Chapter 234

After listening to this load of bull, Lin Dongfan actually found himself a bit impressed with Director Li.

Clearly he wants to be a hands-off boss, yet damn he can still put on an air of righteousness, calling it: not wanting to steal the chance for young people to make their mark.

The fox remains old and crafty, and even this nonsense strength is not weak at all.

This is also pretty good.

A hands-off leader who cares about nothing is far better than a leader who nitpicks over every eyebrow and beard, loves to point and gesture; at least he doesn't disgust anyone.

As those Daoist masters say, ruling through non-action is the only way to have fun.

"Just leave it at that; you focus on your dream of resigning and getting rich, while I'll handle the knife‑mountain, fire‑sea, hornet‑nest stuff."

Lin Dongfan stood up and patted his butt.

On his way out he pocketed the two unopened packs of Heavenly Harmony cigarettes on the desk.

Li Mingtang immediately furrowed his worried brows: "These are mine I bought myself; today is my father‑in‑law's birthday. You're worth billions—how can you bear to take them?"

"This is your fee for the trouble of taking you stock‑trading; there's no free lunch in the world."

Although Lin Dongfan didn't turn around, he could guess how depressed Director Li had become—hah, a bureau chief who can only scrape together 5,600 yuan for stock trading, could he afford two packs of Heavenly Harmony?

No one would believe he bought them with his own money.

A few days ago he had already sunk all his private savings into the stock market; now he's probably so broke he can't even pull out a penny.

If it weren't for being tightly controlled by his wife and scared of poverty, he wouldn't be day‑dreaming about getting rich every day.

Hold it in!

When robbing an old fox, I don't know what it means to go easy.

Lin Dongfan strode out with a step that ignored all kin; as soon as he left the office he heard a mournful sigh. Turning back, he saw Director Li clutching his chest with one hand and holding a teacup with the other.

It seemed as if he were sustaining his life with tea.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help but laugh and ask: "What's the meaning of this? Actually putting on a melodrama."

"Peng Tianhua went with you to Wuzhou to seize Jia Yuzhang's illicit funds, swung the hammer a few times, and you personally gave him 200,000. Hearing that, I have to admit I'm a bit jealous of him—I only wish I were the one swinging the hammer. Back then I thought you were a generous guy, so why the change here…"

Before he finished speaking, Li Mingtang had already lifted his tea and drunk it, dispelling his inner gloom.

Lin Dongfan narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I can tell at a glance these two cigarettes are from a dodgy source."

"I really bought them myself." Li Mingtang explained with a stiff upper lip: "Last night I deliberately let the air out of my car tire, lied to my wife saying the tire had blown and needed replacing, and swindled her out of 2,000 yuan."

"Keep making it up."

"I'm not making this up; my father‑in‑law suffers just like me, tightly controlled by my mother‑in‑law. Usually he finds ways to help me, and today being his birthday I have to return the favor."

"Damn, your sense of righteousness almost moved me."

"Still don't believe me?"

"I don't."

"Then go on, lest I falsely report another car oil‑leak problem and swindle another 2,000 out of you."

"Alas… my poor director."

Lin Dongfan tossed the two packs of Heavenly Harmony back onto the desk.

He added a half‑sympathetic smile: "Yu Youwei, before she met me she slept in underground passages; now she's a petty bourgeois with over a million in assets. Xie Xiaofeng and Liu Wei, before they met me they were just petty security guards earning about 3,000 a month; now they've achieved the freedom to smoke Flower cigarettes. Want to consider joining me?"

"Aren't I already hanging out with you?"

Li Mingtang broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly realizing Lin Dongfan seemed to be deliberately taking a swipe at him, his direct superior, questioning his position.

Could it be because he appeared overly cautious on the issue of whether to investigate the Gao family conglomerate?

Thinking that,

Li Mingtang steadied himself and further declared: "Master Fan, I'm timid—please don't scare me. My formation has always been stable; I'm truly not the kind of wall‑grass that sways with the wind. Sometimes I lie still on the wall simply because I don't want to stand out. I just feel tired, lacking the drive I had in my youth."

"I'm feeling a bit dizzy..."

"Don't, the moment you say dizzy my little heart starts to flutter."

"I meant consider joining me in non‑work matters when I asked you to think about it—where did your mind go?" Lin Dongfan wore a speechless expression on the surface, but inside he was bursting with joy.

Seeing Li Mingtang laugh somewhat awkwardly, as if he had nothing to say.

Lin Dongfan chuckled again: "All right, at work you'll always be my esteemed Director. I'm returning these two cigarettes to you—may you strike it rich soon. Keep pushing; as long as you chase money recklessly, you'll surely be cleaned out by your wife, setting a new peak of poverty. Don't doubt it—this is the wisdom of our elders."

"!!!" Li Mingtang clutched his chest and issued a grim order: "Get lost—I don't want to see you again until you've taken down the Gao family conglomerate."

"Sure thing, wishing your wife Along life."

Lin Dongfan grinned and gave Li Mingtang a thumbs‑up.

Director Li finally couldn't hold back; in an instant he resembled an exploded porcupine, grabbing a folder and hurling it at Lin Dongfan: "Are you getting out or not! Are you getting out or not…"

He threw three folders in succession, only the first one hit Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan darted out faster than a rabbit, bursting into laughter as he left: "Hahaha, I'm out, Director take care! Don't miss me too much, I'm afraid your wife will get jealous…"

"Nutcase!"

Only now did Li Mingtang deeply realize he had seriously underestimated Lin Dongfan's alertness.

Just because he hesitated a bit over whether to investigate the Gao family conglomerate, this guy Lin Dongfan not only questioned his stance but also his integrity, constantly trying out new probing tactics.

Fortunately it was just a misunderstanding.

If he really had any fault, I fear Lin Dongfan would strike him down at once; this life of walking on thin ice—when will it ever end……

Thinking and thinking, Li Mingtang again felt like quitting his job.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Yu Youwei: "Little Yu, your boss Lin Dongfan made me so angry today I nearly burst a liver—punish you by recommending a heaven‑defying monster stock; I want to get rich."

"Director Li, your request has been received; I'll ask the boss for approval."

"Asking for approval over a trivial matter—why do you need to ask the boss to privately recommend stocks? Forget that nutcase; I just want to secretly get rich and develop low‑key."

"Sorry, if I don't have the boss's authorization I can't recommend stocks to you."

"Little Yu, little Yu, you really don't treat me as a friend—I am, after all, a director; give me some face, okay? When I make money later I'll pay your commission."

I have forwarded the information to my boss.

Xiao! Yu!

Even calling my mother wouldn't help; if you want to get rich overnight, you must first ask my boss.

The innocent Yu Youwei is now sitting in a quiet studio, the computer screen ahead showing a lush green stock market scene, the index plummeting.

Without the boss's precise guidance, who would dare to recklessly enter this bear market?