Chapter 471: with translation of chapter title

When Manager Qian obediently pushed open the vault's heavy metal blast door, Lao Ba sighed and teased: "In this world, some people just lack a beating in their five elements."

That comment summed it up perfectly.

Lin Dongfan gave Manager Qian a faint smile.

Striding forward, he said while walking: "People like this, before they feel any real pain, always like to put on airs and make things difficult for others. With just a sesame‑sized bit of power, they want to wield nuclear‑level control—if you don't get a beating, who will? Brothers give you face, treating you as the vault manager; if they don't give you face, you're nothing."

!!!

Upon hearing it, Manager Qian immediately knew who was being mocked, and his face flushed red with anger.

According to procedure, he should have accompanied Lin Dongfan to open Vault No. 8, but he didn't go; he pointed ahead and said, "Vault No. 8 is over there—you open it yourselves."

Lin Dongfan said nothing more and walked straight toward Vault No. 8.

Lao Ba followed closely behind.

At that moment, Manager Qian quickly exited the vault and shut the financial blast door, locking Lin Dongfan and Lao Ba inside.

Having done all that.

Still seething, Manager Qian finally let out a smug smile: "I'm nothing, you think you're something? Just wait to die!"

He returned to the office, picked up the desk phone, and dialed Zheng Canghai's number.

From the phone came the voice of Zheng Canghai's daughter, Zheng Qingxuan: "Hello, who is this?" The unfamiliar voice made Manager Qian start, wondering if he had dialed the wrong number.

He hung up, carefully checked the phone book, and dialed the number again.

Again Zheng Qingxuan's voice came through: "Who exactly are you? Was the signal bad just now? Why did you hang up without speaking?" She was very polite.

The number was correct; it seemed he had misunderstood.

Manager Qian collected himself and replied, "Hello, I am the vault manager of Haifeng Bank, my surname is Qian. May I speak with Mr. Zheng? Please have him take the call; I have an urgent matter to discuss."

"My father isn't home; you can tell me whatever you need." Zheng Qingxuan replied.

Manager Qian looked hesitant: "This…"

"Is it inconvenient to speak? My father has retired from business; now I handle all matters. Do you not trust me, or do you not trust my father?" Zheng Qingxuan said.

Manager Qian hastily said, "Miss Zheng, you've misunderstood—I don't distrust you. Here's what happened: just now, Zhengtong Capital's Chairman Fan Donglin, accompanied by his bodyguards, came to open Vault No. 8. I couldn't stop them, and that bastard surnamed Fan beat me up. Now I've locked them inside the vault—this is a perfect chance to get rid of them."

Zheng Qingxuan: "……!!!"

Manager Qian waited a moment, looking puzzled: "Miss Zheng, are you still listening? Why is there no sound?"

"I'm listening." Zheng Qingxuan replied.

Manager Qian then said, "Please tell me how to deal with them specifically, Miss Zheng; I will fully cooperate on my end."

"Fan Donglin's bodyguards are formidable; don't act rashly, wait for me to arrive," Zheng Qingxuan said.

Manager Qian nodded repeatedly: "All right, I'll wait for you."

Haifeng Bank's vault is a sealed space, 12 meters long, 8 meters wide, 4 meters high, with an inner layer of 10‑centimeter‑thick bullet‑proof steel plate and an outer layer of 20‑centimeter‑thick reinforced concrete.

The ventilation system is controlled externally; under normal conditions it exchanges air three times per hour.

As long as the ventilation system is not shut off.

Those inside will not temporarily suffer from oxygen deprivation or suffocation.

Manager Qian went to the restroom and glanced in the mirror; seeing the shocking bruise on his left eye, he felt like killing Lin Dongfan.

It really fucking hurts!

Even a light touch feels like an electric shock.

Back in the office, Manager Qian kept thinking it over and felt unwilling; before he could finish off Lin Dongfan, he had to let him experience a physical attack as well.

"You bastard, stop pretending—you'll suffocate!"

Saying that, Manager Qian shut off the vault's ventilation system.

After thinking it over.

He felt it still wasn't enough; the remaining air inside would suffice for Lin Dongfan and Lao Ba to breathe for 15 minutes, meaning they would not feel suffocated within that time.

And Zheng Qingxuan was very likely to arrive within those 15 minutes.

Thinking this, Manager Qian gave a grim smile: "Go die, you two!" Indeed he pressed the red button under the desk—the liquid nitrogen controller!

Once activated, this button will spew out liquid nitrogen at –196 °C from the grille.

Inside the vault.

Lin Dongfan had already opened Vault No. 8, taken out the Sea God Foundation's dividend list and ledger, and was examining the contents with full concentration.

Beside him, Lao Ba suddenly let out a tremendous sneeze.

It startled Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan raised his hand, wiped his face, and said, "Could you at least give a warning before you sneeze next time? You sprayed me in the face—disgusting."

"Don't you feel something's off?" Lao Ba asked.

Lin Dongfan lowered his gaze to the ledger in his hand: "Nonsense—Qian locked us in here; there's no cell signal, calling heaven or earth does no good—how could it not be off?"

"I'm not talking about that; I mean, don't you feel a bit cold?"

Lao Ba hunched, shivering, rubbing his arms for warmth; in just a moment, goosebumps rose from the cold.

He looked around, but couldn't see where that terrifying chill was coming from.

Lin Dongfan, however, understood at once: "Endure it—Qian is releasing liquid nitrogen."

"Liquid nitrogen?" Lao Ba said doubtfully: "A bank vault has a liquid‑nitrogen system? Are they toxic? Why would they use this stuff?"

Lin Dongfan patiently explained:

"High‑end vaults usually have temperature‑ and humidity‑control systems; liquid nitrogen is used to quickly cool and store temperature‑sensitive valuables such as antique paintings, electronic chips, etc."

"It's also for fire‑prevention needs."

"When smoke detectors are triggered, the liquid nitrogen automatically discharges, rapidly lowering the oxygen concentration inside the vault to suppress fire."

"At the same time it cools the metal structure, preventing deformation."

Hearing this, Lao Ba couldn't help but glance at Lin Dongfan again, admiration rising on his face, thinking, "A big shot is a big shot—knows astronomy and geography—but I wonder if he's cold."

The temperature inside the insurance vault should have dropped to several tens of degrees below zero.

The temperature change is visible to the naked eye!

Because water molecules in the air were condensing, white frost formed on Lin Dongfan's eyebrows and hair! Yet this guy calmly flipped through the Sea God Foundation's accounts, not even shivering.

Unbelievable!

Lao Ba asked curiously, "You're not cold?"

"Saying I'm cold, what good would that do? Would you take off your undershorts to give me as a scarf?" Lin Dongfan gave him a sideways glance, making Lao Ba burst into laughter.

Lin Dongfan shook his head and sighed, "Even an annual salary of ten million has gone to waste. I hired you at a sky-high price as a bodyguard, yet you're utterly unreliable when it counts."

Don't give me that.

Lao Ba wiped his nose with his hand, then continued to shiver, hugging his freezing arms: "Blocking bullets for you is no problem at all, but! Taking off my pants to make a scarf—no way."

"Want to huddle together for warmth?" Lin Dongfan gave an evil smile.

Lao Ba stared in shock at his lascivious smile, instinctively stepping back two paces: "Stay calm, don't come over—I'm a decent guy! I swear I won't do anything about your sister-in-law."