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

“……”Wen Can was stunned for a moment.

Ye Kong looked at him and thought - yes, I finally found what I can do. I don’t know how to comfort people, and I don’t know how to figure out Wen Can’s heart, but I can know other people’s hearts - those dirty, filthy hearts full of desires and ambitions, and full of gold and silver.

She thought that she might really be the reincarnation of a devil. She had no idea where to start with souls that were full of love and kindness, but she could easily see through dirty and twisted souls intuitively.

Wen Can had come back to his senses from his daze, looked at her steadily, and asked softly, "How to do it?"

Ye Kong glanced at him, took two steps forward, took the phone from his hand, opened the dial-up interface, and called Secretary Fei.

As soon as the call was connected, I heard an impatient report from the other end: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Miss Ye is here. I just asked the bodyguard downstairs to let her in, but I forgot to tell you..."

"Miss Ye is talking to you."

Ye Kong interrupted him and asked, "Are you in the ward?"

"……exist."

"Is there a TV in the ward? A smart TV."

"..." Secretary Fei glanced at the large LCD screen on the wall and said, "Yes, it's ultra-high definition, ultra-large screen, ultra-intelligent, and ultra-thin."

"Are there any other bodyguards here?"

"……Have."

"Tie up the patient's hands and feet to prevent him from struggling."

"……what?"

Ye Kong raised his eyes and looked at Wen Can.

Wen Can looked at her silently.

The night wind was blowing faintly, and the crescent moon in the sky had completely emerged from the clouds, happily casting endless cold light.

Ye Kong looked into Wen Can's eyes, and his voice fell into the moonlight, gently and coolly, scattering around the two of them like dandelions: "Can you cast the screen? I'll send you an ultra-high-definition 360-degree live broadcast of the dinner party shot by Wen Rong - you project it on the TV, and make sure the patient can see and hear it. If he closes his eyes, amplify the sound. If he covers his ears - oh, he shouldn't be able to cover his ears with his hands tied."

"..." After understanding the meaning of her words, Secretary Fei suddenly realized it, but was speechless. A subtle and cold awe rose from the bottom of his heart.

He held up his cell phone and glanced at the old man who had long since calmed down and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed to rest - he was indeed a patient, and Ye Kong had really used the term 'patient' just now.

It was cold and indifferent, without any emotion, and naturally no malice, but the more so, the more creepy it was.

Secretary Fei signaled the bodyguard to keep an eye on the man, turned around and left the ward, then whispered, "Are you sure? What if he has a heart attack?"

"Does he have a heart condition?"

“…Not really.”

"Then he won't have a heart attack." Ye Kong said coldly, "The patient is so old, he has seen all kinds of ups and downs, what's this little blow? People like them are best at using a magnifying glass to amplify a one-point injury and spread it out. If you do as I say, he will never get hurt, because he will definitely insist on using this life to save his son."

Ye Kong said: "In addition, you should also filter out the comments on the Internet that curse the Wen Group and the Wen family. If he goes crazy watching the live broadcast, you can play those cursed comments on TV in a rolling manner to change his taste..."

"What if he closes his eyes?"

"Just do it - even if he closes his eyes, he is tortured all the time, because people love to be humble in their bones. The more they don't want to face the more they fear something, the more they can't help but look at it. Even if they don't look at it, they will be tortured by their own imagination."

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Secretary Fei said, "I understand."

The phone hangs up.

Ye Kong handed the phone back to Wen Can.

Wen Can took it slowly.

The air was cool and the atmosphere seemed to have changed.

In the phone call just now, Ye Kong's voice was like a dandelion lingering around them, as if at a moment when no words were needed, they had silently become accomplices to some extent.

Wen Can held the phone in his hand and was no longer in a hurry to send Ye Kong back.

"Just now in the ward, I said that he and his son are both poor people who will constantly escape and hypnotize themselves when facing something they fear." He said, "Maybe your method won't work very well."

“No, it will definitely work.” Ye Kong laughed, “Because these things are right in front of him. Even if the self-hypnosis is successful, he can’t keep his eyes and ears open all the time. So, this will be a process of continuous self-hypnosis and self-destruction.”

"..." Wen Can was silent for a moment, "You..."

“It’s a form of mental abuse.”

Ye Kong said with that cold and indifferent face: "I chose not to live stream the slices, but the whole process, in order to prolong the cycle of abuse, so that he can feel the pain ups and downs, instead of always being at the highest value, or in other words - the highest value will keep changing."

Ye Kong put his hands behind his back and paced forward, and began to explain to Wen Can seriously like a teacher: "When he first watches it, he will probably only get nervous when he sees Wen Rong go on stage to give a speech, and then he will start to feel pain when Wen Rong is handcuffed. After that, he will experience torture until your applause drives Wen Rong crazy and confesses his guilt, and then the pain will explode to the highest point - but when it starts to play the second time, because he has watched the whole process, he already knows at which point the pain will begin, so he will get nervous earlier and feel pain earlier - until it repeats many times, he will start to get nervous from the first second, and start to feel pain from the second second, and the whole process will become a great torment, but he will be unable to break free."

Ye Kong walked slowly around Wen Can. "When he is about to collapse, let's change his taste and let him feel another kind of pain. Let him see how the Wen family and Wen Group, which he cares about the most, have become rats that everyone wants to beat. Oh, and also tell Xiao Fei to pick more reviews with content and technical content. Don't just use dirty words, but dirty words as well, because he, his family and his career, who are noble, have probably never been mentioned by these proletarians in such a contemptuous and insulting tone."

"People will be destroyed by words and endless malice."

Ye Kong returned to Wen Can, raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, with a nonchalant and cold expression: "I have already verified this."