Business War

The curtains were excellent at blocking out light, so when Wen Yan woke up, the light was extremely dim and wouldn't irritate his eyes at all. He reached for his phone on the bedside table.

It's nine o'clock, and his brother still hasn't called him to the company. It seems that Wen Ling was just saying it casually and didn't really intend for him to go.

Before she could even enjoy the news for a few seconds, Wenyan opened the message bar, and her smile immediately vanished.

Wenling: Come to the company as soon as you wake up. I want to see you before 10 o'clock.

Wen Yan got up with a sigh, and even his beloved sandwich didn't taste good anymore.

After dawdling for half an hour, and only after the butler's repeated urging did he finally leave the house, where he lay motionless in the car like a walking corpse.

The Wen family's company occupies an entire building. Under the warm winter sun, the blue glass reflects a cold light, and the building's top is nowhere in sight. People in suits and ties constantly come and go through the revolving doors.

After getting off the bus, I asked Yantou, whose neck was aching from looking up, "How many floors is this?"

Wen Yan, dressed in casual clothes, seemed out of place in the company, but everyone was so listless and in a hurry that no one paid him any attention.

He walked to the front desk and introduced himself.

The receptionist smiled and led him to the president's private elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.

"Ding!" Wen Yan stepped out of the elevator. An assistant outside the office looked up at him, and the similar appearance immediately confirmed his identity.

She stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen is meeting with guests in his office. Please come with me."

Wen Yan's face flushed slightly. He didn't even have a title, so calling him "Little Manager Wen" was really too much of an honor.

He sat on the sofa outside, and his assistant brought him tea and snacks.

Wen Yan had just finished breakfast and wasn't hungry. He only drank a few sips of tea and kept glancing towards the office to see when the client would come out, otherwise he would be too bored staying there.

With so many cameras around, he didn't dare use his phone. If Ling's office could see him, he'd definitely get a scolding.

Let's just be honest.

Wen Yan stared at the clock on the wall, picked up a potted plant from the side to look at, and started guessing its species and counting its thorns. Half an hour passed before the client finally came out of the office.

When the person came out, Yan was dumbfounded.

With a refined face, gentle features, and a handsome appearance, Su Jibai wore a sharp suit and stood tall and straight.

This must be Su Jibai's father, Su Qian.

Wen Yan quietly put the flowerpot down, stood up, and said, "Hello, Uncle Su."

“It’s Wenyan,” Su Qian said with a smile. “She knows to come to the company to help out. Not bad, not bad.”

Wen Yan replied, "Not at all, it's only my first day here. You're too kind to me." He was dressed casually, and anyone with eyes could see what was going on; they were really giving him too much face.

"It's already quite commendable to have this intention," he said, turning to look at the people behind him. "Isn't that good enough?"

Su Jibai came out and smiled, saying, "Yes, Ayan is very ambitious."

Wen Ling also came out, smiling as she saw them off to the elevator. The group exchanged pleasantries before saying goodbye.

Before the elevator doors closed, Su Jibai smiled and winked at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan quickly sent him a message.

Question to the wild goose: ?

Turning around, Wen Ling saw Wen Yan sitting on the sofa playing on her phone. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Come in."

Wen Yan quickly put her phone down and followed behind Wen Ling.

Wen Ling sat in his office chair, surrounded by a mountain of documents. He waved his hand, and some of the documents fell onto a small table to his side. "Take a look at these carefully. Ask me if you don't understand."

Wen Yan quickly sat down and began to look through the documents.

This was a tender document. He looked at it carefully several times, staring at the numbers on it, and clicked his tongue, saying, "That's a lot of money."

He then flipped through other documents, each containing an ever-grossing number. Wen Yan shook his head and sighed: If he hadn't transmigrated into a wealthy family, he would never have earned this much money in his entire life.

He smiled again; he was rich now!

While Wen Ling appeared to be working, she was actually keeping a close eye on Wen Yan out of the corner of her eye. Seeing him shake his head and laugh, Wen Ling couldn't help but laugh and said, "What are you looking at? Let me see it too."

Wenyan handed all the documents to Wenling at once.

Wen Ling glanced at it briefly and asked, "What's so funny about this?"

If she told the truth, she would definitely be laughed at. After thinking for a moment, Wen Yan said, "I am naturally fond of laughing."

Wen Ling tapped his head with a document, "Stubborn to the end."

"Come with me to the meeting."

"Huh?" Wen Yan was taken aback. "I can't help you with that."

"Just listening without saying anything is helping."

In the conference room, a long table was full of people. An assistant brought in a swivel chair from outside, and Wen Yan sat next to his brother.

A handsome new face appeared. Judging from his casual attire and the resemblance to Wen Ling's portrait, everyone could tell with a grain of salt that this was Wen Yan, the second young master of the Wen family.

Wen Yan could feel people glancing at him out of the corner of their eye, but when he looked in that direction, the group of people would inadvertently turn their gaze to the documents.

Wen Yan: "..." He's like a monkey in a zoo, being watched by everyone.

This meeting is to decide on the bidding proposals, which are divided into two groups, A and B.

The project manager went on stage to present their team's solution, using concise and easy-to-understand language to successfully make Wenyan understand some of it.

Wen Yan rested her chin on her hand, listening attentively to the next group's presentation.

Ling originally wanted to criticize him for his poor posture, but seeing his serious expression, she sighed and thought, "Never mind, I'll teach him slowly."

As expected of a big company, it is full of talented people. The explanation was so clear that even he, a layman, could understand it. Wen Yan nodded in admiration and cast an appreciative glance at the two managers.

The two managers gave professional smiles.

Before he knew it, it was noon. Wen Yan found learning at the company quite interesting—because he wasn't the one doing the work.

Ask Ling, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Yan: "Pork rib soup will do."

Wenling made a phone call and asked them to bring it up.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Wen Yan said with heartache, "Brother, you've worked so hard."

"Okay, you know that's good. Don't cause me any trouble." Wen Ling took a sip of coffee to refresh himself. He had to go to the construction site for inspection at noon and couldn't take a lunch break.

When Wen Yan was unruly and constantly causing trouble, he really wanted to kick him abroad and let him survive in the wilderness.

Now that he looks so well-behaved and cute, Wenling is quite pleased.

Wen Yan: "..." He thought Wen Ling was going to praise him for being sensible or something.

"Brother, you've changed." Wen Yan looked at him as if she didn't recognize him and said angrily, "You've really changed."

Without even looking up, Wen Ling asked, "How did things change?"

“You used to always praise me,” Wen Yan said hesitantly, “but now you only criticize me when you open your mouth.”

Wen Ling smiled faintly and said, "Well, now I'll give you a proper compliment."

Wen Yan waited for a while, then looked at Wen Ling with puzzled eyes.

Wen Ling: "There's nothing about you that I can praise."

Wen Yan felt like he was about to vomit three liters of blood.

Su Jibai quietly took out his phone and replied to the message.

Su Jibai: I came with my dad because I knew you were going to the company.

Wen Yan covered his face, realizing he had gotten up too late and missed the chance to flirt with Su Jibai.

However, it's better to forgo an opportunity that requires getting up early on the weekend.

Once Wenyan understood, she opened her lunchbox and happily began to eat.

After dinner, Wen Yan followed Wen Ling to inspect the construction site. Upon reaching the lobby, a group of security guards jogged away. Wen Ling frowned and asked the receptionist, "What's going on?"

The receptionist had just hung up the phone when she said, "Mr. Chen took his people to the trading center to bid, but before they had driven far, someone staged an accident. The whole family surrounded Mr. Chen's car, and they couldn't leave. They said they didn't want money, they just wanted an explanation and for Mr. Chen to take them to the hospital for a checkup."

Wen Ling's brows furrowed even more fiercely as he strode out, leaving Wen Yan and her assistant to jog to keep up with him.

There was indeed a large group of people blocking the road at the bend.

Wen Yan asked in confusion, "Why haven't the traffic police arrived yet?"

Wen Ling chuckled, "It's that Ji Huaixuan again. They're all in cahoots, even reaching into the traffic police's hands."

Mr. Chen and his entourage were still sitting in the car, their eyes filled with terror. An elderly man sat at the front of the car, groaning and crying, while his wife and children kept banging on the car window.

As soon as a security guard came forward to pull them away, the old woman started sitting on the ground crying and wailing, cursing the Wen family for abusing their power and for refusing to admit that they had hit the old man.

Passersby gathered around and took photos and videos with their phones.

Inside, Mr. Chen said helplessly, "Sister, we said we would take your husband to the hospital for a check-up, but you refused."

The old man's son cursed, "Who wants your filthy money? We just want justice! Do you think you're so great just because you have money? What's the point of having a police station then?"

The old man's daughter said, "Yes! Get out of the car right now and come with us to the police station."

Looking at the chaotic scene, Wen Yan suddenly realized that this was a business war. By keeping their company people from bidding, the project naturally fell into Ji Huaixuan's hands.

The assistant pushed through the crowd and asked Ling to walk in. The older women looked at the imposing young man in a suit and tie and concluded that this was their boss.

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ling interrupted, "Madam, I deeply sympathize with your plight. I understand your situation. Do you want money?"

"Is one million enough?"

The young man in front of her smiled and spoke gently. The old woman was stunned by the astonishing number and forgot what she was going to say. She looked at the old man in front of her.

The old man forgot to cry out and thought: The boss only said he would give us 20,000 yuan, but this young man wants to give us 1 million yuan. If we agree to it, his family will no longer have to risk staging accidents for extortion, and he can retire in peace!

The family looked at each other, exchanging glances. The son squeezed out a few tears, stepped forward, and said, "This boss, you are so kind! Our whole family is grateful to you!" He then bowed deeply twice.

Passersby applauded and put away their phones before leaving.

The daughter quickly helped the old man up. Just as Mr. Chen was about to get out of the car, Wen Ling glanced at him, and Mr. Chen was so frightened that he froze.

The assistant tapped lightly on the driver's window and mouthed: "Hurry up."

Just as the woman was about to go over to ask how to pay, the whole family was ushered to the security room by the security guard.

Looking at the people's beaming faces, Wen Yan frowned and asked, "Brother, are we really going to give those people money?"

Wen Ling shook her head. "Look over there."

Several police cars arrived late and took the family away in handcuffs. The old man shouted, "What right do you have to arrest us?"

Police: "You are suspected of staging an accident for extortion. We are arresting you in accordance with the law!"

Wen Yan laughed until her stomach hurt. It turned out that Wen Ling's earlier actions were just a delaying tactic. Truly, the devil is one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall.

Wen Ling's silhouette grew ever more imposing in Wen Yan's heart.