Lin Yaodong sat on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, his face ashen, his lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a word.
The other two, however, seemed to be frozen in place, not daring to utter a sound. They simply lowered their heads, staring intently at the tea in their teacups, as if some earth-shattering secret was hidden within the tea. They were completely in a daze.
At this moment, the entire room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The oppressive atmosphere was like an invisible hand tightly gripping everyone's throat, making them even careful with their breathing.
No one dared to break the silence easily, for fear of accidentally offending the big boss, Lin Yaodong.
However, in this deathly silence, Du Shang's gaze would always involuntarily drift across the living room and stealthily toward the tightly closed door inside.
His movements were somewhat furtive, as if he were afraid of being discovered watching the room. But at the same time, a pitiful expression appeared on his chubby face, as if he were hiding endless worries in his heart.
Despite the unusually cold weather outside, with the howling wind whistling past the window, Du Shang's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat. These beads slid down his round cheeks, one after another, quickly soaking the collar of his shirt.
Even if he is obese and sweats easily, such a large amount of sweat is still puzzling.
Lin Yaodong, who had been silent all along, naturally wouldn't miss this small detail. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, forming a faint smile, and then turned his gaze to the room with interest, asking softly, "What, are you worried?"
Upon hearing Lin Yaodong's question, Du Shang trembled, frantically pulling a towel from his pocket and quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead. While wiping, he chuckled dryly and replied, "Uncle Dong, what are you saying? I... I have nothing to worry about!"
After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at the closed door again, his anxiety becoming more and more obvious.
"Don't worry."
Lin Yaodong gave a curt reply, then closed his eyes again and remained silent. The room fell into a deathly silence once more, broken only by Du Shang's rapid breathing.
Not long after, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open from the inside without warning, making a dull sound.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from behind the door. This person was wearing a well-tailored suit, with white hair and blue eyes. Although he looked to be in his sixties or seventies, he exuded a vibrant energy that belied his age.
The old man walked out of the door with steady steps, and while doing so, he reached out and gently straightened his collar before heading straight for where Lin Yaodong was sitting.
Once they were closer, a kind smile appeared on his face, and he spoke first: "Mr. Lin!"
Seeing this, Lin Yaodong smiled slightly, quickly poured a cup of tea for the guest in front of him, and pushed the teacup towards him.
"Mr. White Lantern, how was your trip?"
"Well, I must say, the land of China is truly vast and boundless, and its alleyways and lanes are intricate, narrow, and long. This huge contrast and unique charm is truly captivating and irresistible, hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong couldn't help but smile knowingly, but he didn't say anything more.
However, upon hearing this, Du Shang, who was standing to the side, instantly reddened his eyes, clearly agitated.
He knew what Bai Deng meant by those words, but he still tried his best to maintain that obsequious and fawning demeanor, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Bai Deng, how is my wife doing now?"
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just a little dizzy."
Upon hearing this, Du Shang quickly apologized to Lin Yaodong and Bai Deng, "Oh, in that case, Uncle Dong, I'll excuse myself and go visit Madam."
Lin Yaodong nodded slightly in agreement.
After he finished speaking, the man called Bai Deng leisurely picked up a steaming cup of tea, slowly walked to Zhang Chunfang's side, and sat down next to her.
His deep eyes, like two blazing flames, would occasionally gaze upon Zhang Chunfang's graceful figure, making no attempt to conceal the burning desire within them.
Faced with such blatant stares, Zhang Chunfang simply responded with a faint smile.
But deep within her seemingly calm heart lay a deep contempt and disdain for this foreign man. She knew perfectly well that she was not some chaste and virtuous woman, but even so, she would never easily get involved with these foreigners.
After all, she wasn't like that guy named Du Shang, who could do something as shameless as entrusting his wife and children to someone else.
Just then, Lin Yaodong, who had been silently observing everything, suddenly stood up: "Hehe, Mr. Bai Deng, you really are as fond of married women as ever."
Having said that, he extended his right hand and patted Bai Deng's shoulder lightly, while continuing meaningfully, "However, old buddy, what truly binds us together is interests!"
Although not explicitly stated, the implication is quite clear: Zhang Chunfang is different from Du Shang; she can bring them enormous benefits.
Bai Deng seemed to realize that his behavior just now was a bit out of line, so he quickly composed himself, withdrew his gaze from Zhang Chunfang, and shrugged casually, explaining, "Oh dear, Ms. Zhang is just too beautiful and charming. I just glanced at her a few more times purely for the purpose of admiration."
"Mr. Bai Deng, don't worry, the gifts will be delivered to you soon. As for preventing Lin Jianguo from returning to China, we'll have to rely on your help."
Bai Deng patted his chest and replied confidently, "These are just trivial matters. I've already made all the arrangements. As long as Dong Shu can successfully build the museum for me as agreed, I'm absolutely confident that I can bring that outrageous person down. At that time, even if I have to keep Lin Jianguo in America for the rest of his life, it won't be difficult."
Hearing Bai Deng's confident words, Lin Yaodong couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, clearly very satisfied with Bai Deng's answer. Although his relationship with Bai Deng wasn't particularly close, they had known each other for a long time, and Lin Yaodong had even personally taught Bai Deng Chinese.
Of course, more importantly, Lin Jianguo and Te Lipu had a good relationship, so they were practically on the same side.
Just as Lin Yaodong opened his mouth to say something more, a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded at an inopportune moment. After glancing at the caller ID, he bowed slightly to Bai Deng and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, excuse me for a moment." After saying that, he quickly turned and left the room, pressing the answer button at the same time.
As soon as the call connected, Lin Yaodong couldn't wait to ask directly, "Hey, Xiao Nan, how's it going?"
"Uncle Dong...it seems...it seems that the secret room in my house has been discovered."
"What? What do you mean?"
On the other end of the phone, Gu Nan's voice trembled slightly.
"Uncle Dong, everything... is gone!"
"I'll fuck your mother!"
At the same time, in the room, Du Shang gently helped Zhen Shanmei, whose face was covered with marks, up, with a look of heartache: "Madam, you've had a hard time. Are you alright?"
Although Zhen Shanmei is not young, she is well-maintained and still looks charming. Especially now, she gives people a feeling of being full of energy.
Upon hearing that the visitor was Du Shang, Zhen Shanmei stopped pretending to be dead. She slowly opened her eyes, which were somewhat covered by a sieve, and forced a smile, spitting out a few strands of hair: "Husband, I'm fine, it's just that I can't stand those beads."
"Huh? I've installed it too, but I haven't seen you..."
"That might be too small."
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