Chapter 470

The topic of this meeting was 'capturing the kidnapper Fan Donglin,' but in the end, the kidnapper turned out to be the 'enthusiastic helper' Fan the Philanthropist.

They wiped out Guo Lichun and Li Yongyuan, catching them completely off guard!

The bigwigs present all sighed after the meeting that Yu Huacheng was deeply hidden and his methods were ruthless! Haishan might really be about to change, and Guo Lichun has already been driven into a dead end.

But nobody knew that, in the half hour before the meeting, Yu Huacheng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, at a loss what to do.

That's why he was able to win this round.

It was entirely because Lin Dongfan had planned ahead, anticipating that Guo Lichun and the others would make a big fuss about Old Lady Huang's 'disappearance,' so he had earlier asked Jian Sining to find Huang Tao and record a video.

Yu Huacheng also only breathed a sigh of relief the moment he got the USB drive.

After the meeting ended, the first thing Yu Huacheng did upon returning to his office was to call Lin Dongfan back, the feeling of triumph evident on his face.

"Fan Chairman, good thing you were one step ahead; otherwise today's matter would really be impossible to settle."

While he was on the phone, the secretary suddenly walked over and knocked on the door, seemingly having something to report. Yu Huacheng waved him off, saying they could talk later.

The secretary understood and retreated, closing the office door on his way out.

Yu Huacheng continued the call: 'Today I took the opportunity to suspend Li Yongyuan on the spot. First, to bring his power under control and prevent him from mobilizing police for a counterattack. Second, to serve as a warning, making local officials understand that if anything really happened, Guo Lichun couldn't protect them either. This blow will make them somewhat wary, and they should then proactively cooperate with the Provincial Department's special task force.'

"Then that's good; I thank you on behalf of Chen Shaokang."

Lin Dongfan on the other end of the phone has already arrived at Haifeng Bank.

Because the institution renting the bank safe deposit box is the Haishen Foundation, without an authorization letter they cannot open safe deposit box No. 8, and he is currently negotiating with the bank staff.

Lin Dongfan added: 'If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first; I still have things to attend to on my end.'

"Wait a moment, don't rush to hang up."

"Anything else?"

"Guo Lichun and Li Yongyuan have suffered such a big loss today, and with their latent sense of crisis, they definitely won't just sit and wait for defeat; you must be vigilant."

"Thanks, I have bodyguards."

When it comes to security, Lin Dongfan's confidence is already maxed out.

Bodyguards are just the foundation of his security; a few days ago, his aunt Lin Yuzhi even had someone send over a bulletproof vest, which is military‑grade equipment.

His aunt said: 'If the old man doesn't nod, you don't even qualify to die.'

At that time Lin Dongfan lamented how tragic it was, tragically becoming the Lin family's key protection target; but after thinking it over, he felt it wasn't so bad.

At least if he messes up, someone will clean up after him, so he can act freely.

With just over a month until the New Year, his naïve sweet wife calls every day asking when he'll come home; this time, no matter what, he must wipe out Haishan's corrupt officials before the year ends.

Slaughtering pigs before the year ends fits well with local folk customs.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Dongfan turned and went back to the bank manager's office.

Manager Qian still wore an unyielding expression, insisting on seeing the Haishen Foundation's authorization letter before he would open safe deposit box No. 8, as if he were the only competent one in the world.

You're obstructing official duties!

You're a sand sculpture!

Because he couldn't reveal his true identity.

Lin Dongfan had no choice but to patiently explain: 'I'm not here to pry open the safe deposit box; I'm here openly to open it. I have the key to box No. 8—how is that not proper?'

"Who knows how you got that key? An authorization letter is required."

"You mean I'm suspected of theft?"

"That's what you yourself said."

"Look carefully, I'm Fan Donglin, chairman of Zhengtong Capital, worth several billion! I'm not going to give up my good life of calling the wind and summoning the rain to become a thief."

Moreover, it's not impossible that some wealthy tycoons indeed have certain peculiar hobbies.

Saying this, the earnest Manager Qian pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as if nothing in the world could escape his discerning eyes.

At that very moment, a impulse rose in Lin Dongfan's heart.

Lin Dongfan laughed and asked: 'Then guess what my biggest hobby is.'

"I'm not interested in playing riddles with you," Manager Qian said, pushing his gold‑rimmed glasses up his nose again, and bluntly issued the eviction order: 'If you don't have an authorization letter, please leave.'

"You're not interested, but I am!"

Before his words even finished, Lin Dongfan threw a punch; although he tried to restrain his force, he still shattered the other's glasses.

Manager Qian flew into a rage!

He slammed his palm on the table, stood up angrily, and said: 'Mr. Fan, this is a personal attack!'

"Bullshit! I don't need tonics, I never eat ginseng rooster! Come out here." Lin Dongfan grabbed Manager Qian's arm and dragged him all the way to the vault room, the broken glasses falling to the floor.

They reached the vault door.

Lin Dongfan pointed at the blast‑proof metal door and ordered: 'Open it!'

"You're robbing! Watch out…"

Manager Qian glared with both eyes and roared, just about to say 'Watch out I'll call the police!' when halfway through the sentence he took a punch to the left eye, clapped his hand over it, and winced in pain like a little grandson.

Lin Dongfan asked: 'Let me ask you one last time: the key in my hand was obtained through legal procedures—can I legally open safe deposit box No. 8 with it?'

"You're using violence to threaten me—how is that legal?!"

Manager Qian wanted to glare angrily at Lin Dongfan.

After glaring, he realized how much it really hurt! Even without a mirror he knew his left eye was surely bruised, a swelling hard to describe, tugging at every pain nerve.

"Just from that punch alone, you'd better not think you can walk away clean today; wash your ass and get ready for jail! If I don't sue you for robbing the bank vault, I'm useless!"

Manager Qian angrily pulled out his phone, preparing to call the police.

In an instant.

The phone was snatched by Lin Dongfan, slammed hard to the ground with a bang, its body and screen popping off, cracking like a spiderweb.

"You! …"

Qian Manager was so angry he couldn't find words to scold.

Lin Dongfan slapped his shoulder and asked solemnly: "There's a camera here, right? Guess why I dare to lecture you under the camera?"

"!!!"

Faced with Lin Dongfan's fearless demeanor, Qian Manager couldn't help but feel apprehensive, feeling that the other's words also made sense; if one had no background, who would dare to act in a bank?

Lin Dongfan patted his shoulder again and said: "A philosopher once said: time is life. You've already wasted a lot of my time today; wasting my time is wasting my life, which amounts to murder. In other words, you're attempting to murder me; if I punch you to death, that's justifiable defense—got it?"

"!!!"

Qian Manager was so startled his legs trembled, and he almost wet his pants.

He didn't say another word, turned and input the password for the insurance vault's blast-proof door: "I emphasize again, the authorization letter is an indispensable identity verification document! Now I'm being forced to open the door; I'm not doing it voluntarily!"