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

Chapter 814: Heaven

"I have one more ticket."

After he said this, he lowered his head, uncapped the pen in silence, and wrote two names on the card.

One name is the candidate he supports, and the other name is a shareholder.

Before I finished writing, the poll watcher raised an objection: "According to the rules, the candidate himself is in abstention status, so your vote cannot be counted."

"It's not my vote, I'm just voting by proxy."

After writing his name, he put down his pen and raised his phone to signal: "A shareholder who was not present sent me a message, begging me to vote on his behalf."

"...but time..."

"You can come and check. He sent the text message during the voting period. I just opened my phone and saw it."

The poll watcher signaled a secretary to go down and get the phone.

In full view of everyone, Wen Can handed his mobile phone and voting card to the secretary.

The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the secretary.

The soles of his shoes landed on the soft carpet, and the slight sound of his footsteps sounded like a bell.

Most of the shareholders present had solemn expressions, but in the silence the air was, on the contrary, burning and boiling.

Oxygen is decreasing.

Wen Rong was breathing rapidly, but he was one of the only two people in the audience who did not look at his secretary.

He looked at Wen Can.

At this countdown-like moment, he couldn't see through the card in the secretary's hand with his eyes, so he could only follow his instinct to look for the answer on Wen Can's face - he could no longer control himself, or rather, he was completely controlled by his instinct.

The eyes were trembling, as if there was a hesitation that he didn't want to be noticed, but they were full of an urgency that was about to burst the eyeballs, so that the whites of the eyes were slightly bloodshot and red.

Under the glaring light, this quick yet powerful glance was like the tongue of some aquatic animal, thick and covered with tongue coating, attempting to carry its prey back with one roll.

But he suddenly stopped at Wen Can's gaze.

Wen Can was the second person who didn't look at the secretary.

He tilted his head and looked at Wen Rong, as if he was waiting for his gaze.

After that, he just smiled.

It was a soothing, affectionate smile that seemed to say, "Don't worry."

Wen Rong's extremely tense heart suddenly relaxed.

The feeling of being shivering in the snow in the cold winter and being suddenly pulled into a warm room with a campfire when he was about to die almost made him cry.

A sour taste rushed up his nose and eyes, and for a moment even his vision became blurred.

I quickly sniffed to suppress the feeling.

Wen Rong was overwhelmed by the sudden surge of fatherly love and had no time to react before he heard the voice of the vote monitor.

"After verification, the voting text message was indeed within the prescribed time limit, and the identity of the voter has also been verified."

"Shareholder Mr. Chi Jinshu..."

The unfamiliar name caused many shareholders to whisper to each other.

Wen Rong suddenly woke up with a shudder.

He looked up in disbelief.

The voices of the poll watchers continued.

"Mr. Chi Jinshu, the shareholder, cast all the 1.6 million votes he inherited from Ms. Chi Wandao for—"

Wen Rong's eyes widened, and the vote monitor also looked at him and smiled in blessing: "Wen Rong!"

"Therefore, the final winner of this vote is - Wen Rong! Congratulations to Mr. Wen Rong. From today on, he is the new chairman of Wen's Group! Please applaud him! Welcome our new chairman! Let us also look forward to the new chairman leading the group and all employees to a brighter and better future!"

Led by the poll watchers.

The second person to applaud was Wen Can.

The shareholders who reacted later also started to applaud.

One after another, one by one, the applause finally became like thunder.

Wen Rong stood up in a daze and bowed mechanically to the shareholders based on his intuition.

He only had the last bit of rationality left, and in the name of "being decent and calm, and not losing face", he was led to become a stiff but decent puppet.

"Thank you, thank you for your support and trust."

Everyone's face became blurred under the light, and what appeared in his sight were smiling mouths.

The face is blurry, only the smiling mouth is clear - so friendly, so full of kindness, so full of blessings or eager flattery.

No matter who that person is, whether they have had any unpleasantness with him in the past, or whether they look down on him... now their mouths are open as if copied and pasted, and they smile like sunflowers as he turns his head.

what……

I don't know who pushed him to the middle position.

what……

Even the carpet has become soft.

He took one deep step and one shallow step, as if he was sinking deeply into the cotton, yet also as if he was floating in the air.

"Chairman, why don't you say something!"

"What are you talking about? There's an even grander banquet waiting for the chairman tonight!"

"The main meal should be saved for the evening! The chairman always gives a speech when he takes office!"

"I wonder if the chairman has prepared his speech in advance, hahaha."

"Boss Wen, I'm counting on you from now on."

……

Voices surrounded him, eyes surrounded him, "Chairman" and "Premier Wen" surrounded him.

No longer President Wen, no longer Mr. Wen, no longer the dispensable charity tycoon.

what……

This is what it feels like to be truly superior, and this is what true power feels like.

——"What needs to be said will be saved for the evening. No matter what your plans are, you must stay for the banquet tonight - in order to let our employees see the prosperity of our group..."

He spoke in a light-hearted and appropriate manner, his hands hanging at his sides were shaking so he had to put them in his trouser pockets, and his throat, which was making sounds, had no feeling.

He had no idea what he was saying.

The calm smile on his face seemed like a mask stuck on.

My thoughts are in the clouds and in the turbulence, and I can't find any definite content.

There are only fragmentary, chaotic yet passionate emotions.

is this real?

Has he really been waiting for this day?

He has finally waited for this day!

It's like a dream.

No, no no no… This is not a dream, this should never be a dream.

This was the life he was supposed to live.

This is the correct, proper and natural life.

But destiny was so late for so many years.