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

"The Undead Demon rejected President Wen's invitation."

Wen Can soon got the news from Jiang Xu.

He was silent for a few seconds and asked, "How many times has this happened?"

"It's hard to explain. Mr. Wen's assistant secretly complained to our secretary, saying that he had sent emails seven or eight times, but there was no response." Jiang Xu laughed on the other end, "Why do they say geniuses are rare? Who would dare to reject the boss of a large company like this? But she didn't even bother to pay any attention. Her reply was quite contemptuous, saying that if your father really wants to see her, he can meet her at the auction. My secretary couldn't help laughing when he sent me the message."

Jiang Xu couldn't help but sigh: "This talented person is really unique."

Wen Can was silent for a moment, and then he sorted out the documents in front of him and said to the other end of the phone: "Not only is she talented, she is also very rich. And unlike people like us who rely on family background to bully others, she has no parents and can still make so much money on her own..."

Wen Can paused suddenly.

Something flashed through my mind.

That was the blurry gesture of the girl throwing out bank cards one by one at a feast surrounded by "nobles".

"……impossible."

He didn't even know what he was saying "impossible". Before he had time to think about it, his attention was recaptured by Jiang Xu's voice the next second - of course, it could also be that his subconscious rejection of the undead demon over the years was too strong, and he subconsciously didn't want to think about a certain terrible possibility.

It feels like being only one step away from the answer, but you can't see the path to the answer under your feet no matter what - because your brain doesn't want you to see it.

"You seem to admire the immortal demon." Jiang Xu said angrily, "I think your father will be mad."

“No way.” Wen Can even chuckled. “The chosen one who stood at the top of the pyramid since birth by virtue of his bloodline genes probably never thought that he would be treated so lightly by a grassroots person. He got used to the shock after a while.”

"...You are really your father's great son."

"So, what was the Undead Demon going to do at that auction?"

He took a look at the information sent by his secretary and was a little puzzled: "This is just a small auction. Both the organizer and the guests are very insignificant. The specifications are not even second-rate, and the items involved in the auction are nothing special - or is it..."

He suddenly thought of a possibility and paused.

Jiang Xu immediately asked: "What did you think of?"

"..." Wen Can pondered for several seconds whether to tell Jiang Xu about this guess. In the end, he felt that Jiang Group should not be competitive in front of Xing Fei in terms of IP adaptation. So he said, "I wonder if she wants to auction the copyright of "Stars"."

"!!!"

There was a sudden loud bang from Jiang Xu's side. It was a chair that he had knocked over. He stood up in obvious shock.

Both of them were silent for a while on the call, as if they were digesting this possibility.

After a long time, Jiang Xu said slowly with a sigh: "This is really a good idea - although there has never been such an example before, but if it is "Stellaris"..."

"You say, she can't be an all-round genius, right? She's so cunning even when it comes to making money?" Jiang Xu added, "It seems your father's plan is hopeless - since she revealed the news to me, she naturally knew that I would not only pass on the message for President Wen, but also pass the news to Xingfei at the same time. With Xingfei around, how can your father come up with the little money he has?"

Wen Can said nothing, only left a final sentence "remember to keep it a secret" and hung up the phone.

After he left the room and before he reached the stairs, he heard a "bang".

From the downstairs hall.

When the elevator door opened, he looked up and was about to go out, when he saw a scene that he would never have imagined before - Wen Rong was holding on to Wen Shengtian's cane and hitting him with all his strength.

The walking stick was shaking slightly, showing that both the person who attacked and the person who raised his hand to block were trying extremely hard to hold on to each other, and the eyes of the father and son were wide open, staring at each other as if they were looking at a deadly enemy.

"You are so outrageous!!!"

Wen Shengtian made a sound as incredulous as his eyes, as if it was torn out from his heart and lungs in a way that he had never expected before, filled with such shock and conditioned reflex rage. Under such rage, even the involuntary trembling of his body became a manifestation of majesty and terror rather than weakness: "Wen Rong! Are you crazy?!"

"How dare you?" Wen Rong held the cane tightly, his nails splitting as he squeezed it. His expression was calm and gloomy, but his voice was unrestrained and happy. "Is it to show off your cultivation and family education that has been passed down for a hundred years? Even when scolding your son, you can only spit out such a clichéd line. Or do you really think you are the emperor and I am a pitiful prince begging you for the throne?"

"..." Wen Shengtian was obviously shocked beyond words by his rude remarks, and a gurgling sound came out of his throat, not knowing how to react.

The shining light above his head fell on his meticulously combed white hair and wrinkled face. His unresponsive expression finally made his face show a bit of the fragility that an old man should have - although he himself did not want to, and his emotions at this moment had nothing to do with the word fragility.

But in Wen Shengtian's eyes, that unresponsive shock was an expression of fragility and powerlessness.

So he immediately burst into laughter: "Dad, you really should look at yourself now - you are no different from those ordinary old men - no, maybe you are no different from them, but your ambition is too strong, and it is the nourishment of power that has allowed you to live like a king until now, but kings will also grow old, and when they are old, they should close the door and be an idle emperor instead of pointing fingers at the new emperor."

He threw the cane away with an effort.

The old man, who was still trying to maintain his balance, stumbled unexpectedly and almost fell down.

Seeing this, Wen Rong took a step forward involuntarily and reflexively made a gesture to support himself, but saw that the old man finally stood firm with his own strength, and then shot him an even more terrifyingly furious look.

Wen Rong immediately stopped moving, a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes - Wen Shengtian had been exercising for so many years, from young to old, and had never slacked off for a single day. This was why he was still energetic even in his old age, and he rarely got sick throughout the year.

It's so healthy - so healthy that it's annoying.

If he did not have such a healthy body and was bedridden for a long time, he would not have to be such an unfilial son.

But as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he forced it down.

He is not that kind of person. The whole Yuzhou knows about his filial piety. He just can't stand his father's control and contempt for decades anymore - he is the poor man who has been enduring it.