Chapter 445: Fan Ye's Movie Emperor-Level Performance

The so-called making Lao Ba go through trouble is just to have Lao Ba take action and get rid of Zheng Canghai.

Cai Yang, you smiling tiger!

Your heart is dark enough!

He doesn't want to bear a murder charge, so he incites others to act, letting him reap the fisherman's gain and snag the Dragon King's throne for himself.

Lin Dongfan put away his contempt, giving a faint smile: "The Fisherman's Port New City project is already mine. Recently the construction site hit a little snag, forced to stop work, but that's trivial. Put bluntly, Zheng Canghai is just a defeated subordinate of mine; now I'm the winner. Tell me, what reason do I have to relentlessly chase a defeated subordinate? What's in it for me to do that?"

The sea in his sight, huge waves crashing against the shore!

That magnificent, sweeping view mirrors Cai Yang's current mood—very excited! Fortunately, Lin Dongfan is willing to ask what's in it for him, because whenever it's about interests, there's room for negotiation.

Cai Yang steadied himself.

He patted his chest and assured Lin Dongfan: "I, Cai Yang, guarantee it with my life! As long as you get rid of Zheng Canghai and help me take the Dragon King's seat, from now on, anyone of your Fan Zong can walk freely in Haishan!"

"Boss Cai, do you have some misunderstanding about my abilities?"

In the midst of their talk, Lin Dongfan raised his right hand; Lao Ba, standing behind him, instantly understood and handed over a Brazilian cigar, then leaned in to light it for Lin Dongfan.

This domineering, awe-inspiring boss demeanor made Cai Yang feel inadequate, his expression growing noticeably tense.

After lighting the cigar, Lin Dongfan drew hard on it twice.

This smoke is no ordinary strong, but Fan Ye can handle it—coughing? Impossible! Otherwise, this big shot's aura would collapse, which would be embarrassing.

"I, Fan Donglin, may be young, but I have money and I have people. Whether it's the old Dragon King Zheng Canghai or the old Mayor Guo Lichun, those who wanted me dead ultimately couldn't do anything to me. Fan Donglin, if I want to strut across Haishan like a crab, do I really need you, Boss Cai, to cover my back?"

Lin Dongfan's tone was very calm, like chatting with an old friend.

Yet the confidence hidden in his words was as potent as the thick, sturdy cigar in his hand—capable of making someone flush and choke in an instant.

Cai Yang, who had been feeling good about himself, was clearly struck to the heart by that 'choke'.

Old Cai had to admit this fact:

Fan Donglin, he truly has strength!

Those who sharpened their brains trying to kill Fan Donglin, whether wielding open blades or hidden arrows, have so far only met miserable defeat!

The bigwigs of both official and business circles in Haishan.

Up to now, nobody has even figured out Fan Donglin's background; they only know he's from Jianglan, and know nothing else about him.

But Fan Donglin knows the backgrounds of these Haishan people inside out.

In this information asymmetry, Fan Donglin moves forward and backward with ease, and has readily allied with Yu Huacheng; given time, Haishan could very well become Fan Donglin's domain.

He struts across Haishan and indeed doesn't need to look at the Hai Long Hui's face.

Quite the opposite!

In the future!

The Dragon King of the Hai Long Hui may have to act according to Fan Donglin's face!

Thinking this through, Cai Yang's mood grew much heavier, a mix of feelings! He smokes Five-Leaf Divine, while Fan Donglin smokes a Brazilian cigar—just the aura of their smoking is on a completely different level.

Cai Yang simply stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

With a feeler‑stone mindset, he tentatively threw his sincerity at Lin Dongfan: "Fan Zong, I spoke without thinking just now—don't take it to heart. Otherwise, help me get rid of Zheng Canghai and prop me up onto the Dragon King's throne. I, Cai Yang, promise that once I'm in power, I'll unconditionally do one thing for you."

Unconditionally do one thing?

That's a pretty nice blank check—sounds good and carries weight.

Lin Dongfan's fingertips lightly tapped the cold stone tabletop—'tap… tap… tap…'—his eyes fixed on the vast, surging sea as he pondered.

The sea breeze swept through the corridor, swirling incinerator ash and scattering it in a spiral.

Cai Yang was not in a hurry either.

He narrowed his eyes, puffing on his cigarette, thinking confidently: A blank check is undoubtedly the greatest sincerity in the world! The other side can fill in whatever they want, and nobody can refuse such sincerity.

Just as both sides remained silent, the intermediary Han Zhang walked over.

Han Zhang held a bottle of red wine in his left hand and three tall wine glasses in his right; upon arriving he chuckled and poured wine for the two bigwigs: "Fan Zong, for Mazu's sake, give Lao Cai a hand. Lao Cai's rise will only benefit you, with no downsides—it's a great win‑win."

Hearing that, Lin Dongfan couldn't help but frown slightly.

At a glance you can see this guy Han Zhang is incorrigible—he had promised to go undercover, gathering dirt on the Hai Long Hui and the Hai Shen Ji Jin Hui, and now he's cozying up to Cai Yang, trying to profit from both sides.

This guy obviously hasn't realized:

What I aim to eradicate isn't just Zheng Canghai alone, but the entire Hai Long Hui organization and the corrupt officials involved—root and branch! Including Cai Yang.

But having said that, it's actually good that Han Zhang hasn't noticed this.

This shows that Lin Dongfan's concealed‑identity strength is still solid, his conglomerate path progressing smoothly; so far, nobody has guessed his other identity.

Thinking that, Lin Dongfan cheerfully lifted his red wine: "Since Director Han personally poured the wine, I owe him this face. Come, let's drink to our cooperation."

"Thank you, Fan Zong."

Cai Yang, excited, raised his red wine and clinked glasses with Lin Dongfan.

Han Zhang also raised his red wine, laughing as he clinked glasses with Lin Dongfan: "Thanks, Fan Zong, for giving me Han Zhang a bit of face—I'll drink first as a sign of respect."

Saying that, Han Zhang tipped back his neck and gulped the red wine like water, downing it in a few gulks—no surprise for a man over two hundred pounds, big‑bellied, thick‑waisted, with a deep throat.

Lin Dongfan and Cai Yang merely took a symbolic sip.

After setting down the wine cups.

Lin Dongfan picked up the Brazilian cigar again, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke thoughtfully: "Boss Cai, does Zheng Canghai's disappearance guarantee you the Dragon King's throne?"

"That's for sure—I won't let you down." Cai Yang could barely hide his excitement.

Lin Dongfan smiled and asked: "Mayor Guo Lichun, will he support you?"

"Once Zheng Canghai is gone, Guo Lichun will have no choice but to back me."

Seeing Lin Dongfan smile without speaking, Cai Yang couldn't fathom what he was thinking.

Considering that Lin Dongfan has already united with Yu Huacheng, regarding Guo Lichun as a mortal enemy.

Cai Yang quickly added: "Fan Zong, once I'm in power, if necessary I can also throw my lot in with Yu Huacheng's dock."

"Not bad awareness." Lin Dongfan smiled and probed the core issue on the anti-corruption front: "I've heard that the Sea God Foundation is your Sea Dragon Society's cash cow, treasure trove. Previously, the foundation's profits were shared among the Sea Dragon Society's three founders and Guo Lichun. After that, how do you plan to divide this piece of cake?"

"Don't worry about this, you won't miss your share." Cai Yang said: "After Zheng Canghai disappears, his share of the cake will go to you. Guo Lichun's share will go to Yu Huacheng."

"Haha, Boss Cai really knows how to divide the cake, come, let's finish this glass."

Lin Dongfan raised his glass again; on the road of acting, he's been speeding all the way, this awesome Emperor-level performance can be said to be utterly flawless.

Actually, he was thinking to himself: "Let loose and revel! The day the Sea God Foundation's secrets are exposed will be the day you trash get arrested!"