Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Boss!"

On the other side, Wen Can answered the phone, and there was a young and excited voice on the other end.

"Do you still remember Xiao Cheng? She's the new person you promoted last month! The new game she developed is a hit! It's the game that only you voted for and passed in the internal vote! It's now trending on the hot searches! I have a feeling it's going to be a big hit! You said before that if she makes achievements, you'll increase my year-end bonus. Do you still mean what you said?!"

Wen Can smiled faintly: "Forget it."

He hung up the phone.

I heard Wen Lian's smiling voice: "Who is cousin talking to on the phone? He seems to be in a good mood?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Wen Lian was not persistent, and said, "Don't be sad, cousin. Uncle didn't kick you out on purpose. It's just that it's related to the company, so he had to strictly control it. You said the same thing, why did you ask for 800 million? This is too much respect for a little painter..."

Wen Can raised his hand and pressed a button, and the wheelchair could no longer move forward and stopped in the corridor.

Wen Lian paused: "Is my cousin angry?"

"Have you ever negotiated a contract worth more than 100 million? Even once?"

Wen Can turned to look at Wen Lian with a strange look in his eyes: "How dare you say something like an investment of 800 million? And now you come to talk to me about company decisions? You are just a sick dog that the Wen family took pity on and raised. Do you think you are an equal to me just because I asked you to push my wheelchair? Even our servants can push my wheelchair."

"..." Wen Lian's lips trembled and her face turned pale, "Ah Can, you were not like this before, why are you..."

"Don't you know I have an orphan ex-girlfriend who has a very sharp tongue? I learned this from her."

Wen Can raised the corners of his lips, looking perverse and mean, full of attack power: "What do you think? Do you think that even an orphan has a better life than you - because she can scold and beat her whenever she wants, and what about you? Even if you hate me so much that you are gritting your teeth and your eyes are bleeding, you have to be my servant, push my wheelchair, and smile in front of me, while my orphan ex-girlfriend has to let her slap me even if she slaps me."

Now Wen Lian's whole body began to tremble. She looked shaky, fragile and pitiful, but her eyes were just as Wen Can said, bloodshot as if blood was about to burst out.

Wen Can smiled calmly and retracted his gaze: "Now, are you a little envious of orphans?"

The smile disappeared, and Wen Can said expressionlessly: "Today, you have to push my wheelchair. I'm too lazy to do it myself."

Wen Lian: ...

Qin Zheng, who didn't have time to say a word, trembled on the side, covering her mouth tightly as she wanted to get information. She looked at Wen Can as if he were a devil with a hideous face, and after a long while she managed to squeeze out a sentence from between her fingers: "You actually hold a grudge so tightly."

Wen Can enjoyed Wen Lian's patient service and said calmly, "When your legs are disabled, your mind will become calculating."

"But you hold a grudge so much, but don't you hate Ye Kong for not trying to keep you?" Qin Zheng immediately covered her mouth again.

Wen Can paused and pretended to say, "Of course the person you've loved is different."

"Did you really love him instead of loving him?" Qin Zheng curled her lips, "I'm going to knock you two down."

Wen Can didn't react at all along the way, and Qin Zheng felt relieved.

"I don't know how their discussion went," she said. "What do you think the price they finally agreed on was?"

"Can we really win the Undead Demon for the year-end forum?"

·

"Mr. Wen, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Qin Wu finally stopped and opened his phone. He sat on the sofa, looked up at Wen Rong and smiled.

Wen Rong said expressionlessly: "I think President Qin doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk about this today, why don't we find a formal occasion another day..."

"Then I'll be brief. I listened to what your son said just now, but I still think that the price of 800 million is too high..."

Wen Rong's face looked better, and he heard the second half of his sentence: "Five hundred million, plus 20% of the dividends."

"Impossible." Wen Rong said immediately, "The maximum is 300 million and cannot be changed. The maximum dividend can only be 10%."

"..."

In Qin Wu's silence, Wen Rong calmly rolled up the materials brought by Wen Can and stuffed them into the trash can without even looking at them: "I hope that President Qin will not be influenced by my son - he has not managed the company's affairs for a long time. In addition, Undead Demon is the author that his late wife liked, so it is inevitable that he will be a little emotional. But we can't do this. We are the helmsmen who are leading the group forward. If we are so easily influenced by others' words, how can we manage the group in the future?"

"..." Qin Wu was speechless for a long time, and finally shook his head and said, "Five hundred million, I will pay the extra two hundred million, and correspondingly, you have to give me two percent of the profits in the contract."

Qin Wu was obviously a leader who was used to having the final say. He was too lazy to even explain and gave the solution in just one sentence, fully expressing his meaning of "do it if you do it, and you're doomed if you don't."

The muscles on Wen Rong's face twitched, his expression was very stiff, and there was embarrassment in his eyes: "Mr. Qin, why don't you go back and think about it first, or discuss it with your parents..."

"No need for them." Qin Wu suddenly laughed.

He stood up and said with a hint of meaning: "Boss Wen may not understand or comprehend that I am the only one who makes the decisions for the Qin family and the Qin Corporation. Even my parents cannot interfere with any of my decisions. So, I can go back and 'think about it', but... my decision is already here."

The man leaned forward slightly and picked up the documents on the table: "Please say thank you to your son for me. If it weren't for him, I really wouldn't have taken care of these."

He paused as he passed by Wen Rong. "However, I made the estimate of 300 million because I only investigated the sale of the Undead Demon copyright. What exactly was the discussion in the secretariat that Mr. Wen talked about to come up with a price of 100 million? It's really unbelievable."

Qin Wu walked away.

The tea room was quiet for a long time before the sound of tea sets being smashed was heard.

Then came the sound of Wen Rong making a phone call.

"Start working on the contract right away, just follow the original idea, and send it to the Undead Demon's mailbox after it's done... No, make an appointment with her first, and find the most eloquent person in the legal department to discuss the contract with her..."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Rong sat on the sofa with a gloomy face: "I don't believe it..."

"Wait until I sign this contract, and then I'll see what else you have to say!"