From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 137: Forging Ahead: Overcoming Difficulties on the Road to Inheritance

Funds frozen!

Wen Nuan only felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

This is simply adding insult to injury!

She clutched the document tightly, her knuckles turning white.

It's not just a matter of a limited budget, it's a matter of having no start-up capital at all!

She tried to calm herself down, took a few deep breaths, and began to analyze the dilemma before her.

The actions of the Elders Council obviously had a deeper meaning. They wanted to see how she could break out of the desperate situation.

Wen Nuan had no time to complain. She immediately called the project team together and laid out the situation.

The team members were also shocked and frustrated, but a warm calm and determination infected them.

She analyzed the project's value and prospects in detail and developed a new plan, striving to achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of money.

She decided to seek support from within her family first. She personally visited Uncle Mo and explained the significance of the project and her own plans.

Uncle Mo was reserved at first, but was moved by the warmth, sincerity and professionalism, and finally agreed to make additional investment.

With the support of Uncle Mo, other family members also began to re-examine this project.

Wen Nuan struck while the iron was hot and presented them with a detailed project plan and prospect analysis, ultimately convincing some family members to increase their investment.

At the same time, Mo Han also learned about Wen Nuan's predicament. He used his connections to attract some external sponsorship, injecting new vitality into the project.

The funding problem was temporarily alleviated, and Wen Nuan's tense nerves relaxed a little, but she knew that this was only the first step in a long journey.

She looked at the project plan in her hand with a firm gaze: "Next, the real challenge..." At this moment, Scholar Sun hurried into the office with a serious expression: "Madam Mo, something happened..."

Wen Nuan rubbed her brows and leaned back in her chair tiredly.

After the funding problem was solved, the project finally got on track, but new challenges followed - technical bottlenecks.

The technical team recommended by Director Zhou is experienced, but their plan is too conservative and incompatible with Wen Nuan's pursuit of innovative ideas.

In the conference room, the two sides exchanged sharp words and refused to give in to each other.

Director Zhou pushed his glasses and said in a firm tone: "Mrs. Mo, I know you want to innovate, but when it comes to technology, you have to be cautious. Our solution is the most mature and reliable." Wen Nuan did not give in: "Director Zhou, mature and reliable does not mean advanced. What we pursue is breakthroughs, not standing still!" The two sides were deadlocked and the meeting ended in a bad mood.

It was late at night, but the light was still on in the study of the Mo family villa.

Wen Nuan frowned as she looked at the technical plan on the computer.

Mo Han came over with a cup of hot milk and gently placed it next to her.

He walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently.

"Are you still worried about the project?" His low voice was filled with a hint of heartache.

Wen Nuan sighed and rested her head on his chest: "Director Zhou's plan is too conservative and cannot achieve the desired effect, but I can't think of a better way at the moment." Mo Han gently stroked her hair and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, no matter what difficulties you encounter, I will be with you through it." Wen Nuan felt full of love and strength, and a warm current surged in her heart.

She raised her head, her eyes determined: "I will definitely find a solution!"

Suddenly, Wen Nuan's gaze fell on an ancient book on the bookshelf. It was passed down from the ancestors of the Mo family and recorded some ancient technologies.

She had an idea, stood up, took the book, and opened the yellowed pages.

Mo Han looked at her focused expression and asked curiously, "What are you reading?" Wen Nuan pointed to a passage in the book, her eyes gleaming, "Maybe... we can try this..."

Wen Nuan stayed awake all night, buried in the ancient book.

Between the yellowed pages, an ancient technical idea gradually becomes clear, like a dusty treasure seeing the light of day again.

She keenly captured the wisdom contained therein and cleverly combined it with modern technology. A brand new solution gradually took shape in her mind.

The next day, Wen Nuan called the technical team together again with a new plan.

At first, the team members were skeptical about this plan derived from ancient books, but with Wen Nuan’s detailed explanation and demonstration, they were gradually convinced by its unique ideas and potential huge advantages.

Director Zhou's originally frowned brow gradually relaxed, and his eyes flashed with surprise and admiration.

After the new plan was implemented, the project progressed rapidly.

The original technical bottleneck was broken through and all indicators exceeded expectations.

When the news reached the family, the elders all began to look at Wen Nuan with new eyes. Their previous doubts and contempt were gone, replaced by admiration and recognition.

Even Director Zhou, who has always been stubborn, took the initiative to find warmth and expressed his admiration sincerely: "Mrs. Mo, your foresight and innovative spirit are really admirable!"

Although the project was progressing so smoothly, Wen Nuan did not feel relaxed at all.

She knew very well that greater challenges were yet to come.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the dazzling night view of the city, her eyes deep and firm.

Mo Han walked behind her, gently put his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear: "Everything will be fine." Wen Nuan smiled slightly, turned around, and looked at him with burning eyes: "No, this is just the beginning..." Her hand tightly grasped the ancient book, and her fingertips exerted a little force, as if to absorb all the power contained in it.

Suddenly, Secretary Li hurriedly pushed the door open, his face slightly panicked: "Mrs. Mo, the Zhao clan elder...he..."

Secretary Li's face turned paler and paler, and he stammered, "The elder of the Zhao clan...he suddenly fell ill and is now in the hospital for emergency treatment..." Wen Nuan's heart tightened. The elder of the Zhao clan had always been in good health. How could he suddenly fall ill?

An ominous premonition came to mind.

She immediately told Secretary Li to prepare a car and head straight to the hospital.

The hospital corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant and the atmosphere was solemn.

Mo Han also rushed over after hearing the news, holding Wen Nuan's hand and giving her silent support.

After a long wait, the lights in the operating room finally went out and the doctor walked out tiredly.

"The patient's condition is not optimistic and he needs to be observed in the intensive care unit (ICU) for a period of time." The doctor's heavy words were like a bolt from the blue, making my warm heart sink to the bottom.

In the following days, Wen Nuan dealt with the finishing work of the project while paying close attention to Zhao Zulao's condition.

Under her leadership, the project was completed ahead of schedule and achieved results beyond expectations.

The elders of the family praised Wen Nuan highly, and Uncle Mo even praised her publicly, praising her for bringing new hope to the Mo family.

Wen Nuan's prestige in the family has reached an unprecedented height.

At the celebration banquet, Wen Nuan became the focus of everyone's attention.

As the glasses clinked, Uncle Mo raised his glass, his face flushed: "Wen Nuan, you have made great contributions to the Mo family. I toast you a glass!" Wen Nuan raised her glass gracefully in response, with a faint smile, but a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in her eyes.

However, the big tree attracts the wind.

The rise of Wen Nuan has also attracted jealousy and dissatisfaction from some people.

After the banquet, Wen Nuan returned to the office to check the information for the next project.

She opened the folder and scanned the densely packed data. Suddenly, her brows furrowed tightly, her finger paused on a number, and her eyes gradually became cold.

"This is impossible..." she muttered to herself, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

At this moment, Mo Han pushed the door open and saw that Wen Nuan looked upset. She asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Wen Nuan raised her head and looked at Mo Han with a complicated gaze. She said word by word, "Someone... did something." She handed the folder to Mo Han, pointed at the tampered data, and said in a cold tone, "Look..."