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

Wen's Group's shareholders' meeting will be held soon.

The meeting first discussed a bunch of trivial matters, and only got to the point at the end, announcing that the voting resolution on the change of legal person would be held in three days.

This means that the shareholders have three days to think - it also means that Wen Rong and Wen Shengtian each have three days to convince whoever they can to vote for the side they want.

During these three days, the father and son were hardly seen in the Wen family manor.

Now that the two masters with the lowest pressure are away, Qin Zheng, the guest who has lived like a thief in the manor, finally dares to come out and see the light of day.

She was looking at the sunshine outside from the window. She wanted to go out for a walk to bask in the sun. She turned her head to look at Wen Can who was quietly making tea at the tea table. For a moment, she suspected that this man had actually traveled through time from ancient times - otherwise how could he appear calm on the outside but be so unpredictable on the inside?

"Do you like tea ceremony?"

She took the lead in starting the conversation.

Wen Can took a moment to answer: "Not bad."

"Then why do I often see you doing these recently?"

Still silent for a few seconds before answering: "I want to study milk tea."

"Milk tea?" Qin Zheng was extremely surprised. "You actually like to drink something sweet like milk tea?"

"..."

Wen Can remained silent.

Qin Zheng suddenly realized: "No, why did you answer every question I asked? Are you in a good mood today?"

"..."

Okay, no answer again.

It's really unpredictable.

After a long silence, Qin Zheng suddenly said without any context: "Today is the third day."

She turned to look at Wen Can: "Aren't you nervous? This is your last position left in your company. If you lose this position, you will really become an idler who only lives on stock dividends."

Wen Can put down his tea hat in an orderly manner and looked up at her: "What's wrong with being an idler?"

"..."

Qin Zheng, who thought that Wen Can's scheming and secret calculations were all for the final struggle for power, was speechless. After a long while, she said, "You are really hard to figure out."

"So don't look."

"…Do you think I want to see it?"

Qin Zheng shook her head and turned to continue looking out the window.

Living in the Wen family these days, although she always felt like a thief and was sneaky, she had to admit that being out of her aunt's sight for a long time made her feel relaxed anyway - this was also the first time she realized this problem.

Originally, she thought that staying highly focused and leading a highly stressful life all the time was the norm for her and she should have gotten used to it long ago, but it turned out that she would feel refreshed if she had the chance to get out of that state.

Just when Qin Zheng was lost in thought, Wen Can's cell phone suddenly rang.

He put down the teacup, looked at the incoming call, and answered the call without showing any surprise.

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On the other end of the phone was the glittering top floor of Wen's Building, a large conference room filled with shareholders.

The call was made by the general secretary in the president's secretariat, with the speaker turned on and placed in front of the microphone, so that the voice on the other end of the phone could be transmitted clearly to everyone's ears.

"A-chan."

Sitting in a position that seemed like the main seat but was not quite right, Wen Rong spoke first, his tone was gloomy, but he still tried to force a smile: "Have you eaten?"

He also wanted to exchange a few words.

No one wanted to listen but no one dared to say anything about him, except for old man Wen Shengtian on the other side.

The old man, who had not been to the group headquarters in person for a long time, sat in a position that seemed to be the main seat but not quite straight, exactly symmetrical with his own son on the other side.

He couldn't wait to hear Wen Rong's hypocritical greetings and attempts to build relationships, so he said rudely and decisively, "A-Chan, why didn't you come to today's shareholders' meeting?"

"I don't want to come."

"You have to vote even if you don't want to." The old man said calmly, "Have you forgotten that you also have shares?"

He looked up at the shareholders sitting in the conference room and said slowly and pointedly, "Do you know what's going on now? The uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters you are familiar with actually voted in a tie."

"Now all that's missing is this vote in your hand." The old man spoke slowly, but without giving anyone a chance to interrupt or answer, with a heavy and strong gentleness, "Ah Can, you've been coming to the company frequently since before you graduated. Not only do you get along well with shareholders and senior executives, you even get along well with employees. Everyone praises you and supports you. Since I handed the group over to you, you've watched these people grow and accumulate experience together, right?"

"Are you really willing to completely cut off your connection with the group? From now on, you will be idle at home forever and be a third-generation rich man who just eats and waits for death?"

"Father!" Wen Rong interrupted him unbearably.

Wen Shengtian turned a deaf ear to him and said, "A-Chan, you shouldn't have forgotten, right? Your mother has put a lot of effort into the group!"

"dad!!!"

Wen Rong stood up suddenly and glared at Wen Shengtian.

The old man looked back at him without flinching, his cloudy whites forming a ferocious look in his old eye sockets.

While the father and son were confronting each other, Qin Zheng was the only one who saw Wen Can's slowly rising smile.

The man gave a gentle answer with a smile that made people's scalps tingle: "Of course, I certainly haven't forgotten."

"Then you can vote." Wen Shengtian said coldly.

The corners of Wen Rong's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something with an extremely ugly expression, but because of his image, he couldn't say anything too explicit. He could only stand there frozen, seemingly angry but actually nervous.

Even the other shareholders couldn't help but hold their breath and stretched their necks involuntarily - they couldn't help but do so even though they knew they couldn't see anything.

After a moment, the phone lying quietly on the table began to flow out the man's answer like flowing water: