Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Chapter 82 The love of Big Brother, the God of Wealth, is a bit heavy

Wen Qingfan had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, neither rising nor falling. The Wen family had carefully cultivated a son for so long.

It turned out to be like this, daring to threaten my father.

He raised his hands and smashed everything in the suite that could be smashed. Glass shards, bed quilts, and coffee tables were scattered all over the floor.

The people outside the door were not in a hurry and leaned against the door frame to wait.

Wen Qingfan gasped when he saw that nothing had been smashed. Suddenly, a piece of paper dropped on the glass at his feet attracted his attention.

The handwriting on it looked familiar, and Wen Qingfan squatted down and picked it up.

"Brother Qingfan, drinking is harmful to your health, so don't drink next time."

Wen Qingfan recognized who it was without signing it, and he was extremely shocked.

Suddenly, what happened before he was drunk flashed through his mind.

He slapped his forehead, feeling annoyed but also inexplicably happy.

At this time, there was another knock on the door: "Mr. Wen, have you smashed enough?"

Wen Qingfan glanced at his naked body, and some traces overlapped with those in his memory.

Without having time to think too much, he picked up the place on the floor, rushed into the bathroom and started washing.

ten minutes later.

Wen Qingfan had his collar buttoned to the last button and a band-aid on his neck, with a complicated expression.

The assistant felt a little strange when he saw Wen Qingfan like this, and curiously wanted to go in and take a look.

But I only saw wandering traces all over the ground and nothing else.

Wen Qingfan's face was serious: "Didn't you urge me just now? Why don't you go drive quickly?"

The assistant looked away and said respectfully, "Okay."

Twenty minutes later.

Wen's Group Conference Room.

Most of the major shareholders were impatient, and Shen Que sat bored, leaning against the wall, covered by a silk scarf.

No one knew if she was sleeping.

The thin man sitting next to Wen Yurou stood up with an unhappy look on his face: "Mr. Wen, it's almost twelve o'clock now, where is your father?

If there is an emergency, the shares should be divided first. Anyway, whether they are divided or not, they all belong to your family, so why worry about it. "

Wen Fan raised his wrist and looked at the time: "Wait a moment."

"No, don't you understand? Our time is also precious, okay?

Furthermore, if you give a share to a blind man, what else can you do besides using the money to spend it? "

The man's words were sharp and harsh, making Shen indeed a little irritated.

Wenqing sat up suddenly with an ugly face: "Zhang Liang, pay attention to your words, who do you call blind!"

The man is not an old man accompanying the Wen family. His shares are inherited from his father's generation. He is about the same age as Wen Qing.

Zhang Liang glanced at Shen Que, who was sitting behind Wen Fan, and sneered: "Who are you talking about? Who knows in their hearts that a group of us have been waiting here for so long?

Why can't you let me complain? Besides, giving her shares is of no use in the first place. "

Warmth: "If anyone here is useless, it's you. You idle around all day and don't care about the company. Why do you have the face to talk here?"

"As an actor, what qualifications do you have to care about what I do? Did I say something wrong?"

boom!

Wen Fan slapped his hand on the table, his eyebrows were dizzy and angry, he raised his eyelids slightly and focused his gaze on Zhang Liang: "That's enough! Is the quarrel enough? If Mr. Zhang is dissatisfied with this matter, he can hand over his shares. Withdraw from the Wen family,

Wen's also doesn't lack for an oil bottle. "

Then he turned to the others and said, "If you are like Mr. Zhang, you can hand over your shares and withdraw."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in shock, and no one stood up to echo Zhang Liang's words.

Most of them are old and don't want to meddle in other people's business. Anyway, their own interests are not harmed and they don't care about anything else.

Furthermore, what the Wen family shares is their own shares and has nothing to do with them. Zhang Liang is just a fool.

If you have to stand out for others, you deserve it. Shen Que yawned, not loudly.

When Zhang Liang heard this voice, he glanced coldly at the Wen family members and sat down again reluctantly.

Seeing this, Wen Yurou took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Zhang Liang to comfort her: "My eldest brother also feels sorry for my sister. Don't get angry, Mr. Zhang, as it will hurt the harmony."

Zhang Liang's expression softened slightly when he saw the news. He glanced at her and typed a reply: "Your eldest brother's brain was caught in the door.

A sad blind man. "

"Don't say that. My sister has never had a good life since she was a child. She grew up in an orphanage before she came back. Brother and the others will inevitably feel more sorry for her."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang turned to Shen Que with disdain in his eyes: "Tsk, if you don't fight or grab, you will be bullied to death by her sooner or later."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. My eldest brother said that these belong to my sister."

When I was young, I often went to Wen's house to play with Wen Yurou. Their relationship was not that of childhood sweethearts.

They can be regarded as good friends. When Zhang Liang saw this, he felt angry: "Is there something that is not meant to be?

You have lived in the Wen family for more than ten years. That is not your best. No one would say that you are a talented woman. If it weren't for her, you would not have missed the college entrance examination and would have to repeat it.

They were just confused and mistook elm wood for pearls. "

Wen Yurou felt happy when she saw this.

At this time, the door to the meeting was pushed open and Wen Qingfan walked in.

Seeing this, everyone stood up.

Wen Qingfan's eyes were dark, vaguely hiding monstrous anger, and he walked towards Wen Fan who stood up.

When he got closer, he said word by word in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are really a good son of your father. You have learned how to threaten."

Wen Fan tilted his head slightly with an indifferent expression: "I am thinking about the future of our family.

My father doesn't want to cause his wife and children to break up because of him. "

He just wanted to prevent Shen Que from being heartbroken and to prevent Shen Fengyao's words from coming true. He just wanted to live a good life as a family.

"you"

Wen Fan grabbed Wen Qingfan's shoulders and smiled slightly: "Sign, I'm ready."

As he spoke, he placed the pen in Wen Qingfan's hand.

Wen Qingfan looked at the share transfer agreement in front of him, opened it and saw the equal amount, his pupils trembled, he looked up at Wen Fan in shock,

Before he knew it, Wen Fan was already taller than him, and he needed to look up to look at him.

The Wen family holds 50% of the shares. In Wen Fan's agreement, Shen Que holds 12% and Wen Yurou holds 8%.

He and Wen Fan each accounted for 10%.

Wen Fan smiled and said in a clear voice: "Sign it, this is how you compensate her."

"Even if you compensate, you don't need to use shares. Do you know what this means?" Wen Qingfan tried to make him stop.

Wen Fan: "I have no problem with Wen Qing."

Wen Qingfan looks at Wen Qing.

He nodded slightly. He knew the contents very clearly and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Wen Qingfan held the pen and put it on the paper: "Isn't it okay for one person to give 10%?"

"Do you think it's appropriate?" Wen Fan threw the question back to him.

Wen Qingfan wanted to say it was appropriate, but when he met Wen Fan's eyes, he swallowed it back, lowered his head and signed his name on it with a few strokes.

Wen Yurou was a little confused when she saw Wen Qingfan's face.

Soon, the lawyers announced the distribution of shares.

When Wen Yurou heard that she was only eight percent, she wanted to ask why. Just as she made a move, Wen Fan's cold eyes came over her.

Press her down forcefully.

Wen Yurou was suffocating in her heart. Her fingers dug into the palm of her hand and she didn't even know it. Her eyes were filled with resentment and resentment, blaming all this on Shen Que.

Shen Que yawned after hearing this share. For the Wen family, this share was considered to be a lot.

In my heart, I have a better impression of this God of Wealth brother.

The major shareholders were full of curiosity about the new eldest lady, especially Zhang Liang, who looked at Shen Que in a different way and became even more unbearable.

(End of this chapter)