A Crazy Love Proposal

The next day.

Yun Yuwan got up early in the morning to dress up.

Meanwhile, in the high-rise building of the Wen Family, sunlight was pouring in through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

The long conference table extended, and Wen Yangzhi sat at the master seat at the end of the table, listening to the directors arguing vociferously about exactly how much government bonds to underwrite.

"This time it's a key project for the city issuing bonds; we should underwrite more just to strengthen our connections with the higher-ups."

"Six hundred billion in total is too much, do you know how much the big six banks are underwriting this time, Old Lin? You can't get fat with just one bite."

A ray of sunlight fell upon Wen Yangzhi, his eyes seeming distant. Legs crossed, he listened expressionlessly as the two factions argued a minor issue back and forth.

Summoning him for such a trifle undoubtedly seemed more like some old-timer trying to assert dominance over the younger generation.

Some people's positions and capabilities are as low as their pride and age are high.

The secretary noticed the sunlight on Wen Yangzhi and immediately went over to draw the curtain slightly.

Clothed in a double-breasted suit, Wen Yangzhi wasn't in the sunlight, making the pattern clearer. The pinstripes, known on Wall Street as the 'banker's stripes', rightfully belonged on a real banker, especially on Wen Yangzhi. The sense of old money capital was particularly strong.

No tie was worn, but rather a commanding cravat. A deep blue silk cravat looped in a simple 'Godfather knot' at the neck, tucked into the suit jacket, exuding maturity and profound experience.

Haughty and detached, supremely exquisite in his looks, the young but superior figure embodied both, his presence so intimidating that others dared not stare directly.

His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

One of the directors, Director Lin, argued, "Given the Wen Family's capacity, underwriting sixty billion is not a problem. The authorities definitely hope for us to leverage our home-ground advantage in Shanghai and our leading role."

Another one of Wen Yangzhi's uncles frowned, "Due to recent policy adjustments by the Central Bank and the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission, bond trading is not as smooth as before."

Director Lin, always aggressive, tapped his Montblanc pen on the table, stressing his point,

"But Wen Family has reached a bottleneck. We have always ranked in the top three among the commercial banks, and last year our profits dropped to sixth. If we don't take some risks to break through aggressively, the government and large corporations will regard us less and less."

As tensions were about to erupt, with both sides ready to argue as they had before, one director timely asked Wen Yangzhi, "Director Wen, what do you think?"

Finally, everyone realized that the person with the highest voting percentage had not spoken yet.

Everyone suddenly fell silent, all eyes turned to Wen Yangzhi.

Wen Yangzhi's slender, jade-like fingers flipped through the materials, his deep voice calm and undisturbed,

"A commission rate of two in a million, banks won't get rich off bonds, but taking on too much without fulfilling the task will make one seem all talk and no action."

He lifted his gaze, his indifferent, piercing eyes landed on Director Lin, "It is investment insights that need to be aggressive, not blind ambition. Director Lin, surely you understand such a simple principle, don't you?"

His words, pointed as they were, made everyone instinctively sit up straight, all eyes on Director Lin.

Director Lin, stubbornly, "Young Master Wen, we underwrote fifty billion last time, didn't we sell them all? That shows we actually have the capacity to exceed five hundred billion."

Wen Yangzhi said nothing, quietly watching him, that oppressive force almost felt tangible bearing down.

The term 'Young Master Wen' silenced the entire conference room.

Now, there was only Director Wen, not Young Master Wen.

To still use that term was no doubt like pulling the tiger's whiskers.

In silence, everyone was reminded of the hidden dangers of the last underwriting, and Wen Yangzhi's reaction after the event.

In this standoff,

Director Lin's faction hurriedly pressed him down, smiling to mediate, "Old Lin, you are getting senile with age, did you forget how those fifty billion were sold last time?"

The last fifty billion weren't sold until the very last minute, until fifty billion was purchased by the connections of Mrs. Wen, which made that bond underwriting finally sold out.

That showed the Wen Family was indeed incapable of underwriting that much on their own.

If not for the strong local network rooted in Shanghai City, it would have been impossible to sell all those bonds.

And last time, it was Director Lin who insisted on underwriting fifty billion and still it was the Wen Family that had to bail it out in the end.

Wen Yangzhi had no patience to listen to their futile disputes anymore, "Four hundred billion, any objections?"

Everyone was contemplative.

Just moments ago, they were all arguing incessantly, now they were as quiet as could be.

Wen Yangzhi coldly looked up, "Meeting adjourned."

He stood up to leave the meeting, his assistant and the board secretary following behind him.

The rest remained motionless.

Wen Yangzhi's shared ownership was too high, almost inheriting his predecessors' autocracy.

After all, this was the Wen Family.

Wen Yangzhi returned to his office, and Assistant Zheng cautiously asked him, "What about the necklace? The banquet is imminent, and Governor Zhou from the Brotherhood..."

He flipped through the documents in his hand, not lifting his head, "Choose another, as long as the gift is of equal value."

Fifty million, again fifty million.

If Miss Yun had not taken the liberty to wear that necklace, there would be no need to choose another.

This back and forth was like spending a billion.

The assistant muttered under their breath and exited.

Wen Yangzhi's cell phone rang, and upon seeing the displayed name, he left it hanging for quite a while.

The caller didn't seem to have any intention of hanging up.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and swiped to answer.

A girl's soft and melodious voice came through the phone, "Brother, will you come home for dinner?"

In the office, where the stark color palette was limited to black, white, and gray, the girl's charming voice was especially jarring.

Wen Yangzhi flipped a page, "No."

Yun Yuwan let out a disappointed "Ah" softly.

Wen Yangzhi remained unmoved.

Yun Yuwan held her phone, gazing at herself in the mirror.

If he didn't come back, wouldn't that mean her efforts to dress up were in vain?

Was he too busy to come home, or did he not even want to see her?

After pondering, she said, "Then... the Jiang Family will come to visit today, do you know about it?"

"The atmosphere would certainly be better with you there, you're so familiar with that brother from the Jiang Family."

At last, there was a moment of pause on the other end of the line, "The Jiang Family?"

It was just an instant before he understood the Jiang Family's intentions.

She unconcernedly replied, "Yeah."

Wen Yangzhi's expression turned slightly cold, "I know it."

He hung up the phone directly.

But within less than an hour, Yun Yuwan heard from the servants that Young Master Wen had come back and was speaking with Mr. Wen.

She couldn't help but mentally set off fireworks for herself.

She was simply too clever.

Meanwhile, inside the tea room, Wen Wei and Wen Yangzhi sat opposite each other, with a cigar resting on the white porcelain ashtray in front of Wen Wei, smoke curling upwards.

With some roundabout remarks, Wen Wei said, "You're twenty-seven now, there are certain things that dad won't mention, but you should be well aware of them in your heart."

"I know," Wen Yangzhi answered, his expression indifferent.

Wen Wei probed, "What did you think about Miss Xu when you met her last time?"

Wen Yangzhi was pouring himself some tea with a fair cup, his long, clean fingers resting on the dark brown Yixing teapot, their elegance complementing each other beautifully:

"As a wife, I'm afraid she wouldn't shoulder the responsibilities well."

Wen Wei understood, "She is a bit young."

Indeed, the role of the Wen Family's matriarch was not an easy one, especially since the financial industry highly values networking; the lady of the Wen Family must be versatile and perceptive, not just a beautiful but empty canary.

Even if not as the mistress, she would be a top talent wherever she was placed.

Take Zhao Qin, for instance. It seemed like she did nothing, having never worked since she married into the family.

In reality, she was busy almost every day, attending social gatherings, making business connections, and maintaining good relationships with other families' wives and daughters to stay informed about the business movements of wealthy families.

As a female celebrity, sometimes just showing her face could gain initial favor, which was extremely useful for opening up social networks.

A large portion of the Wen Family's social obligations fell on her, followed by the networks Wen Yangzhi built during his schooling.

This included classmates from private, elite institutions like Jiang Jianqing, who belonged to the second generation of wealthy families.

Being part of an Ivy League Brotherhood meant, after graduation, you'd have a sprawling network of contacts all over the United States, including some second and third-generation Chinese Americans.

Being the wife of the Wen Family was indeed not an easy task.

Without being exceptionally astute, it would be difficult to manage all aspects well.

Especially since the Wen Family was no small enterprise.

Finding someone with the capability and presence to be the matriarch of the Wen Family, and for him to like her as well, was as tough as ascending to the heavens.

Wen Wei subtly urged, "This kind of thing can always be learned. Miss Xu is quite a suitable match for you."

Wen Yangzhi decisively refused, "I don't like her."

"Then what type do you like?" Wen Wei truly couldn't fathom his son's preferences.

Wen Yangzhi calmly stated, "A beautiful one."

It was an unexpected answer, and Wen Wei's hand holding the cigar froze mid-air.

Looking at his son's indifferent face, which, despite his youth, carried a commanding presence that likely dissuaded most from acting thoughtlessly around him

, he had assumed his son would favor intelligent, virtuous, gentle women.

He had never considered that his son would prefer beautiful ones.

But after giving it some thought, he could understand.

In the end, they are all men, naturally drawn to beauty, a male instinct.