This kind of worry is very inexplicable, just like worrying about a very familiar friend.
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SU Group announced the listing of MAX, but it was already close to the normal closing time in M country, and no news was released. Netizens who paid attention to this matter questioned and abused it online.
Because Wenger had been determined to win MAX before, and he hinted in the industry overtly and covertly that they had cooperated with Leng Qing, but in the end it was revealed that Leng Qing had cooperated with MMR.
Netizens who are paying attention to this incident cannot help but suspect that it is the old Wenger who is just too good at talking.
At this moment, Wenger was searching for Leng Qing all over N City, because just after they announced the sovereignty of MAX, Leng Qing took his team and left the studio arranged for them by the SU Group. There was no trace of the computers they used.
Leave.
This was beyond Wenger's expectations.
Wenger cheated and had already scolded the technicians and all the security personnel responsible for monitoring the Leng Qing Studio because the monitoring had been broken since ten o'clock in the morning, and even after calling the group's top technical team, it had not been repaired.
Seeing the violent beating of old Wenger, the nearly fifty-year-old assistant said tremblingly, "Could it be that Leng Qing deliberately tricked us? He never thought about helping SU Group get MAX."
Before he finished speaking, old Wenger's spittle flew towards him, "You are such an idiot, do you still need to remind me?"
After this scolding, his body was shaking even more violently. The secretary quickly handed him a lit cigar. He took a few puffs and slowly exhaled, and his mood stabilized a little.
Then he looked at everyone and ordered: "I have to dig three feet into the ground to get Leng Qing back to me. No matter how capable he is, this is Country M and City N, unless he dies."
The person doing the work took the order and left.
The person in charge of the technical department was still there, and he was worried about himself. All the computers used by Leng Qing and the others were still there, but they couldn't recover any data. Wenger would definitely not let them go so easily.
This matter still needs to be resolved.
After thinking about it for a while, he decided to make a bold suggestion: "Mr. Wenger."
Observe words and colors.
Wenger took a puff of his cigar, and the thin smoke covered his gloomy old face. He looked at the technician with murderous eyes, "Say."
The technician considered each word carefully, "Should I call the young master to come and take a look? He may have a solution."
Wenger has been so focused on MAX that he has forgotten that he has a genius adopted son. His eyes lit up.
"Look where little Ai is now."
When it comes to Ai, he doesn't show the emotion that a father should have, and is even more cold.
The businessman only sees profit, and all the adopted sons he takes in are motivated by profit. Ai is the most talented among all the adopted sons, and is the best heir to the SU Group, but he is becoming more and more out of control.
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Seeing Wenger, Ai stood up and nodded respectfully, "Father."
He glanced at Wenger's anxious eyes and the large beads of sweat on his forehead, and thought about it for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face.
Old Wenger said excitedly: "Leng Qing ran away."
Ai nodded, "I heard."
Wenger said directly, "He cleared all the data in his computer before he left. You can find a way to restore it. There must be relevant information about MAX in it."
If they can't find Leng Qing within these few hours, then the computer used by Leng Qing is the only hope, the last hope.
He looked at Ai now with fear in his eyes, because Ai was his only hope to get back the data in Leng Qing's computer.
Ai heard this and smiled calmly, "Father, I can decipher the last data of MAX."
He said, straightening up.
Suddenly, it was like he had a different identity, above the old Wenger, and even made the old Wenger feel oppressed.
After hearing what Ai said, old Wenger was excited at first, and then in disbelief, "What did you say?"
Ai repeated what he just said seriously, "I can help my father get MAX successfully, and it can be officially released before twelve o'clock tonight."
Old Wenger reached out excitedly and grabbed Leng Qing's arm, "Are you not kidding me?"
He was already ecstatic in his heart, because Ai had never spoken big words to him since he was a child, and he would never talk about things he was unsure of.
Ai nodded slightly and answered in the affirmative.
Old Wenger was ecstatic, "Then hurry up."
While urging Ai, he greeted relevant personnel and prepared to start work.
But the old monk stood still in trance and said, "I have a condition."
The voice is loud and clear.
A cold flash flashed in Old Wenger's eyes, and he suppressed the anger that suddenly rose up. He guessed the conditions that Ai wanted to put forward, "Do you want that Yu Wanwan?"
Very determined.
Ai didn't beat around the bush and nodded directly, "Yes."
For old Wenger, nothing is more important than MAX at this moment. If MAX cannot be successfully cracked today, his credibility in country M will be really ruined and he will become a joke in this industry.
He agreed to Ai without hesitation, "As long as you can solve MAX's problem, I will let you be with her. She is now under my control. Isn't it easy for you to get her?"
Ai smiled and said, "Then let her go to Wenger's mansion first. Her mother's body is about to fail, so let her go there and spend more time with her first."
A gentle tone of voice.
His calmness made Wenger Sr. realize that his son was completely out of his control and was even manipulated by him.
But he had no choice but to endure his anger and compromise first, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to send her there."
Ai took out her phone and swiped a few times on the screen, "It should only take five minutes for my driver to pick her up."
Only then did Old Wenger understand that Ai had expected that he would come to him and had been prepared for it. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he couldn't help but swallow it. "Then I'll have someone take her to the door."
Ai smiled and nodded, his politeness making old Wenger feel strange, as if he had never known him before.
He squinted his eyes and reminded himself clearly that MAX was the most important thing right now.
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Yu Wanwan was not in the mood to eat dinner, but her hungry stomach growled, so she took a small dessert from the refrigerator and took a few bites, then poured a glass of milk to drink, when her aunt hurried in and called her.
"Miss Yu, the young master has sent someone to pick you up."
When Yu Wanwan heard this, her worried eyes suddenly lit up. No matter who it was or for what purpose, it was hope that they could take her out of this isolated place.
She put down the milk carton in her hand and ran outside.
Running to the door, a woman about her own age nodded respectfully to her, "Miss Yu, I am Maya. The eldest young master asked me to pick you up and take you to Wenger's mansion."
Yu Wanwan took a casual look at him. He had dark skin, black hair, delicate facial features, and was obviously of mixed African and Asian descent.
She didn't have time to carefully examine Maya's eyes and expression, and couldn't wait to say, "Then let's leave quickly."
The steps have already been taken, and for her, this means running for her life.
