Chapter 132

That night, Lin Dongfan took over the Grass Hat Alley No. 37 courtyard.

Nanzhou Purple Bamboo Garden.

Xiao Yunce pointed at Secretary Bai Wentong's nose and shouted angrily: "Every day you act like the Resourceful Star; I wonder how capable you are—are you Wu Yong or useless?!?"

Bai Wentong lowered his head, trembling with fear.

He struggled to defend himself: "I've always had someone watching the No. 37 courtyard on Jing Erhuan. As soon as a client came to view the property, I immediately sent Li Hengbo flying to Jingcheng. This matter…"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Yunce's angry index finger was less than ten centimeters from Bai Wentong's nose tip.

This death‑filled instruction, invisibly exuding a terrifying coercive power, made Bai Wentong dare not raise his head, nor dare to fart randomly.

Tonight, the Purple Bamboo Garden's night air was chilly, and plants were coated with frost.

Xiao Yunce's words were equally ice‑cold, devoid of any warmth: "What's the point of making excuses? I hate people who know they're wrong but won't change. Since there's a hole right in front of you, why not just plug it? Now tell me clearly and plainly: do you even know how to plug a hole?"

"I know."

"Say, how do you plug it?"

"I'll make two preparations: first move, let the Lin surname die in Jingcheng, finishing it once and for all. If he's tough‑lucked, the only option is to send people to sneak into the No. 37 courtyard and move the stuff out."

"Officialdom isn't about fighting and killing."

"Well…"

"What's that 'well'? Look at your comprehension—I really want to slap you flat! Can you even say something like that? You have no subtlety at all—how did you become a secretary?"

"I understand."

"You understand but still don't go out to work—just standing here, what are you waiting for? Waiting for me to hand out red envelopes, or for me to give you a big scrotal pouch? It's New Year, use your head—you're the chief secretary, not constipation!"

"I know."

"I think you completely don't understand human speech—what do you know? You know jack shit! You know you don't need to use your brain to work? You know you just walk around with your butt stuck out waiting for someone to kick it?"

"If there are no further instructions, I'll head out first. Good night."

Bai Wentong left the Purple Bamboo Garden full of resentment, clearly feeling two sharp eyes staring at his butt from behind, wanting to kick him into outer space.

Fortunately, he wasn't truly useless; he still had some semblance of value.

That night.

Bai Wentong bought a first‑class ticket to Jingcheng, sparing no expense.

On the way to the airport.

Bai Wentong called Li Hengbo: "Li Hengbo, I'm not saying this to blame you, but you've lost miserably! Now you have the Executive backing you and the rich lady Gao Lu doting on you, yet you're still being played by Lin Dongfan like a puppet! You act like a clown—with just those tricks, how can you escape your cannon‑fodder fate…"

All of the above is merely groundwork.

Old Bai's intention is to push Little Li's anger to the peak, completely ignite his fighting spirit, and let him speed all the way on his path of revenge.

However…

Bai Wentong didn't realize that all of the Executive's counter‑kill plans were already anticipated by Lin Dongfan.

At this moment, in Jingcheng.

Under the pagoda tree in the military district compound, Lin Dongfan was also on the phone:

"Xiaofeng, your leave is cut short—report to Jingcheng tomorrow. Also, pick ten trustworthy comrades from your unit to come along."

"Mr. Lin, is there an important task?"

Previously, Xie Xiaofeng had been Chu Lingxi's dedicated bodyguard, accompanying her to Jingcheng. Only after Lin Dongfan came to Jingcheng to accompany Chu Lingxi did Xie Xiaofeng start his vacation.

Though called a vacation, he had actually taken only three days off so far.

If it weren't for the urgent matter.

Lin Dongfan also didn't want to call him back so soon; during the New Year, who wouldn't want to spend more time with family?

Lin Dongfan explained on the phone: "You're still responsible for protecting my wife; the others, help me guard a priceless courtyard house. When you pick people, be strict—their exact salaries are up to you. In other words, help me build a strong private guard unit, with you as captain."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your trust."

"We're brothers—no need for pleasantries. Follow me, and I'll guarantee your future is bright."

"Alright, I'll bring the team to Jingcheng tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting."

Lin Dongfan hung up after saying that.

Aunt Lin Yuzhi had been leaning against the doorway like a blossoming maiden, watching Lin Dongfan with interest.

Upon hearing Lin Dongfan say he wanted to form a private guard unit,

Lin Yuzhi smiled and asked: "Great nephew, are you underestimating your great aunt's strength?"

"Where does that come from?"

Lin Dongfan lit a cigarette; getting along with his utterly rebellious great aunt Lin Yuzhi had always been unrestrained, the smoke rings flowing freely.

Lin Yuzhi listed her strengths logically: "First, this is the heavily guarded military district compound—you're safe living here. Second, great aunt me, my ability to protect the young is no less than that of Nezha's master, Taiyi Zhenren. Under my watch, who would dare move you?"

"I'm forming a private guard unit not because I doubt your protective ability."

"Then what do you mean by this?"

"The No. 37 courtyard hides Magistrate Xiao's illicit goods, which could catch fire or be stolen at any moment—you can't very well send guards to rotate shifts there; that would look like misuse of public resources, since it's a private residence."

"You should directly report to your superiors, turn the No. 37 courtyard inside out to search for the contraband first—there's no need to privately hire guards to watch it."

"No, I want to use it as bait, waiting for them to make a move to steal the goods."

"Give me a reason."

"Think about it: even if I found the contraband now, I couldn't immediately prove it belonged to Magistrate Xiao. But if he sends people to steal it, the nature changes. This is 'waiting by the stump for a rabbit'—once I catch those thieves in one net, they'll all be accomplices, and under interrogation not a single one will peep."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be young yet so scheming."

"No can do—the Lin family's genes are too excellent; whether red blood cells, white blood cells, or cancer cells, they don't allow me to lack wit."

This hits the spot—let's go, Aunt will take you to the base to drive a tank.

Didn't you say you'd take me to fly a fighter jet?

That won't work.

Just now you said you were a True Person of Taiyi—look at how much a True Person of Taiyi gave Little Nezha? All kinds of magical treasures from the land, sea, and air battle zones.

Want to play with the model plane?

You think I'm three? If we're playing, let's play with a real fighter jet.

Flying a fighter jet, soaring through the ninety-thousand-li sky, piercing clouds and breaking mist—this is surely a dream many men have had, right? Lin Dongfan has also had such a daydream.

He felt that if he just held out a little longer, he could probably get the aunt to compromise.

Even if you can't actually soar in a fighter jet, just visiting the mysterious cockpit to broaden your horizons and get a feel for that military-industrial atmosphere should be fine.

Unexpectedly, Chu Lingxi suddenly called out, 'Honey, come here for a moment—Grandfather wants you.'

The aunt breezed off, saying, 'There's no point today—I can't spoil the old man's good deed; that'd be unfilial. Let's talk about the fighter jet another time.'

You're sure you want to be filial?

Lin Dongfan watched the aunt walk away, eyes wide, and the word 'shameless' popped into his mind—this is the Lin family's big shot, no wonder Secretary Liang wouldn't dare marry her.

The old man in the room is just plain bored stiff.

As soon as Lin Dongfan entered the room, he saw him wearing reading glasses, seriously flipping through the Xinhua Dictionary—you could tell with your toes he was surely thinking of a name for Chu Lingxi's unborn child.

Old man, don't bother—the boy's name will be Lin Chu, the girl's Lin Chu Chu.

Lin Dongfan lazily flopped onto the sofa.

The nanny promptly brought a steaming cup of ginseng tea and smiled, 'The names the young master picked are really nice.'

Your father is Lin Yuanchao, your uncle Lin Zhenhua—I chose those names myself; anyone hearing them knows they're descendants of Yan and Huang—isn't that impressive?

The old man adjusted his reading glasses, licked his fingertip with a bit of saliva, and kept flipping through the dictionary.

No need to say how energetic he is.

He flipped through the dictionary, scoffing, 'Lin Chu, Lin Chu Chu—so pretentious. The naming of my Lin family's descendants is up to me. You have no say—just sit and listen.'

The words hadn't yet faded.

That overbearing aura had already filled the entire house.

Lin Dongfan smiled faintly, striking an indifferent pose.

He thought, let whoever wants the naming right fight for it.

With this time, I might as well think about how to wage a covert war against Magistrate Xiao; having set up such a big scheme this time, I must thoroughly defeat Magistrate Xiao, making him roll in feces and urine, otherwise I'd be wasting all my talent.