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

When Wen Can arrived at the tea room, Wen Rong and Qin Wu seemed to have been chatting for a long time.

Next to them was Wen Lian serving tea and water, and Qin Zheng quietly acting as a vase.

"Why so late?"

Wen Rong asked as he stood up with a smile and pushed his wheelchair next to the single sofa.

"what is this?"

The question was about a brown paper bag placed on Wen Can's legs.

Wen Can said calmly: "Nothing, where were you talking about?"

"We've just gotten to the point."

After Wen Rong sat down again, Wen Can raised his eyes and looked at the man sitting on the sofa opposite.

Qin Wu.

This was the second time Wen Can saw this man’s face.

He leaned back in the sofa in a relaxed yet polite posture, his elbows resting on the armrests, his entire shoulders and back relaxed, so his gaze was slightly upwards - in a completely unfamiliar and someone else's territory, he could easily show such a self-centered attitude. This was a person who was used to looking down on others and never concealed it.

The following conversation also illustrates this point.

"Master Wen." He smiled at Wen Can like a host entertaining a guest, "Are you not familiar with the wheelchair yet? That's why you came so late?"

"..." Wen Rong's face darkened, "Mr. Qin..."

"Okay I was just kidding."

He spread his hands and sat up a little: "If Master Wen minds, I can apologize."

"Then apologize."

"..."

Qin Wu was stunned for a moment, looking at Wen Can's gloomy face, he laughed and said: "Okay, I'm sorry for hurting Master Wen's self-esteem - I originally thought that you have been disabled for a long time, and you should have accepted this a long time ago. After all, this will make you feel better, right?"

"Master Qin, are you being so mean to yourself to make yourself feel better?"

Qin Wu frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe it: "Master Wen, are you swearing?"

"Want to hear something dirtier? I've got more here."

"..."

"That's enough!" Wen Rong came back to his senses from his stunned state, interrupted in time, and quickly said to Qin Wu, "We were just talking about the bid for "Stars". What does Mr. Qin mean? How much do you think is appropriate?"

Only then did Qin Wu move his gaze away from Wen Can.

He raised three fingers to Wen Rong.

"30 million?" Wen Rong seemed a little hesitant. "According to the market research report I got, this offer might be a bit low..."

Qin Wu let out a sneer: "It's 300 million."

"Three hundred million?" Wen Rong frowned even more tightly, "Isn't this too much?"

"I suggest that you, Premier Wen, read the investigation report several times before discussing the price issue."

"I've seen it." Being spoken to in such a mocking tone by a junior in front of him, Wen Rong was somewhat unhappy, and his face became serious. "It is precisely because I have seen it that I feel it is not suitable - the highest price offered by my secretariat is 100 million, and it would be better if it can be less..."

Wen Rong raised his chin towards Wen Lian, who immediately put down her teacup, pulled out a document from the table, and explained: "Mr. Qin may not know this very well. The highest sales of Undead Demon's previous works was only 70 million. Although we can't find her specific information, according to intelligence from all sides, she is just an 'individual business owner' with no one behind her. After all, we want to use 'Stars' as the source to develop a large project, so if we can save some money on the budget for purchasing copyrights, it will always be good for later development..."

“……” Qin Wu didn’t say anything.

Wen Lian continued to talk, "Besides, 'Stars' is a long comic, and it's estimated that not even 30% of it has been updated yet. It is definitely risky for us to purchase the copyright at this time. Who knows if the author will mess up the ending later? One hundred million is already a very high price, and we can also give her a share of the profits in some aspects at our discretion. For example, if we do peripheral industries in the future, we can give her a 1% dividend. If this project is really a big success, she will definitely earn far more than one hundred million - the highest copyright fee in the past was only 70 million, and a young cartoonist will definitely be tempted."

Wen Lian pointed to something with a meaningful expression and said, "Master Qin, I know you probably want to talk about the value of this comic itself - but, we are businessmen after all, not fans who pay for art, right?"

"..."

Qin Wu had a smile on his face and seemed to be keeping silent politely, but Wen Lian could see from his eyes that he meant "I'm too lazy to talk to an idiot".

Wen Lian's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously glanced at Wen Rong and Wen Can beside her, then sat up straight and said seriously, "If Mr. Qin has any objection to what I said, you can speak up."

"I just want to ask, are these also what President Wen meant?" Qin Wu looked at Wen Rong with a smile.

The latter said calmly: "This is the result of discussion in my secretariat."

He looked at Qin Wu: "Mr. Qin asked me to read the investigation report carefully. I have read it many times. But as A Lian said, we are businessmen, not fans, nor the audience of art. So, sometimes we should not look at the value of the work itself, but estimate the psychological expectations of the seller, and we must estimate it at the lowest position. Isn't it?"

"..."

Qin Wu leaned back on the sofa, glancing at Wen Rong, who had just ascended to the position of CEO of Wen's Group. He raised his hand lazily and unrestrainedly and clapped his hands.

But no one would think that this applause was approval - it was clearly undisguised sarcasm.

"Of course! Thank you for your teachings, Premier Wen." He said proudly, "Premier Wen's transformation from a philanthropist to a capitalist can be said to be quite successful. That's right, capitalists want to suck every drop of blood out of the people. The weaker the people, the more we have to squeeze them to death. Otherwise, where does our money come from? - This is a very qualified capitalist mentality, but I'm afraid that with 100 million or 50 million yuan, you can't even see the face of the immortal demon."

Wen Rong frowned fiercely: "Mr. Qin, are you overestimating a little cartoonist?"

"You think too little of her."

Qin Wu looked a little impatient: "Although we are businessmen rather than fans of art works, even businessmen have to understand the products they are going to buy. I wonder if Mr. Wen agrees with this?"

"Of course I..."

"Since you agree with this, has Mr. Wen ever read the works of the Undead Demon?"

"Of course I have seen it!" Wen Rong said very unhappily, "My wife used to like the Undead Demon very much."

"But even so, you still don't understand her value? - Mr. Wen, if you continue like this, I'm starting to doubt whether it's a wise decision to cooperate with you."

"No matter how likable it is, it's just a comic, a story. No matter how valuable it is, it's just a little kid who may not even be 25 years old, with no wealth or background!"

Wen Rong was angered by Qin Wu's undisguised contempt and disdain, "Spending 300 million on a little brat like this? I'm afraid you're the unwise one, not me!"

The atmosphere was tense and Wen Lian didn't dare to speak easily.

Qin Wu, on the other hand, suddenly turned around and looked at Wen Can: "Master Wen, what do you think?"

"Yes, A-Chan." Wen Rong also looked at him, his hostility disappeared without a trace, and he said encouragingly, "How much do you think is appropriate to invest?"

Wen Can, who had been silent the whole time, raised his eyelids and glanced at them. After a moment, he slowly said, "It depends on which copyright you want to buy."

Wen Rong was stunned: "Of course it's all - if we buy the work "Stars", won't all the subsequent copyrights belong to us?"

"Then I'm afraid three hundred million is not enough."

Wen Can said something calmly that made the two people who were just arguing with each other change color at the same time.

He took out his phone, unlocked it, and placed it on the table. "Just now, the Undead Demon posted a message about the discontinuation of updates for Stellaris. It not only topped the hot search list on all domestic social platforms, but also quickly became a trend on overseas platforms. The popularity is still soaring."

"It's a pity that she stopped updating at this time. If the popularity was created after the establishment of our project, then we are taking advantage of it and we get the benefit without any effort. But this happened before the establishment of the project, and this popularity would become her value."

"Do you think that a work that can cause unrest on both domestic and foreign online platforms just because it was suspended for a week can be bought for 300 million?"

"Or maybe..." Wen Can lowered his eyes and didn't look at Wen Rong, but everyone could sense his cold mockery, "One hundred million? Or even fifty million?"