After wearing the book, the richest man became my diehard fan

Until the car drove into Tan's house, neither of them said anything.

After getting off the car, Tan Jingyao helped arrange the wheelchair, and together with Wen Zong helped Wen Huahui sit on it.

"Mr. Wen, my grandfather should be in the study, I'll call him down, please wait for a while." After Tan Jingyao finished speaking, he called the robot Tony and pressed the call button on it.

There is a device similar to a calling bell on the table in the study room. As soon as Jin Liangce turned over a page of the book, he saw the calling bell light up.

He closed the book and walked down from the second floor with the support of the bodyguards.

Because it was decided yesterday to invite the grandparents of the Wen family to dinner, the Tan family had been preparing lunch early today, but at eleven o'clock, the tables in the restaurant were already filled with delicious dishes.

When the last course was served, the four sat down around the long table.

Because Wen Zong is still controlling his fat intake, he doesn't like to eat too greasy food. Coincidentally, the food for this meal is light, which is very suitable for his appetite.

Even though Wen Zong was taught "you can't talk when you eat", today, in order to share the results of the weekend investigation, he cooperated with Tan Jingyao and explained everything about it.

"Then you can't investigate this matter anymore, especially the pharmaceutical factory, then just leave it to the people's police." Wen Huahui didn't suggest that they go too deep into the pharmaceutical aspect.

"Well, we have already handed over the matter to the Chongde County and Qiaoban County Police Stations." Wen Zong echoed.

"Grandpa, Wen Zong's bottle of medicine may have to trouble you to find someone to identify it." Tan Jingyao said, bringing the bottle of medicine to the table.

"Okay." Anyway, it's just a matter of talking, and it doesn't take much trouble at all.

"There is also the matter of Qiaoban Middle School. We are going to entrust a private person to investigate. We have gone too much in person, and it is easy for Li Donghui to notice."

"Anyway, it's up to you to decide for yourself. The most important thing is your own safety." Wen Huahui didn't have much opinion on their investigation method. No matter whether they could find anything, safety must be the first priority.

"Ok."

After explaining everything clearly, Wen Zong chatted with the two old people for a while, while Tan Jingyao went to the living room to answer a call from work.

The call was from Tong Quan. After the call was connected, the other party went straight to the topic: "Chairman, you asked me to pay attention to the Wen family's stock market and capital pool. Now there are signs of capital outflow. It seems that someone is going out. Losing funds. In addition, Wen Junchen is secretly selling stocks at low prices in order to stabilize the situation."

"How much have you thrown away?"

"Not much at the moment, not yet at 5.00%."

Tan Jingyao thought about it in his mind, 5.00% is actually quite a large amount for a small business, but for Wen's, which has a relatively large investment amount, it is not enough to shake Wen Junchen's position as a major shareholder.

However, if it continues at this rate, within two months, Wen's will expose its shortcomings in freezing funds.When the stock market fluctuates severely, everyone may have the idea of ​​buying Wen's.

"I remember that Wen Junchen holds 60.00% of the shares in Wen's 35, and [-] is on Wen Zong's side, right?"

"correct."

"But Wen Zong doesn't seem to know about it yet." Tan Jingyao half-closed his eyes.

Back then, Yao Zhengya contributed as much as 70.00% to the establishment of Wen's in his own name, and only 30.00% came from Wen Junchen's pocket.After Yao Zhengya became pregnant, in order to prevent Wen Junchen from being gossiped when he presided over the overall situation, Yao Zhengya gave half of the shares he owned to the other party.

It's just that they didn't expect that there would be problems in their marriage later. Yao Zhengya realized that she was suffering from depression, so she transferred the remaining 30.00% to Wen Huahui at a price of zero yuan, and entrusted Wen Huahui to re-transfer it to Wen Zong after he became an adult. Managed by Wen Zong.

Probably when Wen Zong was just an adult, Wen Huahui arranged for Wen Zong to entrust a lawyer with full authority to handle the equity transfer on his behalf.

Tan Jingyao only heard about it from his grandfather shortly after taking over the Cejin Group, but judging from Wen Zong's current reaction, he probably didn't know that he held Wen's shares.

Moreover, Li Donghui didn't kill Wen Zong so much, because apart from her grudge with Yao Zhengya, another reason might be to find a way to get that part of the shares in his hands.

This part of the shares is backed by Wen Zong, Wen Huahui, and there are many very capable people in the top management of the Wen family who have been favored by the Yao family. Even if Wen Huahui can take back the shares with power, he may not only face the loss of the top management. , It will even touch the roots of Wen's family, and make Wen's family never recover from a setback.

In order to avoid such a situation, no matter how stupid Wen Junchen was, he would definitely not help Li Donghui.

"I'll give you a document in a few days, and you go to the industry and commerce to do something." Tan Jingyao thought over and over again, planning to continue to observe Wen's stock selling situation.

"Okay." Although I don't know what Tan Jingyao is thinking, Tong Quan, as an ordinary migrant worker, will still obey the boss's orders. What's more, Tan Jingyao's behavior has a basis, and he will not do something that cannot be ended. .

"In addition, put some pressure from the outside, let the other eight companies do it, and force them to invest more money in the capital pool." Tan Jingyao, as a person who sits at the top of the Huaguo business community, will often be with those who are ranked second or later. There are a few exchanges, among which there are a few that can read people's eyes and never violate the rules, so I can ask them for a little help this time.

Tan Jingyao is quite generous when necessary, and will offer them one or two projects or cooperation opportunities if he does well.

For things that are mutually beneficial and win-win for multiple parties, the eight families are naturally willing to help.

Tong Quan wrote down everything Tan Jingyao said, and quickly made arrangements.

When Tan Jingyao returned to the dining table, he saw Wen Zong putting away the dishes.

"Just let Tony do it." Tan Jingyao stopped him and called Tony over.

The white robot quickly slid over on the rollers. After Tan Jingyao pressed the function button on the robot, Wen Zong saw that Tony's back shell opened, and there was a tray area that could be placed inside. Tony quickly cleared the table and went to the kitchen to throw the empty dishes into the dishwasher.

Almost everything in Tan Jingyao's house is intelligent and automatic, which saves trouble.

When Wen Zong came last time, he only read it briefly, but this time he had the opportunity to look around with curiosity.He even felt that the automatic dishwasher used in Tan Jingyao's kitchen was different from other people's.

"It's nothing special." Tan Jingyao said in a relaxed tone, "If you want to see it, there is a special robot room on the third floor, but there are many semi-finished products. If you don't mind, I can take you to have a look."

"Okay." Wen Zong suddenly became interested.

Tan Jingyao simply led him upstairs, pushed open the door of the robot collection room, and Wen Zong's attention was drawn to the rows of robots inside.

He could tell which ones were half-finished, as a few had been disassembled and piled on the floor, and others had only half-painted shells.

"Some of them are semi-finished products that are usually processed, and some are inferior products eliminated by the company's production department."

Wen Zong knows that Cejin Group is not only making smart robots, after all, there are not many families who can use smart robots.Cejin Group focuses on a variety of high-tech smart products, including home furnishing, mobile phones, tablets, computers, and even automotive high-tech products. It is a comprehensive group and is also the leader in the field involved.

Wen Zong didn't know if these robots could be touched, so he approached them cautiously, but he didn't dare to touch them.

"You can touch it." Tan Jingyao saw the longing in his eyes.

With the master's permission, Wen Zong touched it with his hand very carefully, and he was surprised by the cold touch.

Although most of these robots are unusable, some of them can be used for a short period of time when they are powered on. Among them, a robot that has been transmitted with a coffee script can be used.

After Tan Jingyao energized it, the robot made a cup of steaming coffee with milk for Wen Zong.

Holding this cup of hot milk coffee, Wen Zong followed Tan Jingyao to the basketball court on the first floor.

"Last time I taught you, do you want to learn?" Tan Jingyao took off his coat and put it on a chair beside him. He was wearing a short-sleeved black shirt underneath. After a little effort, his biceps stretched out at the cuffs, and he looked very handsome. strength.

For the convenience of exercise, Tan Jingyao unbuttoned two more buttons on the neckline, and the basketball made two "booms" on the ground, and he simply made a three-pointer.

Wen Zong applauded subconsciously: "That's right!"

"You can learn this without any effort." Pitching is a good way of exercising for people with chronic asthma like Wen Zong.

"I'll give it a try." Wen Zong couldn't restrain the urge to play with itchy hands, he stepped forward and took the basketball.

After slapping it on the spot twice in a decent manner, Wen Zong held the ball halfway and threw it out forcefully.

But he overestimated the strength of this pair of bodies, and the basketball soon reached the highest point, and then fell to nothingness, without even touching the basket.

Tan Jingyao grabbed the basketball, stood behind Wen Zong, half-circled him, and instructed him to hold the ball: "Spread the five fingers of your right hand, and keep your palm away from the ball."

"Yes, it doesn't take much effort to hold on with your left hand like this."

"Slightly separate the feet, shoulder-width apart, stand up straight, and when the ball is thrown, straighten the right arm, don't bend it, and give out all the strength."

Tan Jingyao not only guided, but also lent some strength to Wen Zong.

In the end, Wen Zong threw the ball under the guidance of the opponent.

The leather-yellow basketball drew a nearly perfect parabola in the air, and finally fell straight into the basket.

Wen Zong jumped up excitedly, before he had time to cheer, he felt a "duang" on the back of his head, and the happy expression on his face was distorted by the brief and intense pain.

Tan Jingyao wiped his chin that was hit hard, restrained the urge to touch Wen Zong's head, and praised him: "It's great."

"Don't you hurt?" Although he was happier to be praised, Wen Zong was still very worried about Tan Jingyao's chin, because it turned red visibly to the naked eye.

"It's okay, it's okay." Tan Jingyao's jaw was numb from the bump, and Tan Jingyao used coldness to cover up the pain.

Wen Zong raised his head slightly and stared at him closely, that inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart again.

It seems that a long time ago, on a sunny day, on the red basketball court, Tan Jingyao taught him basketball in the same way, and he also knocked his chin.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Wen Zong's gaze, Tan Jingyao showed doubts.

"……fine."

Probably just overlapped with the memory of the original body.

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