408: The Winds Howl Around The Highest Peaks!

The Winds Howl Around The Highest Peaks!

"Old Master Sheng, you've been doing well recently," Wen Maoqun said calmly.2

"Yes, that's true. I have a good granddaughter who's our Sheng family's pride. I heard that the two grandsons of the Wen family have done well this time too."

Wen Maoqun snorted in his heart. "That's true, but even if we fight two against one, we won't be able to catch up to the eldest daughter of the Sheng family."

"I don't dare to say anything else. It's just that our Sheng family has good genes. Sheng Yang is like my son, Sheng You."

Wen Maoqun smiled insincerely. "Whatever you say."

The Wen family was different from the Sheng family. Although Zhiyi would definitely inherit the Wen family's assets in the future, the two children were treated equally. In fact, Zhiya even received more love.

Moreover, Zhiya would inherit her mother's jewelry business in the future, so she would definitely not be any worse off than her brother.

However, after receiving Zhiya's phone call yesterday, he felt a little angry.

He admitted that the Sheng family's daughter was quite capable, but he despised her.

She seemed to look down on their family time and time again. According to Zhi Ya, she even said some nonsense about not needing the hints.

One should not be too arrogant. He had seen too many people when he was young. Someone like Sheng Yang was too arrogant. Nothing good would await her.

The higher she climbed, the worse she would fall. One had to be humble and low-profile.

Wen Maoqun narrowed his eyes and smiled at Old Master Sheng. "Old Master Sheng, it's better not to show off too much. Otherwise… It's not good, not good at all…"

He shook his head meaningfully.

A long time after Wen Maoqun left, Grandpa Sheng suddenly turned around and stared in the direction Wen Maoqun left.

Did he mean to say Sheng Yang was too rash in stealing the Wen family's glory? Was Old Master Wen threatening him?

Although the Wen family and the Sheng family were arch-enemies, the Wen family had started off by doing shady things. Who knew what they were capable of doing?

The more Grandpa Sheng thought about it, the more flustered he became. His heart felt numb.

He valued Sheng Corporation the most. He would never take any risks for the empire he had built.

It was the same for Sheng Yang. As long as she was slightly better than the Wen family, it would be enough. She didn't have to be number one in the country.

Now…

After the surprise, Grandpa Sheng gradually calmed down. All of a sudden, his head started buzzing again. He felt as if his head was going to explode.

Not only the Wen family but Sheng Yang had also overtaken many other families in the capital. The Gong family, the Lan family, the Dong family… How could they afford to offend all of them?

Getting first place in the country was just a short moment of pride.

The winds howl around the highest peaks! It would be an endless amount of trouble!

On the way home, Grandpa Sheng placed his hands on his knees and looked solemn. At that moment, his phone rang.

He picked it up. "Hello."

It was an old shareholder of Sheng Corporation. He had called to congratulate him, but Old Master Sheng realized that he couldn't feel happy at all. Even the corners of his lips were twitching.

Halfway through, the old shareholder suddenly said, "Old Master, consider me meddling in other people's business. I just don't know if I should say this."

Grandpa Sheng said, "Go ahead."

The other party said vaguely and indirectly, "I think the two people at the forefront of Sheng Corporation are in the midst of changing their minds."

"What do you mean?"

"Previously, it was agreed that Tingze would inherit it, but it's hard to say what will happen in the future… Sigh, I watched Tingze grow up. He put in so much effort for this company, and I feel that it's unfair for him. I'm also worried about Sheng Corporation."

"Wait, wait, what did you say?" Grandpa Sheng's eyes widened. "You mean they'll let Sheng Yang inherit Sheng Corporation?"

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