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Wen Qi leaned back on the sofa, as if chatting casually: "Go talk to Old Deng later and tell him that the auction tickets can be used to attend in the name of the Lu family."

Lu Jisheng was puzzled and kept reviewing the conversation in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.

Wen Qi was so easy to talk to today.

In the past, even the smallest things would be made difficult and exploited, with each layer of skin peeled away.

Now, at such a grand auction, before he could even bring it up, she actually spoke up in the name of the Lu family.

It was so eerie it made me uneasy.

Could it be that Wen Qi was thinking of their marital bond?

Do not--

Even if Wen Qi said there was still affection between them, he didn't dare believe it.

After all, the beatings he'd taken these past few days were real and genuine.

Before he could finish thinking, Wen Qi's voice rang out again.

"In the end, we are the real family. Between you and Lu Laodeng, I will definitely choose to help you. I will never side with outsiders."

Wen Qi tilted her head slightly, her eyes sincere, and her voice rose softly at the end: "I've helped you so much, I believe you won't let me do it for nothing—right?"

right?

It has a lot of spirituality.

Lu Jisheng instantly regained consciousness.

Mentioning money made him feel much more at ease.

If Wen Qi ever says she doesn't want anything in return, then she definitely wants more...

Lu Jisheng resigned himself to his fate: "How much?"

"Not much, twenty million."

"Twenty million isn't enough?" Lu Jisheng almost choked on his words.

In a short while, the total came to seventy million.

Even robbery wouldn't be this fast.

They talk about tens of millions every day.

At this rate, before anything has even happened, she's already bankrupted the family.

Wen Qi didn't think she was heartless at all: "Don't rush to say it's expensive. You know in your heart that your father has 1.6 billion yuan in his account, which isn't even enough to get into this auction."

If I were to sell this ticket for at least 5,000, someone would want it. People will say it's your dad, if not you.

A ticket costs 30 million. Do you think he would buy it?

Lu Jisheng knew perfectly well that Wen Qi was telling the truth.

Lu Zhenhua is now desperate to salvage the company and its reputation, and is single-mindedly trying to solidify his position through large-scale events.

Let alone 30 million, even if it were 50 million, he would definitely spend the money to buy it.

After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Jisheng gritted his teeth and agreed: "Twenty million, I'll give it to you."

Wen Qi said with satisfaction, "Adding the 50 million from earlier, that makes a total of 70 million. Don't delay payment, or you'll lose everything."

Lu Jisheng felt a tightness in his chest, unable to breathe properly, and was in excruciating pain.

In just half a day, Wen Qi swindled another 70 million.

"understood."

Lu Jisheng was weak and listless, so he called over the bodyguards outside the door.

The bodyguard came in and pushed Lu Jisheng toward the door.

"Oh, right, I forgot to remind you, each admission ticket allows you to bring only one person. You and your son should discuss and decide who should go," Wen Qi reminded her.

Lu Jisheng paused for a moment, then remained silent.

In the corridor, Lu Jisheng lowered his eyes.

He is currently riddled with injuries and cannot even use a wheelchair, making it impossible for him to attend.

The 20 million yuan ticket he bought wasn't given to his father for nothing.

My dad's heart is now completely consumed by his illegitimate child. Saving him money is saving money for that illegitimate child.

The murderous intent in Lu Jisheng's eyes grew stronger, and his heart turned cold.

Since Lu Zhenhua was unkind first, then don't blame him for being unjust.

He will not leave any of the Lu family's assets or foundation to outsiders.

He seized control of the entire Lu family, leaving that scoundrel forever in the shadows.

inside the room.

Wen Qi leaned against the window, listening to the gradually receding car wheels, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

perfect.

Seventy million was earned without lifting a finger.

Wen Qi thought of the auction, pondered for a moment, and then dialed Wan Jiansi's number.

"Miss Wen."

A gentleman, polite.

Wen Qi asked, "Chairman Wan, are you free tomorrow evening?"