False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

"The cooperation with Katutu has been terminated recently, and their enthusiasm is not enough."

"But Mr. Wen, we have been working with Katutu for nearly five years..."

"So," the person sitting at the table propped his chin with one hand, lazily raised his eyes and looked at the little assistant in front of him, trying to convince him, "7000 million copyright fees per year, you pay?"

The sunlight shone in from behind him, and the little assistant could clearly see the facial features of the person in front of him, but couldn't see the expression of the person clearly.

His eyebrows were sharp and almost ruthless, and the corners of his raised mouth were full of sarcasm, as if he was threatening the assistant, if he said one more word, he would go to the personnel department to receive N+1 dismissal pay.

The little assistant opened his mouth, but finally just nodded, "I understand."

She picked up the materials in her hands, and leaned slightly towards Mr. Wen in front of her, "Mr. Wen, then I will distribute these materials first."

The little assistant was about to turn around when Mr. Wen said again, "By the way, let all the departments prepare for a meeting in the afternoon."

The little assistant paused, then turned around to confirm the meaning of his immediate superior, "Mr. Wen, do you mean that this meeting is going to be held today?"

Mr. Wen chuckled, "Did I mean next year?"

The little assistant was scared back two steps by Mr. Wen's smile again. She could imagine that if this order was issued, the whole company would have to frantically make a summary PPT. The problem is that it may not be done yet.

Boom, boom, boom.

The index finger tapped the table slowly and rhythmically, and the little assistant's heart twitched in accordance with the rhythm.

She hugged the document in her hand tightly, said "I will pass it on immediately", and hurriedly fled the president's office.Behind her is not like the most luxurious office in the company, but more like the lair of the devil.

As soon as the company's high-level group got the news, they began to cry.

Under tremendous pressure, the little assistant continued to post messages in the group.

[Practice Assistant: Please estimate the preparation time for each department now, and I will determine the meeting time. 】

[Marketing Department: Little sister, can you tell Mr. Wen that it will be two or three days late, and it will take at least five or six hours for us to sort out the information. 】

[Planning Department: Our preparation time is estimated to be longer, can the girl help accommodate?Even tomorrow afternoon. 】

[Practice Assistant: I dare not, Mr. Wen is so scary [crying]]

Mr. Wen Wenqian is the executive president of Wenge Group. He holds 60.00% of the shares and has the absolute right to speak in the company.

Although he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, handsome and outstanding, with perfect body proportions, which makes him look thinner in clothes and fleshy in undress, most employees belong to Wen Qian. .

Assistant Bai, who had been with him for many years before, was on vacation, and Wen Qian approved it for a year with a wave of his hand, but now, with three months left before that year, the assistant has changed so much that even the department heads don't want to remember their names, and just casually "Little sister" and "sister" shouted.

Wen Qian waited for nearly an hour before finally receiving news from his assistant.

[Practice assistant: Mr. Wen, the arrangement has been made.It's just that it takes time for them to sort out the materials. Would you like to have a meeting in the early morning tonight? 】

Wen Qian didn't hesitate for a second, and replied "yes".

This is destined to be a sleepless night, after Wen Qian finishes dealing with the matter in hand, he sees that the time is about to midnight.

The little assistant who was supposed to remind the meeting was late, so Wen Qian got up calmly and walked to the meeting room.

Most of the people had already gone back after finishing their work. The office was completely dark, and the light from the corridor was reflected in the messy office area through the large glass windows.

Wen Qian walked through the corridor, surrounded by silence.

The meeting room was at the end of the corridor, and because the top leader hadn't arrived yet, the complaints in the meeting room slipped through the crack of the door.

"I need a summary of the year-to-date soon. Wen always vented the disharmony within the family to the company, right?"

"But who told Wen Ge to be rich? Boss Wen, even if it's right, we won't leave even if we die."

"It is said that Katutu and Katutu are going to terminate their cooperation. I simply forgot that it was because Katutu was willing to lend a helping hand to Wenge that Wenge can develop smoothly now. Now that Katutu can't do it, Mr. Wen is too ungrateful Bar?"

"It's not that you don't know, Mr. Wen has always been so cold-blooded and ruthless."

"Isn't this already inhumane?"

"Don't talk about it, it's my daughter's birthday tonight. I was consoling me while summarizing, but she was still waiting for me just now, saying that she would wait until Dad had a birthday cake together."

Wen Qian amplified the sound of footsteps a little, and the empty corridor was like a loudspeaker, amplifying it several times.

For a moment, everyone in the conference room fell silent.

Wen Qian stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the conference room.

Everyone stood up with smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Smell is good."

"Mr. Wen is finally here!"

"Mr. Wen, sit here."

Cold-blooded, heartless, inhuman, ungrateful, unworthy of being human at all... Wen Qian has heard such words for a long time.

No one knows what kind of expression is behind the smiling face, and Wen Qian doesn't care.

After he sat down, the lights in the meeting room dimmed slightly.

This is destined to be a massacre by Wen Qian alone. There is no summary for nearly three quarters. After a little grasping, he found that some people don't even know what's going on in their department this year.

I don’t know who helped to make the PPT, I stuttered and read it according to the manuscript, and I looked back with a guilty conscience.

The last one who summed up was the vice president of the finance department. At this time, the concentration of gunpowder smoke in the air had reached its peak. He was holding a paper towel in his hand, which was soaked in sweat and crumpled.

Flipping through the PPT page by page, everyone was surprised to find that Mr. Wen, who was still full of fire just now, was sitting in his seat without saying a word.

The vice president finally concluded his summary. He bowed and was about to end when Wen Qian said, "Wait a minute."

The vice president's face paled instantly.

Wen Qian frowned, "As the finance department, you don't even know how to count?"

"Last year's net profit was 370 yuan and 940 cents. Let's not talk about the net profit you gave so far this year. Why did I estimate that the profit was negative based on the data you gave, and Exactly half a year ago?"

The loopholes covered up in every possible way were finally discovered, and the vice president broke out in cold sweat, "Because, because six months ago, Assistant Bai borrowed [-] million yuan, saying that he wanted to expand the company's business overseas."

Assistant Bai is the person who was granted nearly a year's vacation by Wen Qian at the beginning of the year.

Wen Qian finally found out that something was wrong, "Did the loan process go through my hands?"

"Yes, it was Assistant Bai who was holding your autographed paper approval form, because you were on a business trip in Australia at the time, and the phone couldn't be reached at that time... We found out later that we were cheated."

Assistant Bai is someone Wen Qian has been with for many years, and has been using it very smoothly for many years, so gradually many things have been delegated to him.

"Have you called the police?"

"No, no."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"Because, because Assistant Bai said that if the police were to intervene, he would reveal the truth about Wen Zining's death."

Wen Zining, that was a long time ago.

Wen Qian gradually felt that the air became thinner, even though he opened his mouth wide, he couldn't breathe in any oxygen.

Winner and loser, he only realized that something was wrong at this time, and he has already lost.

The humming in his ears seemed to be mixed with ridicule and abuse, and Wen Qian couldn't care about anything at this time.He clutched the cloth in front of his chest, and fell to the ground amid the exclamation of everyone.

Wen Zining died many years ago.

When Wen Qian was pushed into the sea by Wen Zining, Wen Qian easily pulled Wen Zining down to put him on his back.

The final result was that Wen Zining died, but Wen Qian was still alive.

It was only later that Wen Qian found out that he was born in the same hospital as Wen Zining, but because of the negligence of the nurse, he was taken to the wrong hospital, which caused him to live outside the country for many years.

He is the real young master of the Wen family, and Wen Zining is the fake young master of the Wen family.

I have changed my life for more than ten years by mistake.

Wen Qian belatedly realized that the several adventures he had experienced were all because Wen Zining wanted to put him to death.

But in the end, Wen Zining killed himself.

To the outside world, Wen Qian is the adopted son who was recognized. Since his biological son passed away, everyone agreed that Wen Qian would be Wen Ge's successor in the future.

Few people knew the inside story, which proved that Assistant Bai must be someone close to Wen Zining.

When Wen Qian opened his eyes again, he was already in the hospital.

It was a VIP single room, but the furnishings were a bit different from what Wen Qian had imagined. Although the equipment looked new, they were all old models that had been eliminated.

For Wen Qian at this time, it was already irrelevant. He raised his right hand to ask someone to come in, but that hand was held in the palm of his hand.

Wen Qian looked up, only to realize that there was someone in the room.

It's just that this woman is obviously too young in his memory. When Wen Qian was thinking about whether she had photon skin beautification or three-dimensional thread carving, she heard her tearfully talking to him, "Ning Ning, you finally woke up!" Already!"

Wen Qian frowned tightly, looking at his cheap mother, as if she had some serious illness.

In his memory, this woman's attitude towards him has always been indifferent, and there is almost nothing to say between them.

Wen Qian thought for a while with his dull brain, and gave two possibilities:

1. Because of Wen Zining's death, she was depressed, and now she finally went crazy.

2. She found out that Wen Ge was bankrupted by herself, and now she finally went crazy.

Wen Qian frowned and took his hand back, coughed twice, and shouted to the nurse at the door, "Please pour me a glass of water."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qian really felt that something had changed.

The voice was tender and sweet, although there was a hint of hoarseness in it, it was still obvious that it was not his voice.

Cheap Mom took a glass of water and brought it to her, and then the doctor knocked on the door and walked in.

"It's Wen Zining's ward, right?"

Wen Zining?

Within a few minutes of Wen Qian waking up, a third possibility was added in his heart:

It is he who is crazy.