Chapter 85: The Man Who Rose in Value by Seventy Percent!

  In today's prosperous and expensive city, having a large office of hundreds of square meters is really a luxurious thing.

  A classic marble office desk that doesn't show its age, with almost no stacked files on it. There isn't even a computer for sending and receiving emails. There is only a ceramic pen holder printed with floral patterns and a stack of sticky notes.

  It's very obvious that the owner of this room is far from diligent.

  The outside is sunny and beautiful, just like a woman's infinitely beautiful natural face.

  Wen Ren Muyue sat on the chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding an international fashion magazine. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and under the sunlight, her entire body seemed to radiate a warm glow.

  Some women are born with envy, as if all the good things in the world have a close relationship with her.

  Unmatched peerless beauty, wealth and status that can rival a country, paired with an originally unpossessed high IQ, followed by excellent pursuers as numerous as fish in the river.

  Sometimes, even she herself wonders what the meaning of her own life should be?

  Navigating the business world, will today's wealth be doubled?

  Indulging in debauchery and living a life of luxury and extravagance?

  Or being a good husband and father, making a qualified wife?

  That's how life is. When there are no choices, you can always get a surprise of 'a village beyond the misty trees and flowers'.

  But when there are too many options in front of you, you will lose your direction.

  No one can fathom the thoughts of Wen Ren Mu Yue, and even Qin Zongheng, known as the 'First Young Master of the Capital', cannot do so.

  Knock knock!

  A gentle knock at the door echoed outside, with a fixed rhythm and intensity. Not so faint that it couldn't be heard, nor loud enough to be jarring.

  Wen Ren Muyue disliked having doorbells or videophones installed in her own room, also because she couldn't stand the disturbance and clumsiness of those high-tech products.

  In essence, she is more inclined towards traditional things. For example, Chinese painting, calligraphy with a brush pen, jade artifacts and antiques.

  But for those famous cars and diamond rings, I don't have much interest, just use them as a means of transportation or decoration. Can't be counted as liking.

  So, until now, she didn't have a sports car. But her younger brother Wen Renzhao had collected the full range of Ferrari models. He even tried to run to find that Arabian businessman to buy that one-of-a-kind golden sports car - but he refused to sell.

  Rich people often have some bad taste, which is understandable. Just don't harm the country and its people.

  "Come in." Wen Ren Mu Yue closed the book in her hand, stood up and stretched. Her soft and slender waist, without a hint of fat, was pulled into an enticing arc before slowly returning to its original shape.

  In this seemingly insignificant action, it already contains the secrets of Taoist family nourishment and breathing exercises.

  The children of wealthy families have a different secret in terms of physical health.

  Her assistant, Ma Yue, pushed open the door, always wearing a black or silver uniform, a white dress shirt with a stiff collar, and black-framed glasses, which covered up part of her exquisite beauty. When working under a woman, one must always be cautious.

  Ma Yue does not allow others to overshadow Miss's brilliance, even if it has a little influence. Neither can she herself.

  "Miss, Mr. Liu of the Dadi Group is waiting for you in the teahouse, saying he has something very important to discuss with you." Ma Yue stopped three steps away from Wen Ren Muyue. This was the most suitable distance for conversation between master and servant.

  Being too close will make the owner feel insecure and lacking in dignity.

  Too far, then let the host speak with too much effort.

  Can you imagine? In order to better cater to those high and mighty rich or powerful people, countless people have racked their brains to summarize these skills and can quickly promote and use them.

  "Tell him I have something important to attend to as well. No time." Wen Ren Mu Yue said casually.

  "Yes. Miss." Ma Yue carried out the task without any objection. "The acquisition of Boeing's small passenger plane business has been basically settled. Mr. Hammer on the Boeing side hopes to meet with you."

  "Just let Luke take charge."

  Ma Yue nodded and handed over a stack of documents in her hand, saying: "Mr. Qin Luo has made the latest move again."

  In the past, when encountering a large amount of file information, Ma Yue would first go through it all and then summarize the content in the most concise language. This time, Ma Yue did not make a summary because she knew that after Miss read these materials, she would make her own judgment.

  The girl seems to have some different feelings towards that man.

  Wen Ren Mu Yue took over the file folder, opened the hardcover cover, and found that it was all cut newspaper clippings.

  "Taiyi divine needle transmits to humans entering the world, power surpasses Needle King Wang's self-cultivation"

  "Is Taiyi Shenzhen a peerless skill or just a quack remedy?"

  "Taiyi Shennan passes on the needle to Qin Luo, wanting to reverse the decline of traditional Chinese medicine..."

  "Study traditional Chinese medicine, wear a long gown, marry a Chinese wife, and pass on the divine needle technique to support Chinese culture——"

  Page after page of news reports about Qin Luo, from newspapers and magazines. Even some unscrupulous tabloids had their reports cut out. This was all thanks to the Wen family's global intelligence network playing its role.

  The published content highly praised Qin Luo as the leader of the new generation of traditional Chinese medicine, the inheritor and promoter of national culture, and the savior of ancient Chinese medicine.

  There are also those who think this is just another media hype. They predict that Qin Luo will soon write a book and appear on "Lecture Room" to make a fortune, and the ones who will really benefit from this are the packaging company and the publishing house. In fact, the so-called successor of Taiyi divine needle is simply nonsense.

  Whether good or bad, it proves one thing: Qin Luo has become famous.

  "That's interesting." Wen Ren Mu Yue closed the file folder and said with a smile.

  Ma Yue was taken aback, never expecting the young lady to give such an evaluation.

  Things and people that can make her feel interesting are really rare.

  "What if the Wen family were to fully support Ma Yue in reviving traditional Chinese medicine?" Wen Xiangyue leaned back into the soft chair, looking languid and relaxed, like a cat that had lost its skeletal support.

  "He will surely make a name for himself in China and become the most famous doctor of our time." Ma Yuehao said without hesitation.

  She has great confidence in the Wen family. If Miss really wants to go all out to support that man's world of traditional Chinese medicine, he will reach a height that his predecessors cannot match.

  "Really?" Wen Ren Muyue's face radiated a captivating glow.

  But that brilliance soon dissipated. She looked at her most trusted assistant, and asked like a little girl: "If I do this, will he like it?"

  At that moment, Ma Yue had an impulse to have Qin Luo killed immediately.

  The high and mighty young lady actually said something so clever? That cautious expression, even I as a woman feel heartbroken just looking at it.

  "I don't know," said Ma Yue. Although she didn't have a good impression of Qin Luo in her heart, she still had to be realistic.

  Loyalty is the first principle that one must follow. Just like keeping customer confidentiality is a steadfast rule for assassins.

  "That would make his life boring, wouldn't it? How could I turn him into someone like me?" Wen Ren Mu Yue sighed and said. "Add five points to his file."

  Five minutes? Ma Yue's eyes widened in surprise.

  "Miss, according to the rules we set, the maximum score can be added by three. Unless someone saves the family from crisis or saves Miss's life, it is an exception to add points." Ma Yue raised an objection.

  That scoring table was created by her own hands, and she knew its gold content. Some people know that the scoring table is in their own hands, and even willing to spend millions to buy one point.

  Those young masters who try to curry favor with me by approaching the ladies are worth more than a hundred million.

  Wen Ren Mu Yue supported her forehead with one hand, gazing at Ma Yue with eyes as beautiful as the stars, and asked with a gentle smile: "Ma Yue, you're twenty-six this year, right?"

  "Yes. Miss. Twenty-six years and nine months."

  "It's time for me to fall in love," said Wen Ren Mu Yue.

  “——”

  "In that case, you will understand that some things are beyond the rules." said Wen Ren Mu Yue in a low and mysterious tone.

  Figures are dead, but hearts are alive. Even the most precise computer can't calculate the maximum value of love or hate.

  "Yes. Miss, I understand. I will add five points to his file. In that case, he will have seventy points. The file will be transferred from the lower district to the middle district." Ma Yue said. Actually, she still didn't understand.

  The education and experience she received have trained her into a fine-tuned highly functioning advanced machine.

  But when it comes to this wonderful thing called love, no one has told her what that is.

  Wen Ren Mu Yue waved his hand, and Ma Yue quietly slipped out without a sound.

  Reopening the folder, looking at Qin Luo's raised eyebrows and pursed lips smiling face, Wen Ren Muyue fell into deep thought.

  Knock knock knock!

  The knock on the door sounded again. This time the rhythm was extremely fast and the force was extremely heavy, causing Wen Ren Mu Yue to frown involuntarily.

  "Come in." She called out. Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with the person knocking on the door, she had to let them in.

  Because she knew, only he would knock on the door like this. And only he dared.

  The heavy wooden door was pushed open, revealing a face that could be described as delicate and lovely.

  Wei Ren walked in with a smile and said with a flattering face: "Sister, I'm going to die for you."

  As she spoke, she was about to give Wen Ren Muyue a bear hug.

  "Sit properly." Wen Ren Mu Yue coldly snorted.

  Wen Ren didn't mind and sat down in the chair across from her with a smile, saying: "Older sister, you're getting prettier and prettier."

  "Go on, what is it?" Wen Ren Mu Yue flipped through a magazine on the table with her hand, too lazy to pay attention to him.

  "Haha, no wonder people say that sister is the smartest woman in Huaxia. Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Indeed, the name is not in vain." Wen Ren's clever flattery.

  "I don't dare say I understand all the men in the world, but as for you - with your IQ, I know exactly what you're thinking without even having to think about it." Wen Ren Mu Yue said coldly.

  "Yes, yes. Older sister is the smartest." Wen Renzhao smiled with a sweet face. If it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't dare believe that a boy could be beautiful to this extent. "Then, sister, guess why I came looking for you this time?"

  Long eyelashes, round and curved eyes, fair skin, delicate facial features like a woman, slightly long hair, tied up with a red hair tie in the back. Wearing a bright silver baseball cap on her head, even if she told others that she was a woman, it's unlikely anyone would doubt it.

  From their external gene, these siblings are still very similar. Excellent and maddening at the same time.