PNB Chapter 1149 Ye Wenwu's Conflict
Chapter 1149 Ye Wenwu's Conflict
Li Zhengjun nodded in agreement, "Yes, Xiaofeng. Ye Wenwu must have had the vision and vision to reach that position."
"Drag the entire family into the abyss for the position of Patriarch. This price is too high. He should endure it and overcome the difficulties together first."
Facing the doubts from two experienced elders, Lu Feng's smile remained calm and confident, as if everything was under control.
"Uncle, Uncle Jun, what you said makes a lot of sense."
"Under normal circumstances, with Ye Wenwu's cunning, he would indeed choose to endure, or even temporarily cooperate with Ye Wenyuan to save the Ye family's big ship first."
Lu Feng changed the subject, a gleam in his eyes: "But... that was under 'normal circumstances'."
He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice with the certainty of someone who had a plan in hand: "What if we... add fuel to the fire?"
"Let this fire burn brightly enough, bright enough for Ye Wenwu to see that this is not only a chance to overthrow Ye Wenyuan, but also a golden opportunity for him to turn the tide, save the Ye family from disaster, and thus legitimately ascend to the throne of the head of the family."
Lu Feng's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing huge waves in the hearts of Shen Muyun and Li Zhengjun.
They looked at Lu Feng's young but deep eyes and suddenly realized that this young man's insight into the internal contradictions of the Ye family and his grasp of people's hearts had reached a shocking level.
What he called "adding fuel to the fire" must have been a backup plan that had been laid long ago and was enough to completely ignite the powder keg within the Ye family!
The car fell into a brief silence, with only the low hum of the engine as the only sound.
Shen Muyun and Li Zhengjun looked at each other, and saw deep shock in each other's eyes and a deeper scrutiny of Lu Feng.
This young man is much more terrifying than he appears.
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Cloud kite in stream water.
In the capital's top villa district, any house there is enough for an ordinary person to work hard for ten lifetimes.
Among them, villas No. 1, No. 3, No. 6 and No. 9 are the most prestigious buildings, each of which is worth tens of figures and is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Moreover, as the king of buildings, it is not something that can be bought easily if you have money.
The owners of the four largest buildings all have greater backgrounds than each other. Among them, the owner of villa number three is the residence of Ye Wenwu, the current second-in-command of the Ye family.
At this time, on the fourth floor of the villa, in the study, a man in a dark casual jacket was smoking.
The room was dimly lit and filled with a strong and pungent smell of tobacco.
Behind the huge mahogany desk, Ye Wenwu was sunk deep into the wide leather chair.
He was wearing a well-tailored dark casual jacket and had an upright figure. Even when he was sitting, the majesty that came from being in a high position for a long time and holding great power exuded like a tangible thing.
However, the expression on his face at this moment was in stark contrast to that majestic aura.
His brows were furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, and his eyes stared at the void in front of him with complicated expressions, as if a fierce inner struggle was taking place there.
Heaviness, entanglement, and a hint of imperceptible fatigue were clearly engraved on his angular face.
A dying cigarette was held between his fingers, and the smoke curled up and lingered around his tightly pursed lips.
In a corner of the desk, the priceless jade ashtray was already filled with twisted cigarette butts, silently telling the duration and intensity of the owner's inner torment.
Opposite him stood a lady with graceful manners.
The woman was well-maintained, with her jet-black hair neatly tied up behind her head, revealing her elegant snow-white neck.
Her face was still beautiful, but the subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and her overly sharp and shrewd eyes revealed the traces of time and her deep scheming.
She is Ye Wenwu's wife, Feng Yuru, a woman of equally prominent origin and well versed in the ways of power.
The study was dead silent, with only the slight hiss of burning cigarettes as the sound.
Feng Yuru had been standing quietly for a long time, and at this moment, she finally broke the suffocating silence.
"Brother Wen,"
She looked at her husband's furrowed brow and the full cigarette butts in his cigarette holder, and slowly said, "Are you really... not going to take this opportunity to take action against Big Brother?"
Her eyes were fixed on Ye Wenwu, as if she wanted to penetrate his inner struggle. "Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Lu Feng, Shen Muyun, and Li Zhengjun are all rebelling. Big Brother's prestige in the family will surely be severely damaged, and he will be in a state of panic."
"The catastrophic disaster caused by his beloved son Ye Tian has pushed the Ye family to the brink of collapse. If we don't take action now, when will we? If we miss this opportunity, I'm afraid..."
"enough!"
Ye Wenwu suddenly interrupted his wife, his voice hoarse and irritable.
He took a deep puff of the cigarette, but because he inhaled too quickly, he started coughing violently, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Then he fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt into the ashtray that had already been overwhelmed, his action filled with a sense of anger that had nowhere to vent.
He raised his head and looked at Feng Yuru with bloodshot eyes. The tangled pain in his eyes was clearly visible:
"Yuru, I understand what you're saying. Big brother... he's become increasingly stubborn and self-willed over the years, and that evil creature, Ye Tian, is even more lawless, causing such a catastrophic disaster! I want to pull him down from that position more than anyone else!"
Ye Wenwu's voice was filled with resentment and resentment, but then he changed the subject, his tone becoming unusually heavy and helpless: "But! Not now! Absolutely not!"
He stood up suddenly, his tall figure looking a little heavy in the dim light.
He placed his hands on the desk, leaning forward slightly, staring intently at Feng Yuru, and spoke word by word:
"What's the situation of the Ye family now? We're being targeted by that little wolf cub Lu Feng, the Shen family and the Li family are eyeing us covetously, the Ministry of Security and even the guy in the Imperial Capital are keeping an eye on us!"
"The Ye family is like a broken ship about to fall apart in the fierce wind and huge waves! If we are not careful, it will be shattered into pieces and there will be no recovery!"
His voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable determination: "Even if I despise Big Brother and want to replace him, I will never kick you when you're down and stab you in the back at a time like this!"
"If I do that, how will outsiders view me, Ye Wenwu? They will say that I am a traitor to the Ye family and a villain who takes advantage of the situation to rob people!"
"What will the leaders of the various branches of the clan think of me? They will think that I am willing to sacrifice the entire family for personal gain!"
"By then, even if I take the position of Patriarch, all I'll get is a mess full of holes and disunity!"
"What I, Ye Wenwu, want is a complete and powerful Ye family, not a pile of ruins!"
Ye Wenwu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the dull air in the study.
His chest was heaving violently, and he was obviously extremely excited.
The desire for power and the sense of responsibility for the survival of his family were tearing fiercely in his heart.