Chapter 99: Fallen into the trap!

While Li Xiaoya and Qin Sui were enjoying "global cuisine" in the cafeteria, Wei Wenjun, under the guidance of General Manager Zhou, went to meet his college classmates.

Mr. Zhou, my college classmate, was very ambitious when he just graduated, otherwise he would not have invested money to start a company with him. But unfortunately, his family suffered misfortunes, and he first sent his seriously ill father away, and then sent his seriously ill mother away.

After suffering such a blow, although he did not sell all his shares, he was not very ambitious and did not want to get involved in the company's affairs. Of course, even if he got involved, it would not be of much use.

Mr. Liu relies on his seniority in the industry. Although his means of making money are not very decent, he can definitely make money. In this 2-on-2 situation, Mr. Zhou is still restricted everywhere.

"This gentleman wants to buy some shares from you." Mr. Zhou introduced Wei Wenjun to his old classmate.

This was all he could introduce him to, after all, Mr. Zhou didn't even know who this person was.

Wei Wenjun didn't really want to meet strangers, mainly because he didn't want others to look at him in surprise or inquiringly when they saw his legs.

But now looking at the person opposite him, he looked decadent, self-destructive, as if he had looked down on the world... He was not much different from him.

Wei Wenjun became desensitized immediately.

"My last name is Wei," he volunteered.

The man opposite slowly shook his head and said, "Zhou Qiang, you know I don't spend much. I hardly spent any of the dividends I received in the past few years. I'm not that short of money now. Besides, I now understand that some things cannot be kept, and so can money."

Mr. Zhou said, "What if I need your help with this?"

The man showed a hesitant expression.

At this time, Wei Wenjun looked around the room and asked, "Are you married?"

The man nodded.

Wei Wenjun asked slowly: "Is your daughter sick? Or..."

The man looked offended: "Excuse me, please leave."

Mr. Zhou was somewhat stunned: "Is this true? Tell me, Liyuan!"

The man had a sullen face and said nothing.

Wei Wenjun put himself in the other person's shoes and immediately figured out the reason why the man had such an abnormal attitude.

Wei Wenjun's tone became even slower: "Your parents passed away in middle age, and your daughter got sick again. Is it some rare disease? This makes people around you think that your family has suffered retribution..."

The man's expression suddenly changed: "Shut up! Get out! Zhou Qiang, I'm only doing this for your sake..."

Wei Wenjun interrupted him in a tough tone: "I'm not mocking you, why are you so anxious? Others say the same thing about our family."

The man's arrogance was like being poured with a basin of ice water, and he instantly fell silent.

He stared at Wei Wenjun and looked at his legs.

It was rare that Wei Wenjun didn't feel offended.

At this moment, it seemed as if just two "fellow patients" were communicating silently.

The man asked, "How did you know my daughter was sick?"

Mr. Zhou was also very curious about this question.

Wei Wenjun seemed particularly calm at this moment, which was somewhat like the temperament of the heir of the Gui family.

He said, “The pictures on the wall.”

Mr. Zhou swept it away.

His old classmate was a person who valued family very much, otherwise the death of his parents would not have been such a big blow to him. He hung many photos with his parents on the wall, and then the photos with his wife, and then the photos of a family of three.

The baby in the photo grew up little by little, becoming a toddler, and then a one-year-old wearing a skirt and snuggling at her mother's feet playing with her braids... In the last photo, there was still light in the man's eyes.

Apparently starting a family and having a daughter helped him get over the pain of losing his parents a little.

Compare it with the man's current appearance.

That's a world of difference.

"Well, why didn't Mr. Wei guess that his wife was sick? I didn't mean anything else, I was just curious." Mr. Zhou raised his hands and said.

Then he was glared at by his college classmate, but the man didn't get angry anymore.

Wei Wenjun said: "The daughter should be at home, being taken care of by him. Even... if you come here today, you probably won't find her. He has to go take care of his wife."

"Ah, yes! Yes! That's right!" Mr. Zhou slapped his forehead and then looked at his classmates again, "So what's going on? You didn't even tell us old classmates!"

"I just don't want people to talk about it..." the man said helplessly, "It's beta-thalassemia. It developed in infancy. At first, we didn't know what was going on, but later we relied on blood transfusions to survive. It's said to be a rich disease, and we have the money to have a blood transfusion. But recently, she started to have iron overload and organ damage. I want to transplant my bone marrow to her."

"So I can't sell my shares. If I die unexpectedly during the operation, or if I have adverse reactions after the operation, then the shares will be the capital they rely on for survival in the future. What's the use of the money from selling them? If someone targets them and eats them up in one go, that would be a dead end for them!" said the man.

President Zhou was shocked and said, "Brother, do you really believe that my company will not fail?"

"You are ambitious and will always achieve results."

Wei Wenjun interrupted at this time: "Have you considered going to Australia for treatment?"

"Australia?"

"I remember that their Zynteglo gene therapy was almost successful two years ago. I don't pay much attention to this. You can search it yourself, or I can make a phone call for you."

The man lowered his head in thought.

"What are you hesitating about? Just take your wife and daughter there."

"Our family was only moderately well-off. The year we graduated, Zhou Qiang and I invested in the right industry and saved up this much money. The cost of traveling to Australia is easy for me, but staying for a long time to get medical treatment is not only a matter of various expenses, but also mainly because I don't know anyone in the local area. Even if I get cheated, I have nowhere to seek justice. I can bear it, but my daughter can't..."

Wei Wenjuan had never been so confident and ambitious before. He waved his hand generously: "What are you afraid of? I can arrange all these for you. I can't do it in China, but abroad..."

Wei Wenjuan's eyes, which had been silent for several years, sparkled a little more: "That's my territory."

Mr. Zhou was stunned.

So... who is he anyway? How could he say such big words!

The equity transfer was finally finalized.

The man was willing to retain only 1% of the shares and transfer the rest to Wei Wenjun.

Although they only met once at home, Wei Wenjun felt the long-lost sense of accomplishment of "successful negotiation".

The haze brought by the inconvenience of legs and feet can no longer block the sharp light.

He could hardly wait to call Li Xiaoya.

"Uncle is halfway done here!"

"Uncle is so awesome." Li Xiaoya praised softly on the other end of the phone.

It was just a child's compliment, but it was better than anything in the world.

Wei Wenjun thought, screw him! Why should I cling to my father's praise and special attention in the future?

Isn’t it enough that the little duck praises me as a good uncle!

Mr. Zhou said nearby: "I should be almost done here too."

After Mr. Zhou finished speaking, he turned around and called Mr. Liu, urging him, "Mr. Liu, have you finished reading the notice? If Mr. Liu has no intention of purchasing, please tell me as soon as possible."

Mr. Liu on the other end had his brows furrowed tightly.

So urgent?

There must be something fishy going on here!

Mr. Liu did not reveal anything in his tone, but smiled and said, "Oh, why do you want to sell your shares suddenly? I have never interfered with your actions, but for the benefit of the company... who do you plan to sell it to? If it is convenient, please invite the person to come to the company."

Mr. Zhou hesitated and said, "Okay."

Hope you don't fall off your chair when you see this.

At school.

Li Xiaoya put away his phone and thought, well, children are rewarded for good performance. So what should the uncle reward?