The rebirth of the wealthy, the daughter of the richest man turns evil

Lu Huiyun's face turned pale. "Why is Wen Shujin always staring at me? The TV station pays me millions every year."

Wen Shukui's face changed when he heard this: "Didn't you say you don't want to make money?"

Seeing her two sons looking at her with wandering eyes, Lu Huiyun felt uneasy and could only say to them, "Ah, I saved more money for you."

Wen Shuyu also looked at his mother: "What's going on?"

Seeing both of her sons staring at her, Lu Huiyun could only say, "It's true that the TV factory doesn't make much money, but it still makes a few million a year. Plus, I cried poor to the head office and got a few million in aid, so it's probably around tens of millions a year."

When Wen Shuyu heard this, he understood everything. His uncle controlled the TV factory, pocketed half for himself, and gave the remaining half to his mother.

The two of them felt helpless. Wen Shukui sighed, "Mom, if Dad finds out, you'll be scolded again."

Lu Huiyun was also anxious: "What should I do? Both of their wives are so rich, they can subsidize their children and wear the best clothes. I have no money and no good clothes. How can I surpass those rich ladies? How can I make you more proud? I also want you to use the best and wear the best, so that you can surpass the children of those two wives."

Wen Shuyu sighed deeply: "Mom, I know you are doing this for our own good, but the money Dad gave us is enough to squander, why worry about food and clothing?"

How could the money Wen Boyang gave them be so little? He gave them three rooms worth 10 million every year, so how could it not be enough? It was just a competitive spirit.

The purchasing power of money in this era is different from that of later generations. At that time, white-collar workers working in companies in the city center only earned three or four hundred yuan a month, and corporate executives only earned two or three thousand yuan. An egg cost only five cents, a pound of rice cost only ten cents, and a pound of cabbage cost three cents. The purchasing power of ten million yuan was only higher than that of one hundred million yuan in later generations.

Song Shiwei had been wealthy since she was a child, so naturally she had a lot of jewelry. Furthermore, Wen Boyang had built his fortune on the Song family's business, and Song Shiwei's stake was second only to Wen Boyang's, with dividends reaching tens of millions annually. Although she couldn't go to the company due to health reasons, she was still a major shareholder.

Although the second wife's family was impoverished, they were not poor. In addition, with the second wife's investments in Yali Clothing and Wen's Real Estate, one could imagine how much assets they had embezzled behind the scenes.

The third wife relies on Wen Boyang for money, so how can she possibly compete with the first and second wives?

Wen Shukui also said, "Mom, don't do these things anymore. Tell your uncle to leave immediately, okay? Don't let him get caught. My brother and I are going to school. We have classes in the morning."

Lu Huiyun could only nod in agreement.

As soon as they left, Lu Huiyun picked up the phone and dialed her brother. After waiting for a long time, the call was finally connected. A strong voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sister, what's the matter?"

Lu Huiyun grabbed the phone line with her fingers and said directly, "Brother, you don't need to work at the TV factory anymore."

Hearing this, Lu Yong nearly jumped up from his office chair, pulling the phone cord straight. "What do you mean you don't want to work at the TV factory anymore?"

Lu Huiyun frowned: "Brother, calm down. Boyang asked Wen Shujin to manage the TV factory. If Boyang finds out what you do there, he won't let you go."

Wen Boyang is cruel and ruthless, and his actions scare many people. If he finds out that someone dares to do something behind his back, he will kill him without hesitation.

In his previous life, Wen Shujin was framed by the second wife. One of the charges was that he conspired with internal personnel to take over the company. This incident made Wen Boyang angry for a long time, and he had not seen Wen Shujin for several months.

When Lu Yong heard this, he felt a little frightened, but he quickly came to his senses. Wen Boyang had already sent many people over, but weren't they all fooled and driven away by him?

Lu Yong calmed down, his fear dissipated: "Sister, what are you afraid of? She's just a little girl. I let her come with a smile and leave crying."

When Lu Huiyun heard what Lu Yong said, she was shocked: "What are you going to do? Don't mess around, this is Boyang's favorite daughter. If something happens, he will not let us go."

Lu Yong snorted coldly: "What are you afraid of? Don't worry, I won't kill her. I have countless ways to drive her away. When the time comes, she will know the difficulty and retreat on her own."

Lu Huiyun was a little moved when she heard this. After all, Wen Shujin was a rich lady. If she suffered some setbacks, wouldn't she just come back in disgrace?

Wen Shujin has shares in the Wen family. Although not much, she still gets several million in dividends every year. Adding the pocket money given by Wen Boyang and Song Shiwei, her assets now amount to nearly 100 million, which is just the right amount to start-up capital for the TV factory.

The TV factory is located in a remote place in the suburbs. The factory covers an area of ​​30 acres. The enterprise has never expanded and the factory is a bit old.

Wen Shujin was accompanied by Taozi, a maid given to her by her mother. She was not very old, only sixteen years old, and had only been in the Wen family for a few days. Wen Shujin chose her because of her young age. After all, most of the elderly people in the family were already An Yuyun's people.

"Miss, is this the Wen family's factory? It's so huge." From a distance, one could see a six-story building with four or five floors. Taozi came from the countryside and had never seen such a place before, so she was naturally full of curiosity.

Wen Shujin propped up his head, closed his eyes and rested, without answering.

Taozi didn't care. She had been with Wen Shujin for a long time and knew that she didn't like to talk, but she was easy to get along with and didn't have the temper of a spoiled brat.

The car quickly drove into the factory gate, and Taozi kept praising the factory along the way.

The door was locked and the car wouldn't open even after honking several times.

The driver got out of the car and looked at the guard: "Why don't you open the door?"

The guard was wearing a uniform, but it was untidy. His buttons were unbuttoned, the end of his belt was casually hanging in the air, and he had no hat on. He looked very casual. He was smoking a cigarette and suddenly let out a breath: "Who are you? Why do you want to open the door? You have to register to enter the factory."

The driver was a little confused when he heard this: "The master should have called your person in charge yesterday."

The guard scoffed, "How would I know who your master is? Anyone can come in just by saying something. Wouldn't our factory become an asylum?"

The driver frowned at the man's rudeness. "How can you be so unreasonable? We are from the Wen family. The master has given full responsibility for this factory to our young lady."

The guard pushed the driver and said, "What master, what lady? I don't know you. Get out of here..."

Wen Shujin opened her eyes and looked at the arrogant security guard outside. It seemed that Lu Yong had deliberately not told the security guard in order to intimidate her, making her feel humiliated.

Wen Shujin opened the door and Taozi quickly opened the umbrella. After all, it was May and the sun was still a little strong.

Wen Shujin was wearing a red long skirt and a white shirt with her sleeves rolled up. She had a ruby ​​flower brooch with diamonds on the petals pinned to her chest, and her long curly hair was dancing in the air.

The guard's eyes widened and his mouth opened, unable to speak for a long time.

Wen Shujin looked at him coldly: "Call out your person in charge."