Chapter 655: with translation of chapter title

In Lin Dongfan's eyes, the old master is a complete old stubborn; and discussing ideals and ambitions with a dictatorial old stubborn is nothing but asking for trouble.

The old master doesn't care how much effort you've put into Zhengtong Capital, nor whether, after handing Zhengtong Capital over to the Baiyue Province SASAC, it will become a 'money-losing' enterprise.

The old master only wants the Lin Family's reputation.

To uphold the two words 'reputation', the old master can even sacrifice the Lin Family's interests, sacrifice the lifelong ideals and ambitions of the Lin Family's younger generation.

Sometimes, Lin Dongfan also sincerely admires the old master, admires the older generation of the proletariat; for the sake of the family and country's great cause, they toil silently, selflessly dedicating everything they have.

But when it comes to Zhengtong Capital, Lin Dongfan simply cannot bring himself to compromise.

Not compromising isn't about wealth.

Rather, he doesn't want to watch helplessly as Zhengtong Capital, a rising tech star, mutates into a wormhole riddled with holes.

Having worked in Baiyue Province for so long, and having dealt with those people from the Baiyue Province SASAC, Lin Dongfan knows exactly what kind of people they are.

Some officials seek wealth, some seek power, some just seek a stable life, but nobody tries to turn a company into a world-class tech giant.

In the eyes of those bureaucrats, taking big steps is also a kind of illness.

Taking big steps means bearing risk; risk will affect one's progress—and they certainly won't roll up their sleeves and work hard on anything that hinders progress.

For example, last year Lin Dongfan poured heavy investment into the 'space exploration' sector, building a low-orbit internet satellite constellation plan. Put bluntly, it was based on his past-life memories, copying Musk's work—Starlink. He wanted to get ahead of Musk's Starlink launch, laying groundwork early to gain a strategic edge.

Within ten years, the Starlink plan's net profit can grow at a rate exceeding 300%.

But in the eyes of those bureaucrats, the Starlink plan is something very unreliable.

If they were to make this decision, there would be no suspense—just put this investment proposal on the table and it would be unanimously rejected right away.

Now Lin Dongfan is out of options—whether he quits politics for business himself or lets his wife take over Zhengtong Capital, the old master vetoes it with a single vote.

After thinking it over, the only option is to find another trustworthy person to take over Zhengtong Capital.

The first person Lin Dongfan thinks of is the sunny-type beauty Su Yuhong.

At the end of last year, Lao Ba, out of righteousness, entered a sham marriage, completing marriage registration with Su Yuhong, becoming a husband and wife in name only.

Not long after, Su Yuhong smoothly rose to become the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee of Huayu District, Wuzhou City.

Now wanting Su Yuhong to quit politics for business, it's unknown if she has that interest. Many things can't be clarified over the phone, so Lin Dongfan, accompanied by Lao Ba, personally goes to Wuzhou for a face-to-face talk.

"Straight to her office?"

As soon as the car got onto the highway, Lao Ba asked Lin Dongfan for his opinion.

Lin Dongfan, sitting in the back seat, was hugging his phone sending a message, and replied: "She's still in the city doing a political and legal work report; first take me to Hanbi Mountain Villa, then you can turn around later to pick her up."

"Okay."

This passionate, fiery summer, Wuzhou is also hot like a furnace.

The air is steaming with heat waves.

Lao Ba sent Lin Dongfan to Hanbi Mountain Villa, then turned the car to go to the city government to pick up Su Yuhong. Lin Dongfan also couldn't withstand the scorching sun; after getting out of the car, he headed straight for the main gate of Hanbi Mountain Villa.

This is a well-known high-end hotel in Wuzhou, whose environment blends the beauty of Chinese gardens.

Lin Dongfan had just reached the antique-style gate when a sharply dressed man in a suit stretched out his hand to block his path: "We're not receiving guests today."

Lin Dongfan glanced him up and down, and immediately felt something was off.

The staff at Hanbi Mountain Villa wear uniform attire—women in cheongsams, men in Tang suits—emphasizing a harmony of person and scenery in Chinese style.

And this guy blocking the road, wearing a suit in the scorching heat, definitely has something wrong with him.

Obviously he is not a staff member of Hanbi Mountain Villa.

Lin Dongfan asked with a smile: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am; go back where you came from!" The suit-clad man wore a look of arrogance, not even deigning to glance at Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan patiently replied with a smile: "Do you have your eyes on top of your head? You don't know how to look people in the eye? Is Hanbi Mountain Villa your family's? You say no entry, then just let us in."

This series of questions seemed to hit the suit man's anger point.

The suit-clad man coldly warned Lin Dongfan: "Manager Li is dining inside; he doesn't like being disturbed—did you understand?! I advise you to be sensible, don't go looking for trouble for no reason!"

"Which Manager Li? With such airs, let's hear it."

In the midst of chatting and laughing, Lin Dongfan leisurely took out a cigarette, lit it, and had no intention of slipping away with his tail between his legs.

The suit-clad man's face darkened with anger: "Give face, don't take face—you're looking for trouble, right?!"

"You damn well block my path, won't let me go in to enjoy the air conditioning, then turn around and say I'm looking for trouble. Do you think I'm a dog and I have to avoid you? To be frank, I've had my rabies shot."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan held the cigarette in his mouth and slowly rolled up his white sleeve.

The slang is "roll up your sleeves and work hard!"

Upon seeing this posture, the suit-clad man immediately burst out with profanity: "Give face, don't take face—his mother's seeking death!" Before his words finished, his fist already slammed toward Lin Dongfan's cheek.

The force seemed strong, but unfortunately the speed of his swing couldn't keep up with Lin Dongfan's rhythm.

Lin Dongfan sidestepped and countered, punching the suit man's cheek. Accompanied by a grunt of pain, the man's head tilted and he fell to the ground on the spot.

"KO!"

"That's how simple it is."

At that moment, Lin Dongfan's white sleeve had only been rolled up halfway.

Lin Dongfan looked down at the suit man lying on the ground, rolling up his sleeve while expressing sympathy: "Sorry, I really didn't know you couldn't take a punch; I hit a bit hard—did a few teeth fly out just now?"

"……！！！"

The suit-clad man struggled to push himself up, his eyes blazing with fury; he didn't even know exactly how many teeth had flown out, he only knew his mouth tasted bloody and greasy.

What made him even angrier was that a foot suddenly stepped on his back.

The body he had barely managed to prop up.

Was stepped on again and forced to the ground.

At the same time, a sarcastic sympathetic voice came from his ear: "Don't rush to get up and join the fun; the ground is cool, you can lie a bit longer. Rest assured, I never bully those who prostrate themselves before me."

"……！！！"

One hundred thousand grass mud horses, galloping and neighing inside the man in a suit's body, he just couldn't figure it out—this guy looks like a pretty boy, how is his strength so terrifying?

The man in a suit, wanting to cry but no tears, explained: "Brother, can you loosen your foot? I'm having a bit trouble breathing. Really... really it's Manager Li dining inside, I stopped you for your own good, he really doesn't like being disturbed......"

"Which Manager Li?" Lin Dongfan asked.

The man in a suit, his face red and neck thick from holding back: "The Manager Li of the Rebirth Group—Li Hengbo."