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In the downtown area of ​​Jingnan, on the bustling and affluent Financial Street, a sky-high glass building blocks half of the sunlight. The Maybach drove through the shadow cast by it, and stopped neatly in front of the Mingrong Group's imposing gate. Wen Ke turned off the engine Stepped out of the driving seat, wearing an extremely low-key white shirt and black trousers, still attracted the attention of many pedestrians.

Holding two documents in his hand, he stepped into the building, stepped on the shiny floor tiles to merge into the flow of people going to work, and took the elevator with Mingrong's employees.

The number of people decreased step by step, up to the 35th floor, there was only Wen Ke left in the ladder.When the red number jumped to 39, the elevator door slowly opened to both sides, and at the same time, a sweet and clean female voice was heard: "Sorry sir, all departments on this floor are temporarily closed to the public today."

Wen Ke came here only once, to listen to the lawyer read his father's will. He politely raised a gentleman's smile, and handed the power of attorney of Hisil Wines to the secretary of the chairman: "Please help me find Zhong Jie , there is work."

Hanging up the intercom call, waiting for less than a minute, the automatic door opened and closed, and a middle-aged man with gray temples and a brown suit strode out to greet him.

He trembled his lips in a daze, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and changed his words: "Xiao Ke?"

"Uncle Zhong." Wen Ke stepped forward, leaned over and gave the man a friendly hug, "Long time no see."

Zhong Jie is Wen's father's most loyal old subordinate. He fought side by side with him in the business world.He held Wen Ke's hand, was dumb for a few seconds, and asked, "Why are you back?"

Wen Ke replied frankly: "Come to this shareholder meeting."

Zhong Jie raised his thick eyebrows and looked at him, with a complicated heart. After reading Wen's father's will, Wen Ze's mother was furious, and the two brothers were at odds because of this. Later, Wen Ke voluntarily gave up the inheritance and only wanted Beishan's property , There are always gossips among the high-level people, talking about Wen Ze's position as the chairman of the board was given to him by Wen Ke, and some even ridiculed that he is no better than an illegitimate child.

Zhong Jie said worriedly: "Wen Ze never wants to see you at the meeting."

Wen Ke didn't answer, and held Zhong Jie's shoulders. The two walked side by side on the empty and warm corridor. Extravagance is the special conference room for the general meeting of shareholders.

Arguments filled with gunpowder and fierce disputes came piercingly through the lightly opened door. When Wen Ke appeared in everyone's sight, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Wen Ze's expression was comically ferocious. The inevitable laughter, clenched fists, lowered head and closed eyes.

Removing Wen Ze from the post of chairman, with Wen Ke's approval vote, he has become a powerful bow, and it will be difficult to stand up in the future.

Wen Ke put down the documents and sat beside Zhong Jie, with a leisurely and relaxed attitude.Some people are flattering, some even applaud to welcome his arrival. Those who oppose Wen Ze stop their chattering and arguing. In the current situation, there is no need to win over any supportive shareholders, let alone guide them to make judgments and choices. Just vote directly.

Wen Ze nestled decadently in the seat, his hair that had been scooped up with hairspray was slightly messed up, and a strand of it hung down on his forehead, his long and narrow eyes were dull and gloomy.He put his hands in his pockets and stared out the window, knowing in his heart that in a few minutes, he would be deprived of all the rights of a director. The seat of chairman of Mingrong might be owned by a major shareholder present, or Wen Ke, but neither Nothing to do with him.

Vote to explain the reasons, a peaceful atmosphere instead of the previous restlessness, creating the illusion of happiness, in fact, everyone's decision is driven by interests, not pure.

When it was Zhong Jie's turn, facing a tie of votes, he reluctantly chose to abstain. Neither party was offended, and he ruthlessly handed over this difficult problem to Wen Ke.

Wen Ze drooped his eyelids, wiped his face irritably, took the Cuban cigar placed on the edge of the table, and sighed almost inaudibly.

Wen Ke looked around the shareholders present. Some of them were well-known capitalists in the financial street. They were often interviewed by TV news, so they were really not easy to offend.After a long while, in an extremely quiet environment, he posted the power of attorney signed by Su Qing on the table and pushed it for everyone to read, so as to identify the authenticity, and then slowly said: "I represent the founder of Hisil Wine, Tou Wenze One ticket."

There was an uproar, Wen Ze shook his cigar-lighting hand, and looked at Wen Ke in astonishment. Then, Wen Ke continued: "I myself made the same choice."

Members of the general meeting of shareholders quarreled inexplicably again, Wen Ke met Shang Wenze's unbelievable eyes amidst the noisy discussion, and his gaze was instantly closed. Wen Ze smiled indifferently, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and talked about his heart, no matter in the past or now , he was always slightly inferior to Wen Ke.

Some shareholders left early in resentment, Zhong Jie raised his legs, and patted Wen Ke on the shoulder in relief, because he underestimated him.Personal grievances will not affect Wen Ke's right decision. No matter how authoritarian Wen Ze is, it will only affect the interests of the group just now. Ming Rong is still the leading large group in Jingnan these years, and he is the best. prove.

The shareholders who supported Wenze were sent away, and the venue was transferred to the chairman's office on the top floor. The spacious room was covered with thick woolen carpets, rare Western gadgets, antique cultural ornaments, calligraphy and painting collections at home and abroad, medieval From modern art masterpieces, all are reflected on the entire translucent glass wall.

Wen Ke sat on the side of the soft sofa, lighting a cigarette by himself, Wen Ze made him a cup of Dahongpao with his own hands, and his indescribable thanks were all melted into this cup of sweet and fragrant tea.

Back at the desk, Wen Ze loosened his tie, rubbed his sore temples with his index finger, and sighed: "Now, those people don't know how to talk about me anymore."

Wen Ke understood immediately, he meant that he once again sat on the chairman's seat because of himself.

Wen Ze asked puzzledly, "What kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

Wen Ke bit his cigarette and concentrated, his brows and eyes were deep, he didn't answer, just kept silent.

"Why did you come here today?" Wen Ze tapped the golden silk tabletop with the hand holding the Cuban cigar, and the silver ash smoke was wrapped in a quiet log fragrance. He guessed, "Because of last night's hot search?"

Wen Ke rubbed a faint smile on his lips, and asked: "If I didn't help you, how would you tease me?"

"The scandal between the second son of Mingrong and the lead singer of the Mage band." Wen Ze narrowed his eyes with hidden sharpness playfully, "It was as shocking as I was when I found out that my father had an illegitimate child."

Wen Ke raised his eyebrows and took a sip of strong tea.

Wen Ze jokingly said: "Fortunately, the hot search was withdrawn in time, and you were covered by a police uniform, so the public opinion could not find Ming Rong. Otherwise, I would have to bother to do public relations for the group."

Wen Ke stroked his eyebrows with his thumb, took out the silver lighter and played with it in his palm.

"But matters are subject to discussion." Wen Ze put the cigar on the outside of the ashtray, crossed his fingers under his chin, "The favor I owe you, should I pay it back now, or later?"

Wen Ke got up and handed over the documents he brought to Wen Ze, and responded with actions.

Just glanced at the cover, Wen Ze darkened his face, and asked coldly, "Why, are you planning to meddle in Ming Rong's business?"

"This is the first time." Wen Ke looked at him, and finally said seriously, "It's also the last time."

Ming Rong recently released a real estate marketing plan that attracted major groups to flock to seek cooperation. The tens of billions of projects, Wen Ze went through the contract in his hand in detail. Every page of the content reflected Huge money deal.

He tilted his head, shifted his eyes from black and white to Wen Ke, and asked with interest: "Why do you want me to choose 'Shengwei'?"

Wen Ze said truthfully: "'Shengwei' is not the best choice in my mind. Although the cooperation between the two top groups can improve the level and topicality of this project in the financial circle, the more capable and good at controlling capital, the better. Conflicts of interest are more likely to arise.”

He paused for a moment, and said frankly: "'Shengwei' has always wanted to cooperate with us, but the profit distribution has never been to my liking. If I make concessions, they will benefit too much."

Having said that, the contract drafted by Wen Ke fully embodies the principle of "win-win". Wei', in my personality, they've got to spit something out."

"Wen Ke." Wen Ze asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The blazing sun was pouring on the carpet, Wen Ke pinched away the nearly burnt smoke, and extinguished it with his fingertips, then put his elbows on his knees, bowed and said, "I want 'Shengwei' to give up someone."

Wen Ze rolled his eyelids and looked at him: "Who?"

Wen Ke: "Executive Vice President of Huafeng Entertainment, Pei Yucheng."

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