Wen Xiang Yuan's smile remained unchanged. "I also did not expect that the President's son would be poisoned for so many years without anyone caring. By the time Bai Rong becomes the President, you will probably be dead, right?"
Bai Fu Kui stopped laughing and stared at Wen Xiang Yuan with a venomous gaze, saying nothing.
This was his fate.
He was naturally brilliant and held himself in high regard, knowing from a young age that the Federation would one day be his.
His intellect was renowned; everyone knew that the decadent and senile old President had an extremely clever son.
However, this son had fallen seriously ill after the age of fifteen and never appeared before the public again.
In reality, this was the result of the cooperation between several major financial magnates.
Bai Fu Kui was too smart and had too many of his own ideas, unlike his father.
He could not be the President, nor would he be a good, suitable President who could be used by the financial magnates.
So, he could only be sick.
And his cousin, that Bai Rong who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, sat in the position that originally belonged to him.
After the age of fifteen, he was moved out of the Presidential Palace and into a secluded villa in the back garden.
Every day, someone watched him take his medicine; no matter how clever he was, he could only struggle to snatch his life back from the hands of death.
His body, already on the verge of death, was barely hanging on by a thread.
He was dying.
He knew it very well.
"What are you doing here?"
Wen Xiang Yuan did not mind the thick dust on the corridor and sat down opposite Bai Fu Kui.
"To see if a dying person has any other wishes."
Bai Fu Kui gave a cold laugh. "Do I know you?"
Wen Xiang Yuan spread her hands. "You do not, but we are very much alike."
"Everyone in the Federation is very much alike."
Bai Fu Kui began to cough violently, his hands covering his mouth were covered in blood.
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to know if you want revenge."
Bai Fu Kui chuckled low, smearing the blood in his hand.
"Against whom?"
"Against Bai Rong."
Bai Fu Kui leaned forward with a smile, carrying a strong scent of blood and medicine. He flicked his tongue like a venomous snake as he sized up Wen Xiang Yuan.
"So, it turns out you do not want to marry my useless brother."
Wen Xiang Yuan shook her head. "Oh, that is not it. If you want revenge, it might need to be after we are married."
Bai Fu Kui stopped smiling. He looked at Wen Xiang Yuan in silence for a long time before speaking.
"How do you plan to do it? Why help me?"
Wen Xiang Yuan stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on her dress. "Because I need the Federation President to die."
Seeing that Wen Xiang Yuan did not answer his first question, Bai Fu Kui did not ask again.
"You want to be the President?"
Wen Xiang Yuan looked a bit surprised. "Of course not."
What was the point of being the king of a garbage dump?
"If your body can hold out, I can let you be the new king."
To let you create even greater chaos, and then be buried along with the Federation.
"If your body cannot hold out, you can still die along with your enemy."
And my goal would already be achieved.
Wen Xiang Yuan looked tenderly at the man before her, planning the manner of his death for him.
Bai Fu Kui lowered his head in silence as Wen Xiang Yuan walked away.
What manner of death would he choose?
Wen Xiang Yuan was not quite sure.
Bai Fu Kui was very clever, but could he be clever enough to find life in a desperate situation?
After Wen Xiang Yuan returned to the Wen family residence, Lan An called her over to ask about the situation with Bai Rong.
"It was quite good. Your granddaughter and he are getting along very well."
Lan An nodded. This Wen Xiang Yuan was more composed than he had imagined.
"Yuan'er, your brother has not been in a good state lately. You should look after the matters in his hands for him."
Wen Xiang Yuan smiled gently.
"The Scavenger Entertainment Project you mentioned before—I think it can be done."
Lan An was like a kind grandfather, giving earnest instructions to a granddaughter who was showing her skills for the first time.
"It is a good project, but the audience is not broad, so there is no need to worry about making money."
"However, it can indeed help build many connections. You have thought it through very well."
"At this point, our Wen family does not need money. We need to let others know what we are capable of. This is a very good opportunity."
"I heard that you also frequently enter the purification project yourself?"
Wen Xiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but she replied calmly, "Yes... but it is very difficult. I almost always give up halfway."
Lan An smiled dismissively. "What does that matter? Those trash people enter by the dozens, and not a single one of them can leave alive."
"However, it is enough as long as they provide a distraction for the returning spirits in the nightmares to vent their resentment; that is all the value they have."
Wen Xiang Yuan shot a quick glance at Lan An, lowering her eyes to hide her overwhelming murderous intent.
"So, this project still carries a certain level of danger, Grandfather."
Wen Xiang Yuan put on a somewhat worried expression.
"I am worried that some people might not be able to handle such a heavy blow and something might happen."
Lan An laughed. His little granddaughter was still too naive.
"Those who participate in this project are all young people with their heads in the clouds, wanting to see for themselves what fear looks like. They have no idea how much effort the Federation previously put in to keep fear away from our lives."
"Since they want to go, they must bear the consequences themselves. Wanting to do it but being afraid of death—no financial magnate would feel sorry for such people."
Lan An looked at Wen Xiang Yuan. "Since you are interested in this, do it with confidence. Your grandfather is here; nothing will go wrong."
In the end, what Lan An valued was not the project, but Wen Xiang Yuan herself.
The value she displayed now far exceeded that project. If he could use such a small price to make Wen Xiang Yuan trust him more and be more loyal, it was a very good deal.
He had a feeling that this granddaughter would be very useful.
Wen Xiang Yuan suddenly frowned. "The other day, I heard my brother say that he wanted to capture the scavengers with high completion rates from that project for research to see if there was a way to solve the pollution once and for all."
Lan An's expression turned cold. "Once and for all?"
"That fool."
'Once and for all' meant the project was a one-time thing and would not earn any more money.
What kind of fool would ignore a continuous stream of money to consider a once-and-for-all method?
"Besides, where could there be such a scavenger?"
Wen Xiang Yuan sighed. "Perhaps he misunderstood what I meant. At that time, I was forcibly stripped from the mission by him, and my mind was a mess. He just heard me say that I encountered a scavenger who seemed to have the ability to fight back against returning spirits, so he decided that there was such a person based on what I said."
Lan An let out a cold laugh. "There will be no such scavenger."
"As for the ability to fight back, that is nothing more than giving those trash people a few small privileges so they can better help us purify the pollution."
"Otherwise, their abilities would be too poor, and they would die at every turn. We would have to produce new artificial humans. Although that earns money, we do not have that much energy to pay attention to it."
"You do not need to care about your brother's thoughts. If there were such a pivotal scavenger, would I not know?"
Wen Xiang Yuan felt her heart rate quicken. "Grandfather? Do you know something?"
Lan An did not care much. "That was a mistake from many years ago."
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