Chapter 507

What needs to be investigated still must be investigated; you should first greet Wang Daochen about this matter—he should be able to understand you.

In Liang Jingzhong's view, since Wu Changsheng is implicated, whether to investigate or not is a matter of principle; how could a matter of principle be subject to personal favoritism?

First greet Wang Daochen; this is respect for Wang Daochen.

Wang Daochen is not stupid; how could he risk his career over a petty secretary? In this matter, he will surely show understanding and support.

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Later, Lin Zhenhua will likely seek him out for a talk, and that is no trivial matter.

Liang Jingzhong laughed again: 'Don't overthink it; just get on with your work. Wang Daochen, after all, is a senior provincial official who understands the big picture and looks after the overall situation—he still has that awareness.'

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Actually, Lin Dongfan also knows in his heart that the red genealogy sits here; even if he doesn't greet Wang Daochen, what difference would it make to wipe out Wu Changsheng with a swipe of the knife?

His hesitation mainly stems from not wanting to make an enemy of the Lin Family.

As a reborn person who has lived two lives, Lin Dongfan clearly knows where Wang Daochen's life pinnacle lies—that is, a position capable of entering the core decision‑making circle.

Some things have changed because of his rebirth, for example Liang Jingzhong's fate.

But the overall trend of the nation's fortune has not changed.

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Secondly, Lin Dongfan no longer wants to continue; when he devised the 'Get Rich Quick Plan' last night, that omniscient, omnipotent rebirth exhilaration was a hundred times more stimulating than anti‑corruption work.

Lin Dongfan frankly said: 'My idea is this: after we apprehend Wu Changsheng, I will go apologize to Wang Daochen, then resign taking responsibility; at that point I will be free and he will have let go of his anger—a win‑win.'

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Liang Jingzhong thought he had misheard, looking at Lin Dongfan as if he were a lunatic.

He asked in surprise: 'Do you think the old man is reluctant to beat you? Although he is now 96 years old, a swing of his cane would break your leg without effort.'

'I'm afraid, so I want you to put a good word in his ear and persuade him to be more open.' Lin Dongfan stomped the brake, bringing the car to a halt at the traffic light, focusing on speaking and almost crossing the line.

Liang Jingzhong said glumly: 'The whole Lin Family expects you to take over; now you say you don't want to continue—isn't that courting death? Don't count on me to take a bullet for you; I don't have bronze skin and iron bones.'

Ah… I knew it; I can't rely on you.

Well then, tell me—if you're not going into politics, what do you want to do?

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Liang Jingzhong, Lin Dongfan

What you've said, I've thought about all of it, so I've been consolidating my rear base.

The so‑called rear base—if you mean my father‑in‑law Chu Jinsong and my mentor Luo Xiang, that goes without saying. Once I and your aunt die, they won't last many days either; they're all of the same generation.

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Then what other rear base do you have?

The patronage list I gave you back then—that is my rear base.

In nurturing rising power figures, Lin Dongfan has indeed never been vague.

Yang Qing, Su Yuhong, Jian Sining, Jian Qing

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Lin Dongfan said: 'Uncle, I really want to leave officialdom for business. Many things in the official sphere I cannot foresee; they're too complex. But finance and technology are different—I have a sure grasp of the big direction. Just like when I predicted the earthquake years ago, do you believe me? If I quit office for business, I will soon become the world's richest person.'

That's blowing your own horn too hard; it's unreliable.

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Fine, then let me prophesy a shortcut to riches: the current A‑share index is over 2100 points. I dare say the A‑share market will start a bull run now and can surge past 5100 points by next May.

The index surging 3000 points?

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Still, is it me who's stupid or you? Drive your car properly, watch the road, and in broad daylight stop having such unreliable daydreams.

Sure enough, the 'clever' uncle doesn't believe even a punctuation mark.

His gaze was like looking at a fool at Lin Dongfan, seeming a bit frustrated that iron won't become steel, while also carrying a faint smile full of contempt.

Lin Dongfan, Sha Ruijin

Last night, when I had dinner with Manager Ma, we talked about the C-round financing of 'Byte'.

Lin Dongfan originally had the life philosophy of making money together with the wealthy, and he told Manager Ma that 'Byte' would become a giant in the internet application services industry; unexpectedly, Manager Ma scoffed, having no intention to invest.

What a pity!

Even a big shot as impressive as Manager Ma can sometimes misjudge; 'Byte' is none other than the future Daddy of Douyin—how can you look down on it?

At that time, Lin Dongfan made a phone call to Yu Youwei, directly activating Zhengtong Capital's capital injection order.

This is just making money while lying down!

Is it difficult?

After thinking it over, Lin Dongfan felt the main problem lay in the prophecies—for example, predicting a bull market, the fulfillment time is a bit long, having to wait until May next year, so it can't take effect immediately.

Today is January 30, 2014; what major event recently can I prophesy to slap someone in the face?

My head hurts!

I simply can't remember.

From now on, whoever thinks a reborn person is an almighty emperor will be dragged out and given twenty lashes…

Lin Dongfan swallowed his frustration, putting all his strength into his feet; as he pressed the accelerator, the car's powerful thrust surged forward instantly.

Comrade Liang Jingzhong, sitting in the back seat, almost couldn't stay seated.

Can't you drive properly? I've criticized you a couple of times, and you're still not convinced—if the old man finds out you want to quit office for business, he'll skin you alive.

I remember now.

What did you remember? Don't make a fuss; if you have something to say, say it properly.

Can you drive?

No!

You can.

Lin Dongfan pulled the car over to the roadside and quickly undid his seatbelt.

Liang Jingzhong, sitting in the back, broke out in a black line: "What are you trying to do, kid? I'm a high‑ranking provincial official—do you really want me to be your driver? No decorum at all!"

I've arranged to meet Li Mingtang to discuss work; you drive yourself home.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Dongfan pushed the door open, jumped out, and took off faster than a rabbit.

Upon hearing that they were talking about work.

Liang Jingzhong, who had been a little upset, was relieved and let his worries go, his brows relaxing as he broke into a smile: "You little brat, you're still quite enthusiastic—this is exactly how a young cadre should be…"

He didn't realize that, on this New Year's Eve reunion day, Lin Dongfan had no mind to talk about work.

Enthusiastic my ass!