cruel, bloodthirsty person; given that, it's naturally better when many things can be resolved through peaceful means.

But as the situation shifted step by step to such an extreme state, continuing to appear peaceful would only make your opponent sense your weakness, so one can no longer carry on in that manner—Zhang Lin understands this better than anyone.

And the next moment, inside the New Moon Restaurant, Zhang Lin said bluntly: "Actually, all of you are free to have your own thoughts and analyses, but here I want to say something you won't like hearing—sometimes you can't keep looking at problems solely from your own angle; you have to learn to put yourself in someone else's shoes. Very few people can truly understand Yang Lu's helplessness."

The moment those words landed, everyone fell silent; they figured if anyone other than Zhang Lin had said it, they would have been on their feet objecting in an instant.

And would have said outright, "How dare you say I haven't put myself in someone else's shoes?" But right now Zhang Lin's words landed like a slap across every face—he wasn't wrong.

If before this they had still been willing to empathize with those two teams, then as Zhang Lin dug deeper step by step, and with the dangers the two archaeological teams faced—

—and the way they always managed to turn danger into safety—they subconsciously slipped into a spectator's stance. Zhang Lin didn't like this, but he had never made a point of emphasizing it.

But today things have reached this point; Zhang Lin can't stay silent any longer. He figured once these words were out, they'd be jolted awake to some degree, and going forward they wouldn't keep viewing the next problems from that overbearing angle.

That was Zhang Lin's purpose in bringing the matter up. With that premise in place, Zhang Lin actually breathed a sigh of relief; although bringing it up itself offered no benefit whatsoever to the second archaeological team—

—and might well embarrass Yang Lu, the second archaeological team's ability to adjust was strong after all, and soon they forgot those earlier matters, and everyone pressed on.

Yang Lu had already issued the corresponding order earlier: follow Zhang Lin's arrangements in everything, no other thoughts—that would be disrespect not only to themselves but also to Zhang Lin.

The former was easy enough to say, but leaning toward the latter—Yang Lu would absolutely never allow such a thing to happen.

At this moment, everyone had calmly accepted Lin's Claim and stopped bringing up this and that; just then Wu Ya of the first archaeological team found a corner and picked up a phone call.

Although she wasn't sure, couldn't even guess who the call was from, somehow Wu Ya had a premonition that this call was definitely important.

When she picked up, she didn't speak, but waited stubbornly for the other party. Fortunately, at that moment Mr. Wang could no longer hold back his temper—fundamentally that's how it was: if Wu Ya could steady her mindset, then Mr. Wang would naturally be the more anxious one.

So Mr. Wang went straight: "Wu Ya, right? I have something I want to reach Mr. Zhang about."

On hearing that, Wu Ya's brows lifted, then a disdainful smile curled at the corner of her mouth, thinking: plenty of people want to reach Mr. Zhang—who do you think you are?

Although she didn't say it out loud, the next moment Mr. Wang heard the cold laugh from the other end of the line, and his heart skipped a beat.

He had still been thinking about this too lightly and simply. Since things had reached this point, it meant that inside the New Moon Restaurant, Zhang Lin had no intention of making any contact with Wang Canghai or the Wang family.

Or rather, in the past, before Zhang Lin understood all this, he might well have actively reached out to both sides to get to the bottom of it.

Even knowing full well the other party wouldn't tell the truth, at least that would have let Zhang Lin read something from their tone and what they said, draw some surface-level analysis, and roughly get a sense of the situation—because Zhang Lin has always trusted his own judgment, not anyone else's.

That is The Weight Within It. But now, seeing the confident air Zhang Lin displayed up there in the New Moon Restaurant, everyone actually understood—

—some things had become nailed-down facts, no longer subject to any change. Thinking of this, Mr. Wang couldn't help but heave a sigh.

But since the call had been made, he had to press on resolutely. Yet just as he was about to speak, he heard the line had already been hung up on the other end, and Mr. Wang was left dumbfounded.

In his thinking, the person he was calling this time was Wu Ya, merely Zhang Lin's assistant. Even if Zhang Lin was proud, his assistant putting on that same haughty air alongside him wouldn't strike Mr. Wang as strange.

But the other party surely wouldn't be as decisive about it as Zhang Lin had been earlier. Based on that, he believed that even if Wu Ya showed him such disdain, in the situation afterward she would at least properly discuss with him what to do.

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