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After arranging the field staff.

Butler Fang turned to look at the group of young girls and said in a gentle tone, "Apart from those who are responsible for the drama performance and kitchen logistics and are inconvenient to move around, now that the number of people being looked after by the Lu family has increased, you can assign the remaining personnel to guard duties yourselves."

"Understood, I'll take charge of the overall allocation." Ni Fei stepped forward.

She was voted the group leader by fourteen people yesterday.

Butler Fang nodded and looked at Wen Wen: "Miss Wen, in addition to taking care of the young master's daily life, you also need to complete your work tasks. You are responsible for all the bathrooms in the old house, and you must ensure that they are clean and odorless every day."

Wen Wen's face turned pale instantly.

"Butler Fang, you're paid by the Lu family, so you should side with them. Why are you listening to Wen Qi?" Lu Jisheng didn't dare to confront Wen Qi, but he certainly didn't dare to criticize a butler.

Butler Fang's expression remained unchanged: "It is precisely because I am paid by the Lu family that I obey the 'Young Madam's' arrangements in everything."

"..."

Lu Jisheng felt a lump in his throat, unable to exhale or exhale.

Butler Fang continued assigning tasks: "The young mistress instructed that from now on, the play performances must be staged in front of all members of the Lu family, one at noon and one in the evening."

In your spare time, since the young master is bored in bed with his broken leg, you can collect interesting stories and trending gossip from the internet to tell him to keep him entertained.

"Received!"

Li Rui nodded quickly, her enthusiasm at its peak.

Wang Hanzhi gave a mischievous smile: "That's plenty of material. We'll definitely tell you lots of interesting stories."

There are tens of thousands of popular comments about the Lu family and about him on the T platform.

There are so many jokes that it's impossible to count them all; this young master could talk about them for days on end without repeating a single one.

Lu Jisheng: "..."

Suddenly I felt that it would be better to just faint and find some peace and quiet.

With everyone settled in, the noisy hall finally quieted down.

Butler Fang poured himself a cup of warm tea, leaned back leisurely against the table, and slowly sipped his tea.

A strange sense of fulfillment welled up inside me.

Before, staying with the Lu family meant repeating the same monotonous and tedious routine every day.

The work I do with the young mistress now is much more meaningful than before. When I resign and retire, I can go back and tell the younger generation about it.

How interesting.

The master bedroom is on the second floor.

Wen Qi tossed and turned until 4 a.m. last night before finally falling into a deep sleep with excellent quality.

I slept straight through until after 2 p.m.

It's been a long time since I slept this soundly.

The current daily energy demand is relatively high.

Wen Qi sat up, her eyes still carrying the languid air of someone who had just woken up.

I reached for my phone on the pillow, and the screen lit up with a bank transfer notification.

Funds arrived at 8:32 AM.

Amount received: 50 million.

There was no note about the transferor, and no explanation of the purpose of the funds.

Wen Qi repeatedly looked through the transfer records.

Old Master Lu has spent his whole life in the business world, and his mind is as shrewd as an eel.

He couldn't possibly be unaware of the loopholes in large, unmarked transfers.

Unless a written contract specifies the purpose of the funds, the Lu family can use legal means to reclaim the 50 million yuan intact should any disputes arise later.

He readily handed over the money, but behind her back, he was still trying to outsmart her.

Wen Qi pondered for a few seconds.

It seems that simply taking action wasn't enough to make things difficult for people.

The old man still had the mind to play tricks on her, and she didn't mind going all out.

His dark eyes darted around, and his mind was racing with calculations.

A brilliant idea flashed through my mind, and a bad idea was forming—

Wen Qi rolled around on the bed twice without any regard for her image, then flipped herself off the bed and shuffled into the bathroom in her slippers.

After a quick wash, I'm done.

Wen Qi started a day of causing trouble.

He opened his contacts and dialed Chen Baiting's number.

Chen Baiting answered the phone extremely quickly: "Ms. Wen."

"Draft me two contracts. The first one is a Lu family shareholding retention contract, clearly stating in black and white that the 50 million shares are only held for a ten-day period. After ten days, if you want to continue locking up the shares, you will still have to pay an additional 50 million."

Chen Baiting quickly took notes: "Understood."

"The second contract is the Gu family's car accident compensation contract. All compensation will belong to me. No one from the Lu family is allowed to interfere or get a single penny. The terms are written down so that they won't get a single cent."

Chen Baiting: "Okay."

"After you've drafted it, send it to the Lu family's old residence and hand it to Old Master Lu. Have him sign it. If he refuses to sign, tell him that you've gone to discuss the shares. Once he's signed, have him transfer 50 million immediately, with a note specifying the purpose of the funds."

Wen Qi had no intention of returning the 50 million she had received.

It just so happens that Old Man Lu is too ashamed to sue her.

If it goes to court, she can still deny it—

Chen Baiting understood Wen Qi's thoughts: "Okay, I'll deliver it within half an hour."

I couldn't help but sigh to myself.

Having only been with Wen Qi for a few days, he personally witnessed the boss's earnings skyrocket.

The amount on the surface alone is already several hundred million.

The Gu family's car accident lawsuit is about to go to court. If they win, Wen Qi will be able to steadily earn several hundred million.

This speed at which they make money is simply outrageous.

He was a walking ATM; he truly couldn't understand the world of the rich.

He needs to broaden his horizons and expand his network.

Let's set the compensation for the Gu family's lawsuit at 800 million.

No, we'll continue with the second trial later.

Wen Qi added, "Keep the specific amount of the compensation from the Gu family a secret from the Lu family. Don't reveal a single word."

Chen Baiting: "Okay."

Wen Qi hung up the phone.

He then dialed the phone numbers of several core long-term shareholders of the Lu Group.

The words and their implications were subtly misleading to every shareholder.

She deliberately created a smokescreen, making everyone assume that her shares would eventually be transferred to Lu Jisheng or Lu Zhenhua.

Furthermore, it was deliberately implied that Lu Zhenhua would be borrowing money from various sources to acquire a large number of Lu family shares on the market.

They plan to completely sideline the veteran shareholders and kick all the older generation of founders out of the Lu Group.

The Lu family is now infamous, plagued by negative news, and its stock price has continued to plummet, with its market value declining steadily.

If Lu Zhenhua takes the opportunity to acquire scattered shares at a low price, he will have the chips to turn the tide, and the stock will recover rapidly.

Lu Zhenhua, who holds a large number of shares, will make a fortune, while the old shareholders will be ruthlessly kicked out.

Every shareholder who received the call was skeptical and dared not easily believe it.

Is Lu Zhenhua really planning a massive share acquisition?

Wen Qi lied without hesitation: "You can observe for yourselves. In the next few days, Lu Zhenhua will definitely come to each of you to borrow money. The reason he'll give for borrowing money will absolutely be to acquire the shares I hold."

He would also spread rumors that I was unstable, unable to control the shares, and would eventually bring down the Lu family.

As you all know, I'm a very sentimental person, and I have a special fondness for Lu Jisheng.

"As long as Jisheng backs down and apologizes, I will naturally settle down and hand over the shares to my husband myself. Isn't that only natural?"

Her words were gentle and sincere, logical and well-founded, and perfectly timed.

The listener couldn't help but believe it.

"I'm making this call today purely because you are all veterans of the Lu family, having worked hard for the Lu family for many years. I don't want you to be schemed against and kicked out of the company without even knowing it."

The shareholders were furious when they heard this.

Wen Qi used her ultimate move: "If you still don't believe me, you can do nothing, no transactions, no collateral, just don't lend money to Lu Zhenhua, just freeze the funds."

In just twenty minutes, Wen Qi made calls to six or seven core shareholders.

Every call uses the exact same script, a combination of deception and brainwashing.

After hanging up the phone, every shareholder was furious and their face turned ashen.

People already had a lot of complaints about Lu Zhenhua.

The video of Lu Zhenhua and Wen Changming's secret meeting in the coffee shop has long etched their treacherous and cunning image into everyone's minds.

In the business world, there are quite a few people who stab you in the back.

They were forced to cooperate, but they were always very cautious.

In an instant, all the shareholders became alert and began to contact their own people in the company privately.

Keep a close eye on the company's accounts. If the Lu family makes any large-scale fund requests, they must be reported immediately. Do everything possible to delay or block the funds and strictly prohibit any disbursement.

Internal risk control measures have been activated, raising the alarm.

After Wen Qi whispered something in the shareholders' ears.

With a swipe of her finger, she revealed Su Xinghe's number.

This guy still has 50 million of her money in his hands, and hasn't transferred it back yet.

Pressing the dial button, a mechanical voice came from the receiver: The number you dialed has been disconnected due to unpaid bills.

"..."

Wen Qi was silent for two seconds, feeling that it was a bit absurd.

Could this guy really be so stubborn as to embezzle her money and then just run away?

Out of a sense of human kindness, Wen Qi thoughtfully recharged Su Xinghe's phone number with ten yuan.

Dial again.

The service is still suspended due to unpaid bills.

Wen Qi's lips twitched slightly, and she topped up another ten yuan.

The payment reminder is still ringing.

"..."

Wen Qi was speechless and gritted her teeth to recharge fifty yuan.

Once the top-up was successful, she pressed the dial button for the third time.

The phone finally rang, and after seven or eight rings, it was hurriedly answered.

Su Xinghe, sounding both surprised and delighted, answered the receiver: "Miss Wen? You...you topped up my phone credit?"

Wen Qi: "Okay, remember to pay it back."

Su Xinghe said awkwardly, "I'll pay you back as soon as I earn the money!"

"What have you been doing these past two days?"

Wen Qi was curious about how poor someone could be, to the point that their phone bill was overdue.

Mentioning his recent situation, Su Xinghe felt a pang of sadness.

He has been living in poverty for the past two days, starving, penniless, and his phone has been disconnected due to unpaid bills.

He was too embarrassed to approach anyone else.

He was deeply moved that someone remembered him and offered to top up his phone credit during his difficult time.

Su Xinghe felt a warmth in his heart: "I didn't do anything big, I just set up a small stall under the overpass."

"Oh, remember to transfer my fifty million to me." Wen Qi got to the point.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Su Xinghe said listlessly, "...Okay."

"I'll send you the card number later."

"Hmm..." Su Xinghe said dejectedly, "Miss Wen, did you call just for money?"

"Otherwise what?" Wen Qi retorted.

"..."

Su Xinghe was a little unhappy.

When Wen Qi saw that the other party had stopped responding, she raised her hand to hang up the phone.

Before his fingers even touched it, a mischievous idea popped into his head again.

"There are some others as well."

Su Xinghe's eyes lit up on the other end of the phone: "What is it? Tell me! I'll definitely take care of it!"

"Please help me check the recent large sums of money transferred by the Lu Group to its personnel, businesses, and loans."

"This...this is a company secret, and it's from a large corporation like Lu's Group. Where am I supposed to find out? I have no way to do this!" Su Xinghe was a little confused.

"Can't you use your brain?"

"I've never been involved in the business world before, I have no connections or channels..." Su Xinghe was truly powerless.

Wen Qi asked bluntly, "Is it possible?"

Su Xinghe fell into a long silence, so conflicted that he didn't know what to do.

The call was abruptly disconnected the next second.

The receiver emitted a cold, busy tone.

Su Xinghe was stunned; he was dumbfounded.

In the instant he realized what was happening, he quickly dialed back.

The phone rang seven or eight times before it was answered.

"What?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, why did you hang it up so quickly?"

Wen Qi: "I never said you should beg your uncle."

Su Xinghe: "..."

Wen Qi: "I need the most detailed data. You'd better be able to negotiate and manage to lock down Lu's cash flow, bank loans, and large transactions with partners for the next two months."

For the past two months, not a single penny has been lent to Lu Zhenhua.

Su Xinghe's lips twitched violently.

What a big mouth, what a big demand.

Is this something that someone who has lived in the mountains for more than ten years could accomplish?

"You don't need to pay back the phone bill. I'll top it up for you if it's not enough. Okay, you can focus on your stall. I'll wait for your message."

Wen Qi hung up the phone.

"..."

Su Xinghe hasn't said a single word yet.

Wen Qi returned, holding her phone.

Fearing that the poor young man would run out of phone credit again while doing errands, she was thoughtful and generous, and recharged Su Xinghe's phone with another fifty yuan.

Under the overpass, Su Xinghe's phone vibrated twice, and a text message popped up saying he needed to recharge 50 yuan.

He stared at the text message page, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

He had completely figured out Wen Qi's temperament.

This old lady is never polite once she opens her mouth; her demands are numerous and unreasonable.

Su Xinghe sighed softly.

No matter what, he owed Wen Qi a favor.

He put his phone in his pocket, packed up his makeshift stall, dusted himself off, and stood up.

He couldn't meet those requirements, but his uncle could.