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

But he still shook his head: "This is not the same thing - Ah Can, you and I have a good relationship. If you need anything, uncle can help you with anything. Even if you want to borrow money from me, it is not a problem. But this is different. The previous board of directors has been changed to a shareholders' meeting. This is to determine the future direction of the company, the future image of the company, and even the future interests of all our shareholders. I have more shares and have the best relationship with you. As long as you can handle me, it can indeed be regarded as solving a big obstacle, but I am also a businessman - I can't vote for the position of chairman to someone else just because I trust you. Isn't this funny?"

"I trust your ability, so of course I'll vote for you. As a legal representative, I can agree to let you vote for your father. After all, Premier Wen's achievements in charity over the years are visible to everyone, but the chairman—"

He shook his head, saying lightly but firmly: "No."

Wen Rong's face twitched subconsciously, but he quickly controlled it and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Under the table, he placed his hands on his knees, wrinkling his smoothly ironed trousers. Veins bulged on the back of his hands, and even the bones seemed to be sticking out of the skin.

In order to prevent himself from losing control of his expression when he saw the face of the person opposite him, he stared at the teapot on the table with his eyes fixed or empty, and did not notice at all that his young son was sitting next to him. He glanced at him lightly and cruelly with his eyes, while casually supporting his face. Then he sat up straight and spoke with a frown.

"Uncle Yuan, would you please reconsider? My father is very capable, but he just didn't have much room to display his abilities before. As long as you are willing to give him a chance, he will definitely deliver results that will satisfy all shareholders."

Mr. Yuan choked.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the scene gave him a sense of absurdity and perversion.

The other two small shareholders beside him had even more subtle looks in their eyes, constantly glancing at Wen Rong's face.

Seeing Wen Can's persistence, President Yuan didn't hesitate and said directly: "If your father is really capable, he should have achieved something in the past period of time, but I remember that the company's financial report for this quarter is not good. I also took a look at the plan. It can't be said to be outrageous, but it's a mess. I can't see the ability of a helmsman at all. President Wen, don't blame me for being too direct, but you are indeed not as good as Ah Can in this regard. If you really have confidence in yourself, you don't need Ah Can to accompany you. You can come to talk to me alone. With the face of the two families, I will not refuse to see you. But since you brought Ah Can, it means that you don't want to convince me with your strength, but only want to convince me with Ah Can's favor."

Seeing Wen Rong smile bitterly and about to speak again, he waved his hand and said, "Mr. Wen, there is no need to say more. You may be a good father, but no matter how determined you are to be a loving father, you cannot replace A-Chan's talent and ability to bring us huge benefits - your words can impress the audience, but not the shareholders."

"Or maybe President Wen has some misunderstandings about the group because he is not experienced."

He paused, and said in a deep voice: "We are businessmen, not philanthropists. What we care about is money, profit and the future development of the company, not how much the chairman of the group donated today or how many compliments he received. The legal representative can only do this, but the chairman cannot."

"..."

Wen Rong's hands, which were gripping his pants with such force, began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt the other two people's eyes scanning his face. One of them even took a sip from his teacup and agreed in a disguised way: "Yes, Lao Yuan is right. We are doing business as business. You guys are really irresponsible to everyone in the company by soliciting favors like this."

"Yes, A-Chan, you have been dealing with us for many years, you can't be so confused." Another person said, "When your mother was still alive, she showed us no mercy at all."

"There's one more thing," the man put down his teacup. He was obviously the same age as Wen Rong, but he looked at him earnestly and said, "This is the first time I've seen a son bring his father to canvass for votes. Mr. Wen, I understand that you want your child to realize his dream, but once this gets out, you'll become the most incompetent father ever - what's the difference between this and parents bringing their children to the class teacher to plead for mercy? You might as well come alone. What you did is really..."

The man shook his head and sighed.

Wen Rong didn't know what other expressions he could make except for a stiff smile.

His face was flushed from head to neck.

Humiliation, this is naked humiliation!

The huge sense of shame collapsed on him like a mountain, and the anger surged like mud in the drill hole.

The slightly trembling body, the stiff movement of not daring to look up, and the hands clasped tightly on the knees were all seen by the people around him.

Young people are like beasts that devour emotions with their sight.

After satisfying Wen Rong's shame and humiliation, Wen Can sighed softly, took out the file bag he had prepared long ago from behind him, and pushed it towards the person opposite.

"Please take a look at the plan I wrote for the group in the next five years, Mr. Yuan."

Mr. Yuan paused, looked at him in surprise and doubt, and opened the file bag to take out the information.

Wen Rong was also shocked and turned his head suddenly to look at him.

Wen Can didn't look back, but glanced at him with a look that said "be patient".

He continued, "Although I don't want to go back to that position, it doesn't mean I won't care about anything. After all, I am also a shareholder. I certainly hope that the group will be more prosperous. So I made preparations from the beginning. I planned to wait for my father to take over and then play around while assisting him when needed. This way, I would have freedom but not be a completely hands-off boss."

In the light and shadow cast by the blinds, the young man smiled, as warm as a piece of jade under the deep forest.

"After all, my father cares so much about me, how can I not give something back?"