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

Chapter 815: When the Tide Ebbs

But what does this mean?

Wen Canke was clapping.

The applause never stopped.

And Wen Can was the one who clapped the most seriously among them.

He looked at him with a smile, leaned back in his chair, raised his hands high, and clapped his hands hard and loudly again and again.

Wen Rong once again tried hard to suppress the urge to cry.

——What a good son? He must treat him well in the future. Even if he doesn't want to do anything, even if he just wants to be a prodigal son, he will definitely satisfy him. Anyway, he can afford it.

He wants to be a good father who loves his son unconditionally, just like he did when he was a child!

Wen Can nodded to him.

Wen Rong also nodded back.

it is more than words.

At the same time, Wen Rong inevitably thought of his most crucial last vote.

Chi Jinshu.

Chi Wandao's father.

How could he vote for him? Where did he get the shares of the group?

Fortunately, this question was answered quickly.

The chairman of the board had been decided, so the shareholders' meeting naturally ended quickly. Next, they moved the venue to give reporters some time to ask questions.

During this period, Wen Rong casually asked Wen Can, and Wen Can also gave a casual answer.

"Mom bought it privately before. She was very confident in herself and thought that the shares would only increase with her around, so she gave all the shares to grandpa as his pension. Before the meeting started, I suddenly remembered that grandpa still had shares, so I contacted him and asked him to invest in you."

Wen Can shrugged: "The old man doesn't understand these things, so of course he will do as I say."

"You kid!"

Wen Rong glared at him reproachfully, "Show some respect to your grandpa. You're so willful. It's like cheating."

Wen Can raised the corner of his lips and said nonchalantly: "In fact, even if I didn't say it, grandpa would vote for you. He likes you very much, doesn't he?"

The young man glanced over casually, his dark and cold eyes made Wen Rong's heart jump. He subconsciously looked away and sighed with a smile: "He is indeed a stubborn old man who says one thing and means another."

The shareholders have already left.

In the empty huge conference room, Wen Rong's assistant knocked on the door and walked in: "The reporter is waiting, should we go over immediately?"

Wen Rong couldn't quite tell whether his rapid heartbeat was due to this shareholders' meeting which meant so much to him, or because of the people and things Wen Can had just mentioned.

But he refused to think about anything that would make him unhappy, and simply turned his attention to the present.

Without leaving in a hurry, Wen Rong stood up and raised his hand to ask his assistant to open the curtains.

The button was pressed, and large areas of the dark glass suddenly lit up.

A huge city came into view.

He walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the buildings below him that were like mountains and the crowds of people that were like ants.

And he was in the clouds.

Take a long breath and let it out slowly.

Wen Rong, who has lived for more than fifty years, felt for the first time what it meant to be as light as a swallow.

No one knew what kind of bright future he promised himself as he looked out the window at the city on top of this tall building. In any case, when he turned around and looked up, his aura and appearance had completely changed.

"Let's go and listen to what questions the reporters can ask."

When passing by Wen Can, he patted his shoulder affectionately and lovingly, like a brother and a friend.

"Son, let's go together!"

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He walked out with brisk steps as if he had returned to youth.

However, he did not notice that the assistant had stopped and had a strange expression on his face when he turned back.

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too weird.

The assistant looked at the figure still leaning on the chair, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart.

Young Master Wen did not look like his father had patted him on the shoulder, but rather like he had been stabbed. His entire body froze in his chair, but his expression could not be seen because he was leaning sideways and had his head lowered.

But - based on intuition alone, the assistant shuddered without warning.

too weird.

He would never understand this young master.

I didn’t understand when he was in a high position and always had a gentle smile on his face. I didn’t understand when he became disabled and his personality changed drastically. Now that he stood up again and refused to be the chairman of the board and only wanted to fall in love, I don’t understand it even more.

But at this moment, he instinctively felt that something was wrong with the motionless person.

But, didn't he willingly give up his position to his father? He cast the last vote himself.

Is it really like what the audience said, that he is just pretending to be noble?

Before he could come up with a result, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"What are you looking at?"

——The assistant snapped back to his senses, and his eyes met the young man’s smiling face.

He didn't know when he had stood up and walked in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face, whose eyes and eyebrows were as gentle as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the contrary, his eyes stared straight at him, like a sharp knife that was about to split open his head and cut into his nerves.

The assistant nearly screamed, and took two steps back before staggering to a stop. He quickly withdrew his gaze from the man's strange gaze, and said without even raising his head, "The reporters are ready. Mr. Wen asked you to go with him, too."

"I know."

Wen Can said lightly, glancing at him: "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost... If Mr. Wen's personal assistant is only as good as you, I'm afraid I'll have to persuade him to change someone."

The assistant was no longer in the mood to recall Young Master Wen's strange behavior. While worrying about his position, he felt that he must have had a mental problem and was having an illusion. Now, considering how much President Wen valued the Young Master, his position as the chief assistant that was about to be obtained might be in jeopardy!

No! I have such a promising future ahead of me, how can I fail at this critical moment! I must perform well next time!

The assistant quickly followed, determined to redeem the bad impression he had with the young master... or, to find a way to say something to President Wen later. Anyway, President Wen already had a grudge against the young master, and now it was only because he voluntarily gave up the position of chairman and was willing to fully support him that he suddenly felt like a father.

People like Premier Wen, as long as they take things slowly and be careful with what they say, will sooner or later turn back into the father who is full of suspicion and fear of his son.

Take it step by step, take it step by step...

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Wen's Group shareholders meeting concluded with a bang!

Wen Rong, the new chairman of Wen's Group revealed!

The last vote from my father-in-law

Wen Rong shed tears at the press conference when he mentioned his late wife

Seven years of yearning

The much-anticipated dinner

Wen's Group Banquet List

XX is invited to attend the dinner of Wens Group

Wen Family Father-Son Relationship

Good father and good husband

……

The hot searches were completely dominated by the surname Wen.

There were endless points to discuss at today's shareholders' meeting. Countless people repeatedly studied the live broadcast. Some viewed it as a passionate film, some as a palace conspiracy, and some studied the small interactions between father and son, trying to prove that Wen Rong was a good father but Wen Can was not a good son...

The volume of discussion continues to rise.

When some celebrities took advantage of the popularity and became trending searches for being invited to the banquet, more people joined in this public opinion carnival.

Time flies by minute by second.

After the press conference, all kinds of explosive news headlines filled the entire Internet.

The Wen's Group building fell silent after the reporters left, but the air remained restless in the silence.

Like the last calm surge before a tsunami.

But the power accumulates in the distance, and only when the tide recedes silently does it foreshadow the real crest.