Crossing the line

Chapter 7 Beautiful

The next day.

Yun Yuwan got up early in the morning to dress up.

At the same time, in the upper floors of Wen’s building, sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The long conference table extended, and Wen Yangzhi sat in the main seat at the end of the table, listening to the directors arguing about how many government bonds to underwrite.

"This time, the city's key projects are going to issue bonds. Even if it's just to deepen the connection with the higher-ups, we should underwrite more."

"Six hundred billion is too much. Do you know how many billions the six major banks have underwritten this time? Old Lin, you can't get rich overnight."

A ray of sunlight fell on Wen Yangzhi. He had a distant look in his eyes, his legs crossed, and listened expressionlessly to the two parties arguing over a trivial matter.

Calling him over for such a matter undoubtedly makes it seem like some old character wants to show off his authority in front of the younger generation.

Some people are as low in position and ability, but as arrogant as their age.

The secretary noticed that the sunlight was shining on Wen Yangzhi and immediately went to pull the curtains up a little.

The pattern of Wen Yangzhi's double-breasted suit was more distinct when it was not exposed to sunlight. The vertical stripes, known as banker stripes on Wall Street, looked very worthy of the name when worn by a real banker, especially on Wen Yangzhi, giving him an old money feel.

He didn't wear a tie, but a very impressive scarf. The dark blue floral silk scarf was tied into a simple godfather knot at the collar and hidden in the suit, giving him a mature and experienced look.

Arrogance and coldness, as well as dignity and handsomeness, are all embodied in the young superior, and his aura is so oppressive that people dare not look at him closely.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Lin Dong, one of the directors of the board, argued: "Based on Wen's ability, it is not a problem to underwrite 60 billion this time. The higher-ups must want to leverage our Shanghai home advantage and leading effect."

Another uncle of Wen Yangzhi frowned and said, "Recently, due to the adjustment policies issued by the central bank and the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission, bond trading is not as smooth as before."

Director Lin remained radical throughout. He tapped the table with his Montblanc pen and emphasized:

"But Wens has reached a bottleneck. We used to rank among the top three in the 12 business sectors, but last year our profits ranked sixth. If we don't take some risks and make radical breakthroughs, we will be less and less valued by the government and large companies in the future."

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, the two sides were about to quarrel like last time.

A director promptly asked Wen Yangzhi: "Mr. Wen, what do you think?"

Everyone finally realized that the person with the highest percentage of voting rights had not spoken yet.

Everyone was silent for a moment and all looked at Wen Yangzhi.

Wen Yangzhi's slender jade-like fingers flipped through the documents, and his low voice was calm and without any waves:

"With a commission rate of 0.2 per million, banks will not thrive on bonds, but if they take on too much and fail to complete the task, people will think that Wen's ambitions are high but its skills are low."

He raised his eyes, and his indifferent gaze fell on Director Lin: "What should be aggressive is the investment vision, not excessive ambition. Director Lin should understand such a simple truth, right?"

The tit-for-tat remarks made everyone in the audience sit up straight and look at Director Lin.

Lin Feng said with a stiff face: "Mr. Wen, we underwrote 50 billion last time, and we sold all of it, didn't we? This shows that we actually have the ability to exceed 50 billion."

Wen Yangzhi didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly. The feeling of oppression seemed to be real and pressing down on him.

The three words "Mr. Wen" made the entire conference room silent.

Now Mr. Wen is just Mr. Wen, there is no such thing as Little Mr. Wen.

Calling it like that is undoubtedly like plucking hair from the tiger's head.

In silence, everyone recalled the hidden dangers of the last underwriting and Wen Yangzhi's attitude after the incident.

In a stalemate.

The people from Director Lin's group suppressed Director Lin and tried to be peacemakers with a smile:

"Old Lin, you are old and confused. Have you forgotten how you sold the 50 billion last time?"

The last time, there were still 5 billion left out of the 50 billion until the final deadline. It was not until Mrs. Wen's connections bought the 5 billion that the underwritten bonds were sold out.

This means that Wen’s cannot afford to underwrite so many bonds at the moment.

If it weren't for the strong network of contacts rooted in Shanghai, it would have been impossible to sell all these bonds.

And that time, it was Director Lin who insisted on underwriting 50 billion, but in the end it was the Wen family that ended up winning.

Wen Yangzhi didn't have the patience to listen to their useless arguments any longer: "40 billion, does anyone else have any objections?"

Everyone looks at their eyes, nose and heart.

It was noisy just now, but now it is so quiet.

Wen Yangzhi raised his eyes indifferently: "The meeting is adjourned."

He stood up and left the meeting, with his assistant and the board secretary following him out.

The rest of the people didn't move.

Wen Yangzhi holds too high a proportion of the shares and has almost inherited his father's one-man rule.

After all, this is the Wen family.

Wen Yangzhi returned to the office, and Assistant Zheng asked him cautiously: "What about the necklace? The dinner is coming up, and President Zhou..."

He flipped through the documents in his hand without looking up: "Choose another one, as long as the gift is of equal value."

Fifty million, another fifty million.

If Miss Yun hadn't worn that necklace without permission, she wouldn't have to choose a new one.

This round trip cost the equivalent of 100 million yuan. Assistant Zheng left with a frown in his heart.

Wen Yangzhi's cell phone rang. When he saw the name displayed on it, he was silent for a long time.

The other side has no intention of hanging up yet.

He then reached out and swiped to answer the call.

The girl's soft and gentle voice came from the phone: "Brother, are you coming home for dinner?"

In the cold and hard office with only black, white and gray colors, the girl's charming voice is particularly abrupt.

Wen Yangzhi turned the page: "No reply."

Yun Yuwan let out a low "ah" in disappointment.

Wen Yangzhi remained unmoved.

Yun Yuwan held her phone and looked at herself in the mirror.

If he doesn't come back, then all my dressing up would be in vain.
Is he too busy to go home? He doesn't even want to see her.

She thought for a moment and said, "Well... did you know that the Jiang family is coming to visit us today?"

"I'm sure the atmosphere will be better with you here. The brother from the Jiang family is so familiar with you."

Finally, there was a pause on the other end of the line: "Jiang family?"

In just a moment, he understood the Jiang family's intention.

She didn't care: "Yes."

Wen Yangzhi's face was slightly cold: "I know."

He hung up the phone directly.

But less than an hour later, Yun Yuwan heard from the servant that Mr. Xiao Wen had returned and was talking to Mr. Wen.

She couldn't help but set off firecrackers for herself in her heart.

She is so smart.

In the tea room, Wen Wei and Wen Yangzhi sat opposite each other. A cigar was placed on the white porcelain ashtray in front of Wen Wei, with smoke rising up.

Wen Wei hinted: "You are twenty-seven years old. There are some things that Dad doesn't tell you, but you should know them in your heart."

"I know." Wen Yangzhi's face was indifferent.

Wen Wei tried to probe: "What did you think of Miss Xu the last time you met her?"

Wen Yangzhi took the fair cup and poured himself some tea. His slender white fingers rested on the dark red clay teapot, complementing each other elegantly and gracefully:

"As a wife, I'm afraid she can't bear the responsibility."

Wen Wei understood: "I am a little young."

It is indeed not easy to be the mistress of the Wen family, because the financial industry relies heavily on the accumulation of personal connections, and the mistress of the Wen family must be versatile and insightful, and cannot be a canary with only beauty.

Even if she is not a hostess, she will be a top talent wherever she is placed.

Take Zhao Qin for example. It seems like she doesn't have to do anything. She has never worked since she was married home.

In fact, he was so busy attending social gatherings, connecting business ties, handling relationships with the wives of various families, and learning about the business trends of various wealthy families from the wives and daughters that he hardly had a day to rest.

Because she is a female celebrity, sometimes she can gain initial favor just by showing her face, which is extremely helpful in expanding her network of contacts.

Most of the connections in the Wen family depend on her, followed by the connections Wen Yangzhi made when he was in school.

Classmates in private aristocratic schools, such as the second generation like Jiang Jianqing.

By joining a Greek fraternity at an Ivy League school, you will have a network of relationships across the United States after graduation, and of course there will be some second- and third-generation Chinese people as well.

Being the wife of the Wen family is not an easy thing.

If you are not a smart person, it is difficult to be thorough.

Especially since Wen’s is not a small business.

It is almost impossible to find someone who is capable and impressive enough to be Mrs. Wen and who he likes.

Wen Wei calmly advised: "You can learn this kind of thing if you try. Miss Xu is a good match for you."

Wen Yangzhi refused neatly: "I don't like it."

"Then what kind do you like?" Wen Wei really couldn't figure out his son's preferences.

Wen Yangzhi said calmly: "Beautiful."

The answer was unexpected, and Wen Wei's hand holding the cigar stopped in mid-air.

Looking at his son's cold face, although he is young, he already has the bearing of a superior. Ordinary people probably wouldn't dare to act rashly in front of him.

He thought that his son liked someone who was smart, virtuous and gentle.

But I never thought that he likes beautiful people.

But if you think about it carefully, it is understandable.

After all, they are all men. They like beautiful things. It's men's nature.

　Wen's Commercial Bank is purely fictitious, and its prototype is a foreign bank established in the 19th century.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)