I've seen people with thick skin before, but I've never seen anyone with skin this thick.

"Ziqiang, what do you think?"

After hearing Zhong Weide's words, Lin Dong did not get angry, but instead smiled and handed the problem over to Zhang Ziqiang.

He was eager to see how his subordinate would handle the situation.

"Director Zhong, right? Why don't you say that to Ou Chaoyuan of the Chao Gang?"

Zhang Ziqiang coldly retorted, "Damn it, what's there to talk about with the cops?"

“Boss Zhang, you are newcomers from outside the area. The Chao Gang has been operating in the English Casino in Macau for 3 years.”

Faced with Lin Dong's indifference and Zhang Ziqiang's questioning, Zhong Weide forced a calm response.

"You mean, England will always belong to the Chao Gang, and outsiders can't take it away?"

Zhang Ziqiang almost laughed out of anger. He spread his hands and leaned back contemptuously.

“In England, there are not only the Chaozhou gang, but also the Bamboo Gang,” Zhong Weide reminded.

"Hahaha... The Chao Gang and the Bamboo Gang, do they think they can control everything in Macau?"

Having seen many grand occasions, Zhang the Thief King laughed a few times, then his voice turned cold:

Are you threatening me?

“Boss Zhang, I’m just reminding you guys, I don’t care who’s running the casinos in Macau, but whatever you do, don’t cause any trouble.”

"Great! Once I cripple the Chao Gang and the Bamboo Union, naturally no one will dare to cause trouble!"

"Zhang Ziqiang, you're playing with fire!" Zhong Weide roared, standing up and glaring at him.

"What, are you afraid I can't handle this?" Zhang Ziqiang retorted with a cold laugh, showing no sign of backing down.

“Very well, if your Dragon Gang really wants to continue causing trouble, I will arrest as many as they come.”

"Arrest us? Go ahead, you're just afraid your place won't be big enough to hold us..."

"you......"

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Seeing that the two were getting into a heated argument, Du Yupeng quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Please be patient, both of you. Why don't you listen to Mr. Lin's opinion first?"

Yes, the real boss behind the Dragon Gang hasn't made a statement yet, so why are the two of them arguing?

Zhong Weide sat down somewhat awkwardly, turning his gaze to Lin Dong:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I was rude just now."

"You're the most powerful person in the Dragon Gang, what do you mean?"

Lin Dong smiled without saying a word, picked up his teacup, and slowly savored the tea.

Top-quality old-tree Pu'er tea has a mellow taste that leaves a lasting impression.

The reception room fell silent instantly; no one dared to utter a sound.

Outside, a fresh breeze carrying the scents of trees and the bay blew in, swirling among the group, but gradually turning into a sense of oppression.

At this moment, everyone present finally understood what it meant to have the imposing aura of a great person.

After a long while, Lin Dong spoke:

Do any of you enjoy art? Or, to put it another way, do any of you have a habit of appreciating famous paintings?

Everyone was completely bewildered.

"The painting hanging on the wall is called 'Wheat Field with Reapers,' a masterpiece by the famous 19th-century Dutch painter Vincent van Gogh."

"Please take a look, everyone. What do you see?"

Everyone was even more confused.

However, under Lin Dong's powerful mental control, they all turned their gazes to the living room wall.

On the thick, smooth wall hangs an oil painting.

The image shows a vast expanse of undulating golden wheat fields.

Golden ears of wheat sway in the wind.

It's like an ocean, and also like a plain covered in gold.

A lone figure is bending over to harvest.

The distant hills are an odd blue, with a few simple farmhouses sparsely peeking out from their rooftops.

The sky above the mountaintop glowed green, and a sun shaped like an egg yolk hung alone high in the sky.

......

The four people sitting in the living room knew absolutely nothing about appreciating paintings, let alone having much artistic talent.

But strangely, at this moment, their minds seemed to be drawn to some external force.

They stared intently at the famous painting on the wall, and soon, a look of understanding appeared on their faces.

"Do you think this painting depicts autumn, or the harvest season?"

Lin Dong's voice rang out softly.

“Autumn... is of course also the harvest season,” Ling Qianyi answered subconsciously.

"Indeed, since it's harvest season, why is there only one person wielding a sickle to harvest wheat in the field?"

"What about the others?"

"Is everyone else inside? Or does this wheat field belong to him alone?"

"What is the painter trying to tell us? That the world we reap is so wonderful, yet only one person is entitled to possess it?"

......

Most of Van Gogh's paintings were created during his mental breakdowns, but the profound meanings they contain often resonate deeply with people.

"Humans are selfish. It is because of their desires and interests that they fight and kill."

"To stop a struggle is as ridiculous as stopping a man from liking a beautiful woman or stopping a farmer from liking a wheat harvest."

"Director Zhong, do you understand?"

Lin Dong's last few words, like a morning bell and evening drum, awakened Zhong Weide, who was still struggling in confusion.

“I…I think I understand,” Zhong Weide said bitterly.

"Mr. Lin, if I may be so bold as to ask, how many people do you plan to lose this time?"

Du Yupeng sighed inwardly and asked with a heavy heart.

"You should ask it like this: How many people do the Chao Gang and the Zhu Lian Gang have to fill in this time?"

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