Chapter 208: Sudden Wealth, About to Be Called In

He took a blow, was hospitalized for three days, and even after returning to work he was still criticized.

Peng Tianhua felt especially wronged.

That's a killer, a cold-blooded murderer who kills without blinking and eats people without salt! I lost to him in violence— isn't that perfectly normal?

That kind of despicable groin‑kick and head‑blow— I couldn't do it even if I wanted to.

I'm a civil servant drone; discipline is etched into my bones!

It's like dancing with shackles on your feet— it seriously hinders my normal performance; me accidentally ending up in the hospital is completely normal!

Peng Tianhua seethed with resentment and came up with a plan to make amends: "Director Lin, I have a scheme that will surely turn the tide."

"Go on."

Lin Dongfan brewed a cup of tea and poured himself a drink.

Peng Tianhua confidently proposed: "Simple— just let Huang Suying go home and we'll set a net at her house; the assassin will surely walk into it."

Lin Dongfan looked up, headache pounding: "Is your brain addled from that blow? Or… take a few more days off to recover at home?"

Hearing that, Peng Tianhua was a bit dazed.

Throwing out heavy bait to catch a big fish— isn't that a top‑tier strategy? I don't get it; I truly don't understand the basis of Director Lin's contempt, blindly disparaging for no reason.

Peng Tianhua touched his bandage‑wrapped head.

He replied sullenly: "Under your wise leadership I've now realized—I will not take leave; I'd rather die at my post."

"Damn, that ass‑kissing really feels good."

Lin Dongfan laughed and drank a cup of tea; his mood indeed improved considerably.

Old Peng, after all, is a deputy division chief, older than me, and can brazenly say such shameless things— he really does have a bit of insight.

Lin Dongfan set down his teacup.

He leisurely analyzed the situation: "One, the killer has a gun— putting Huang Suying up front as bait is too risky. Two, the killer is a criminal; catching him is the Public Security's job, not ours in the Anti‑Corruption Bureau. Three, we only need to protect the witness and apprehend Shen Bing."

"I understand all that you said, the key is…" Peng Tianhua trailed off, because Xu Qing knocked and entered the office.

"Director Lin, notice from above: meeting at three this afternoon."

The mature‑beauty married woman Xu Qing was like a moving vista— beautiful! Full breasts, ample hips, a willow waist; as she walks, her butt sways left and right, just like a model.

Seeing this, Peng Tianhua couldn't help but glance at the sexy beauty with the corner of his eye.

He was staring, entranced.

Suddenly a warning signal from Lin Dongfan sounded in his ear: "Ahem!"

Peng Tianhua jumped, his whole body shuddering.

He hastily straightened up: "Director Lin, I fully agree with those three points you just made. If there are no further instructions, I'll take my leave— you two keep talking."

"Keep Huang Suying safe— if anything happens again, I'll deal with you."

"Rest assured, I'd rather die than let anything happen to her."

As Peng Tianhua turned and left, he truly kept his eyes forward, as if he had grasped God's highest command— Xu Qing is a forbidden species; looking is a sin!

This made Xu Qing feel weird.

After Peng Tianhua walked away, Xu Qing chuckled and asked Lin Dongfan: "What's wrong with Old Peng? I haven't offended him, yet he treats me like air."

"He's already embraced you in spirit."

Lin Dongfan refilled his cup of tea; this stuff, like the mature woman before him, has the function of refreshing the mind.

Seeing Xu Qing standing ahead, not moving.

Lin Dongfan asked in surprise: "Anything else?"

"Big matter."

Xu Qing turned, shut the office door, and then sat down opposite Lin Dongfan.

Seeing Lin Dongfan only drinking tea, not speaking.

Xu Qing couldn't help but launch straight into the topic: "Director Lin, how can you still have the mood to drink tea? I heard someone wrote a complaint to the Commission for Discipline Inspection accusing you."

Hearing that, Lin Dongfan gave a faint smile, completely unbothered.

The matter of the complaint.

He himself had also gotten wind of it.

He owns two courtyard homes on Jing Erhuan and two on Jing Sanhuan; thanks to the relentless efforts of trader Yu Youwei, his bank‑card balance has now exceeded five hundred million.

And that number keeps growing.

Such terrifying wealth.

It really makes people jealous.

The complaint incident occurred after the assassin's failed attempt on Huang Suying—that is, two days ago; Bureau Chief Li has already spoken with him about it, and it's likely the people from the Oil Chain are behind it.

Lin Dongfan replied with an unconvinced smile: "I haven't taken a penny, I'm not corrupt— I'm not afraid of being bitten."

"Is the rumor that you have several billion in assets true or false?" Xu Qing was curious about the truth; the office crowd had been gossiping about this for the past two days.

Lin Dongfan deliberately kept them in suspense: "If it's real, it can't be fake; if it's fake, it can't be real."

"Director Lin, that's wrong of you." Xu Qing said with a teasing smile: "You have a legit way to get rich, yet you don't bring me along— not loyal."

Seeming teasing, but actually probing for the truth.

Lin Dongfan laughed: "Your parents gave you such sex appeal— you don't need to strive yourself; just find a wealthy man to marry, and you'll instantly become a rich lady."

"Come on, I've already been divorced once." Xu Qing said with a self‑mocking smile: "My failed marriage taught me one truth: making money is more reliable than chasing men."

"Quick, rein in your bravado— your tiger‑wolf words are too fierce; I, the junior, can't withstand them."

Lin Dongfan greatly appreciated Xu Qing's personality; he suddenly felt her character was somewhat like that of the sunshine‑type beauty Su Yuhong, but she is more mature.

Su Yuhong loves money and also loves handsome guys.

Xu Qing, who has stumbled in marriage, is now more single‑minded; she now loves only money.

Lin Dongfan wrote Yu Youwei's phone number on a piece of paper: "Stock trading, right? Go find Xiao Yu, she's a friend of mine, a professional trader. From now on, whatever stocks she buys, you buy the same stocks."

Xu Qing took the phone number and gave it a look.

She asked incredulously, "Is this your get-rich-quick secret?"

"Don't pry so much."

Lin Dongfan reminded Xu Qing meaningfully: "If you want to trade stocks, go find her; as for whether you can transform into a wealthy lady, that depends on your own abilities—you need to win over Xiao Yu."

"Sure, once I strike it rich, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Xu Qing left Lin Dongfan's office, phone number in hand, feeling excited.

This is Lin Dongfan's world now.

Before the prime minister's gate are officials of the third rank.

In Lin Dongfan's view, even a small trading assistant under him—Yu Youwei—Yu Youwei—should stand at a height looked up to by tens of thousands.

And as for Ye Jiaying, whose status is even higher than Yu Youwei's, that goes without saying.

Lin Dongfan took out his phone and sent Ye Jiaying a message: "You've accumulated enough capital now; has the matter of quitting your job to start a business been put on the agenda?"

"Not yet; I plan to bring up the resignation after General Manager Shang finishes the celebration banquet, so it's a proper beginning and end." Ye Jiaying replied quickly, adding a playful smile emoticon.

Lin Dongfan replied: "Register two companies: one to enter the entertainment sector; one to enter the technology sector, laying the groundwork early to develop artificial intelligence and AI technology."

"Got it, I'm already putting together a team."

"Then that's good."

"The script for 'Very Awkward' is yours; the day after tomorrow, will you come to the wrap-up celebration banquet?"

"We'll see then."

Shen Bing will return to China the day after tomorrow and attend Shang Media Company's celebration banquet.

By then Lin Dongfan will have to go to the banquet to nab someone.

He will definitely attend.

But regarding work matters, it's inconvenient to disclose them to outsiders—not even to someone he trusts deeply; that's a matter of principle.