"Who tried to assassinate you?" Wenren Sheng asked directly.
He did not ask why they wanted to assassinate him. In a conglomerate that large, there were far too many internal intrigues and power struggles.
But the fact that things had escalated to the point of using a sniper still showed that this world was relatively lax.
Probably something like a watered-down version of Miken's public safety.
"My biological mother."
"Oh."
"You're not surprised at all."
"Not surprised."
Qian Shaokun froze. This Wang Wenzhao was clearly just a student—or at least, that was what the records said. He just looked a little too mature for his age.
"Why aren't you surprised?"
"I like reading history."
"That figures." Only then did Qian Shaokun understand. "You really don't look like a student. In the Dream World, you're quite famous. Everyone thought you came from some traditional martial arts family."
"Actually, I just enjoy reading Martial Arts novels." Wenren Sheng revealed a bit of Wang Wenzhao's background.
There was a pile of martial arts novels with greasy covers in the other man's desk.
"Fine. Can you help me solve this problem? I can add another ten million."
He did not say he would give the other party several hundred million.
There was no need.
If he gave too much, the other party would not be able to handle it.
"Your mother wants to kill you because of inheritance rights, right? Your father should be a Door-to-Door Son-in-Law, and your grandfather is actually your maternal grandfather," Wenren Sheng continued.
"Exactly. It's ridiculous. She's already over fifty. Even if she takes power, how long can she hold it? She's only doing it for her other son."
"Oh, solving that problem is simple. Send her and her son into the Dream World," Wenren Sheng said calmly.
Qian