Wu Yuntao on the stage stared at An Zi, the boy he met in the temple a few days ago. He felt that he looked familiar, but he dispelled his suspicion only when the boy said his father was Gan Defa.

I didn't expect that he was deceived!

What he didn't expect was that his stupid nephew actually took advantage of him and left behind descendants!

Although Wu Yuntao was in turmoil, he appeared calm on the surface. He even smiled and said deliberately, "We met at the temple a few days ago. I remember you said your father was Principal Gan. How come you are a member of my Wu family now?"

"Of course, it's because I want to be wary of you, a beast in human form. If I don't hide my real name, I'll end up like my father. Wu Yuntao, you have hundreds of millions of wealth, but if your name is not right, your words will not flow. You killed your own nephew, worse than an animal. Even if you invite a high monk to sit for a full 49-day ritual, it won't erase your sins!"

Anzi walked to the front of the venue. Although he was in the audience and Wu Yuntao was on the stage, his aura was greater than Wu Yuntao's.

Every question pierced deep into Wu Yuntao's soul.

"You are talking nonsense, you little brat! My nephew's death was an accident, the police have already investigated it, and my nephew has no offspring. I want to ask Principal Gan why his son came to pretend to be a member of my Wu family!"

Wu Yuntao still held on and refused to acknowledge Anzi's identity.

Even though he already believed it in his heart, Anzi looked so much like his nephew, the father and son were almost exactly the same.

"I'll tell you why!"

The tall and burly Gan Defa strode into the venue. Xia Tao walked side by side with him. They had seen the report about Wu Yuntao on the plane and knew that An Zi had taken action.

So as soon as they got off the plane, they took a taxi and rushed over to support their son.

"Principal Gan, Director Xia!"

The reporters shouted excitedly and flash lights kept shining on them.

The admission rate of Jiade School is currently the highest in Hong Kong, and it has opened branches in other cities. Principal Gan and Director Xia are well-known in Southeast Asia, and reporters are much more interested in the couple than in Wu Yuntao.

Gan Defa nodded slightly to the reporters, while Xia Tao remained as aloof as ever, only twitching the corners of her mouth when she saw Anzi and Ruan Baobao.

"Anzi is my eldest son. He was adopted by my husband and I when he was four years old. Before that, Anzi and his grandmother made a living by picking up garbage. They lived a very hard life. We knew his life story very early on. When we adopted Anzi, we made it clear to him that when he was able to take back his property, he could change his surname back to Wu!"

Gan Defa told the reporter in detail the process of adopting An Zi and the miserable life he and Xu Gaifeng once lived as garbage collectors.

The reporters were all very surprised. They didn't expect that the young master of the Wu family had such a miserable childhood.

Gan Defa turned to face the sweaty Wu Yuntao and said slowly, "You killed your own nephew for the sake of property that doesn't belong to you. Don't you have any regrets at all?"

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense, you're slandering me!"

Wu Yuntao roared angrily. He wanted to stand up and argue, but the effect of the painkiller had worn off. His lower body was almost numb with pain and his head was dizzy.

"I swear on the name of the Guardian School that I am not lying. What you did to the car was not perfect, and the person who did it is still alive!"

Gan Defa has an excellent reputation in Hong Kong. Even if he doesn't swear, no one will doubt his words.

Anzi clapped his hands, and two of his men came in, escorting a white-haired old man.

Wu Yuntao’s eyesight was not very good and he didn’t recognize him at first.

"Master, I'm Ah Wei. 19 years ago, you asked me to tamper with the brakes of my nephew's car. You gave me some money and asked me to leave Hong Kong. I've had a hard time in Indonesia these years. I always dream about my nephew. He's such a good person. I'm so inhumane and conscienceless!"

The old man sat on the ground beating his chest and stamping his feet. It was obvious that he had indeed not had a good life in recent years.

At that time, his son was seriously ill and urgently needed a large sum of money for treatment. With no other options, Wu Yuntao found him and sent him to harm his nephew. In order to save his son, he agreed.

When he saw the report about his nephew's car accident and death, he actually regretted it, but the matter was done, so he had to take the money and move his family to Indonesia. In the end, his son could not be saved.

His wife also divorced him, and he lived alone in a foreign country, living a life worse than death.

"This is retribution, Master. There is retribution for doing bad things. My son is dead, my wife ran away, and I am about to die. I will go to hell and work like a slave for my nephew to make amends!"

After the old man said all this, he seemed relieved and a smile appeared on his thin face.

The excited reporters were almost cramping up their hands. A wealthy family was fighting over inheritance, an uncle killed his own nephew, the evidence was irrefutable, this was definitely the headline among the headlines, and the newspapers in Hong Kong would definitely be sold out tomorrow.

"Gan Defa, you really put a lot of effort into finding such a person to act with me. I don't even know him. What Ah Wei, what brake tampering, your story is very good, but what does it have to do with me!"

Wu Yuntao is still stubborn, but his words are meaningless in law, so he is not so easy to defeat.

"Hurry up and finish it, go home and eat!"

Xia Tao became impatient. She had said a few years ago that she might as well kill the old bastard with a knife and be done with it, but Gan Defa and Anzi disagreed.

Now he's complaining again, so annoying!

"Okay, Mom!"

Anzi responded respectfully and took out several documents from his briefcase. They were the bank records of Wu Yuntao's transfer of money to Awei. After 19 years, he used some tricks to get the bank executives to agree to check the records.

There is also a tape.

Anzai first showed the bank statement and then played the tape.

After a rustling sound, there was a very noisy sound, which sounded like a disco.

"Ale, do you have a cousin?"

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten about that stupid guy from the mainland!"

It was obvious that the man who was speaking was drunk and not very clear-headed. Wu Yuntao looked nervous because he recognized that it was his own disappointing youngest son.

"Your cousin from the mainland died in a car accident 19 years ago. How pitiful."

"What's so pitiful about him? He deserves it. Let me tell you, this idiot has no self-awareness at all and actually wants to rob my family's property. Isn't it just a suicide note from an old man? If my father doesn't recognize it, it's just a piece of waste paper. If this idiot doesn't listen, my father will send him to heaven, haha!"

"Did your cousin get into a car accident? Was it your father who did it?"

"My father doesn't need to do it himself. There are so many workers at home. Just find someone who is short of money to do it. Let's not talk about these unlucky things. Come and drink. Don't leave until you are drunk!"

Then there was the sound of clinking cups, and Anzi turned off the recorder.

Wu Yuntao on the stage looked pale, he knew the game was over and he had lost the round.

However, he still had a little hope. He founded the company himself, and all the people there were his confidants. Anzi was a young boy, and even if he took over the company, he would not be able to convince everyone, and they would definitely need his help.

"Wu Yuntao, look at this again. I am now the largest shareholder of the Wu Group!"

Anzi took out another document, which was a share transfer agreement. The shares of Wu Group were depressed very low these days, so he bought a large number of shares and successfully held the most shares of Wu Group.

[A new book has been published, but it has not been signed yet. It is a story from the 1960s. I will definitely update it steadily after the contract is signed.]