After talking to Liang Botao, Xia Tian began to attack Wen's family.

First of all, his goal was to start with Wendihe.

The reason why he was chosen was because he was most isolated in the Wen family.

Wen Dihe is the second among the older generation of the Wen family, and he is fifty-six years old this year.

He has no son, only two daughters.

According to the ancestral teaching of Wen's family "to pass on his son but not to pass on his daughter", the daughter does not have the right to inherit Wen's family property.

So after he returns to his old age for a hundred years, the Wenhe Group stocks he has in his hands will be taken away by the big house and the three houses.

Stimulated by the interests of hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars, even brothers have no mercy to speak.

The big house and the three houses all wanted to take away Wendi and the shares in their hands, so they formed a loose alliance and put pressure on him together.

Unwilling to lose the money in vain, Wendihe also had a very tense relationship with the big house and the three houses.

I heard that over the years, he has been busy sleeping with women, hoping to have a son, and he also wants to ask a lawyer to help sue, hoping that the judge can invalidate the "ancestral teachings".

However, despite his efforts to sow seeds, the quality of the seeds was too poor and he had not gained anything for so many years.

Asking a lawyer to sue, the odds of winning are not high. And once a lawsuit is fought, it means that the brothers will completely break up. At that time, the three houses will have an excuse to join forces to squeeze him out of the company. Even if the lawsuit is won in the end, he will lose a lot of money, so Wendihe has not dared to take action yet.

At this time, he was in need of his own help.

...

In the villa area of ​​Kowloon Tong, Wendi and came out of their mistress's house and got into the car exhausted.

"Boss, where are you going?" the assistant asked.

"Go to find Doctor Guan, I want him to give me a few more Rejuvenation pills. I can regain my power and give birth to a noble son soon." Wen Dihe said with a heavy breath.

The ancestral teachings of the Wen family, the family property is passed down to the son but not the daughter.

Wen Dihe's wife was not good at it and only gave birth to two daughters.

Unwilling to give up hundreds of millions of property in vain, Wen Dihe has been trying hard to find a woman outside for years, and he is determined to give birth to a son. As a result, before his son was born, he could no longer hold back. He was sore in his waist, legs, cold limbs, dizziness, tinnitus, and exhausted. He was really afraid that he would die in the woman's bed one day.

Fortunately, he recently met a famous doctor from the ancestral age and gave him a few Huichun pills. Although each pill costs 100,000 Hong Kong dollars, after eating Wendihe, he felt that it was still very effective and much more brave than before.

The assistant nodded and drove to a mansion in the New Territories.

I saw a Mitsubishi sports car parked at the door.

"Huh?!" Wen Dihe blinked in surprise, and then, with the help of his assistant, entered Doctor Guan's home.

"Doctor Guan, I'm asking you for medicine again!" Wen Dihe said breathing, but saw a young man sitting in the room. Dr. Guan was standing there with an awkward look on his face, his face turned blue and white, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had malaria.

"Doctor Guan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with treating the disease?" Wen Dihe asked in surprise.

Before Doctor Guan could speak, he heard the young man laughing, "What's the case with Mr. Wen Dihe? Please sit down, I'm just looking for you."

Wen Dihe was stunned, "Are you?!"

"I'm Xia Tian." Xia Tian said with a smile.

"Summer?!" Wen Dihe was stunned. After thinking for a long time, he could not remember who this person was. He just felt that he looked familiar.

He ignored all business matters over the years and was busy sleeping with women, hoping to give birth to a son to inherit the family business. So although Xia Tian had a very high reputation in Hong Kong, Wen Dihe still didn't know him.

"Boss, Xia Tian is the boss of Tianxia Film. The young rich man who donated 250 million Hong Kong dollars to Polytechnic Bureau a few days ago." The assistant whispered.

Wen Dihe immediately remembered the joke "250 million" and said that he was that stupid guy!! He made money, not to mention leaving it for himself to squander it, but he was stupid enough to donate it to Baoliang Bureau. He is such a fool!

"It turns out to be Mr. Xia, I'm lucky to know." Although Wen Dihe thought Xia Tian was stupid enough, she had a smile on her face. After all, Xia Tian is a billionaire and deserves to make friends with her.

"It's not goodbye. Today I'm waiting for you here." Xia Tian smiled slightly.

"Oh, is there anything wrong?" Wen Dihe asked in confusion.

Xia Tian smiled, looked at the "Doctor Guan", and gave a cold command, "You are not telling the truth to Mr. Wen!"

"Yes! Mr. Wen, let me tell you the truth. Actually, I am not a miracle doctor at all, and I can't cure the disease at all." Miracle Dr. Guan said with a sad face.

"What?!" Wen Dihe was stunned and was shocked, "Then you gave me the Huichun Pill..." he asked in disbelief.

"It's made of starch, but I added a little pounding medicine in it." Dr. Guan revealed the truth.

Wen Dihe almost fainted on the ground when he heard this.

Being cheated of hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars is still a trivial matter, the key is that my only hope is shattered.

In fact, because he has played too many women over the years, he knows that his health is not good. Not to mention having a son, it will be a problem for several more years to live.

However, after meeting Doctor Guan, he took his Huichun Pills and felt that Wen Dihe was effective, which made him rekindle hope.

Now, I realized that there were no Huichun pills at all. I just took it just pounding medicine, which shattered his only hope.

Wen Dihe rolled her eyes in a hurry and fell backwards.

"Boss~" the assistant quickly supported him, otherwise he would have to fall into a concussion.

"You bastard, dare to lie to me, I will beat you to death, beat you to death!" Wen Dihe calmed down and calmed down, then, like a shrew, he beat, pinched, grabbed and scratched Doctor Guan.

However, he had no strength at all, so he didn't beat him hard. After a while, Doctor Guan was not doing well, and Wen Dihe couldn't hold on. His face was flushed, his whole body was trembling, and he was panting like a cow, wishing he could die immediately.

"Mr. Wen, calm down. Even if you beat him to death now, it will be useless to you. Just sit down and let me give you a clear path." Xia Tian smiled slightly.

Wen Dihe was stunned and heard something from Xia Tian’s words. He blinked and then sat on the stool, "Mr. Xia, what clear path do you want to give me?"

"Mr. Wen, the Dharma is not passed down to Liu Er. Please let your assistant go out." Xia Tian smiled slightly and pointed at his assistant.

Wen Dihe hesitated for a moment, then waved to the assistant, "You go out first, come in later."

"Yes, boss." The assistant nodded and turned around and walked out immediately.

"You go out too." Xia Tian said to the divine doctor with one finger.

Doctor Guan had long been eager to say anything and hurriedly retreated.

"Mr. Xia, can you talk now." Wen Dihe asked.

Xia Tian smiled, "I know why Mr. Wen is so angry. I finally saw the hope of having a son, but I didn't expect that the result would be empty, so I disappointed you, right?"

Wen Dihe's face turned pale. This was the biggest pain in his heart, and he didn't want anyone to mention this matter.

"Mr. Xia, just say something, don't go around in circles." He waved his hand.

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point." Xia Tian smiled slightly, "I want to buy the 23% Wenhe Group stocks in your hands."

"What?!" Wen Dihe was surprised, "You want to buy the Wenhe Group stocks in my hand?!"

"Not bad." Xia Tian nodded.

"You're not dreaming. Those stocks are property left by my ancestors, so I won't sell them to outsiders." Wen Di and Yi refused sternly.

"Stop pretending to be garlic. I know you want to sell these stocks more than once, but unfortunately no one is willing to take over." Xia Tian sneered.

He had asked someone to investigate Wen Tianhe and knew that he had thought about selling the stocks he had, but no one was willing to take over. Because his 23% stock priced at 300 million Hong Kong dollars. In the 1980s, there were only a few billionaires in Hong Kong, who would be willing to spend 300 million Hong Kong dollars to take over his stocks?

After all, it is useless to only take over 23% of the stocks. If you want to control Wenhe Group, you have to buy another 27% of the stocks. In this way, you will have to spend at least 300 million to 400 million Hong Kong dollars, which will add up to 700 million Hong Kong dollars. With so much money, you can buy land and build a building directly. If you make more money, why bother to get into the muddy waters of Wen's family again?

In addition, due to Hong Kong-UK negotiations in the past few years, Hong Kong real estate was sluggish, and the four commercial buildings under Wenhe Group also depreciated greatly, so his stocks were even more unsold.

Wen Dihe heard what he said, and knew that he already knew his background, and he immediately closed his mouth awkwardly.

"Don't use any ancestor's inheritance as an excuse. Everyone knows that you don't have a son. When you die, the stocks in your hands will be stolen by your elder brother Wen Tianhe and third brother Wen Renhe. At that time, your wife and two daughters will have to drink the northwest wind." Xia Tian sneered, "Instead of giving your two brothers, it's better to sell the stocks to me. Even if you die, your wife and daughter will have money to stay with you, so you don't have to worry in the underworld."

Wen Dihe suddenly became angry when he heard him say this, but after thinking for a while, he sighed, "Okay, do you want to buy it? It's less than 400 million Hong Kong dollars for no negotiation!" He gritted his teeth.

Xia Tian smiled slightly, "I only give you 200 million Hong Kong dollars. If you want to sell, sell it. If you don't want to sell it, forget it. Anyway, I don't think anyone in Hong Kong will pay a higher price than me."

"Two million Hong Kong dollars?!" Wen Dihe was stunned for a moment.

"Think slowly on your own." Xia Tian said with a smile.

If Wen Dihe agrees to his own terms, he can get 200 million Hong Kong dollars. This is much more profitable than selling Wen He Group's shares himself; and if he doesn't agree, he will not even be able to keep two Hong Kong dollars once he dies, let alone 200 million Hong Kong dollars.

So Xia Tian has guessed how he would choose.

"Okay, 200 million Hong Kong dollars is 200 million Hong Kong dollars!" Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, Wen Dihe finally nodded.
Chapter completed!