One video is about five minutes long, and Shen Guozhong beat his son for five minutes.

Wen Qiao only played it for about thirty seconds before turning off the video, because Han Ying was already sobbing behind her, and if she continued to watch it, she might not be able to stand it.

"Mr. Shen, can we talk now?"

Shen Guozhong was choked by someone, he had never been threatened so nakedly, he was furious, but he couldn't show it too obviously.

He smiled grimly and said, "What does Miss Wen want to talk about?" ”

Wen Qiaoyun said lightly: "Mr. Shen should know what I want, what you promised me before, six hundred milliliters of blood, you are operating in the dark by yourself, and you have no promise, this one request, you should naturally meet me, what does Mr. Shen think?" ”

The corners of Shen Guozhong's mouth twitched twice, but he didn't say anything.

Wen Qiao's eyes were gloomy, and he gently rubbed his fingers: "Mr. Shen's condition is that I discipline Shen Yan well, I am Shen Yan's longest-serving tutor, and the staff in your mansion also said that in recent days, Shen Yan no longer has the phenomenon of being naughty and mischievous, and his cultural classes have also skyrocketed, if Mr. Shen really wants to be a sinister and cunning and untrustworthy person, I might as well let the outside world know your true face, and see if there is any business relationship with such Mr. Shen in the future." ”

Shen Guozhong: "You ......"

Wen Qiao: "Since I'm here, of course, I have comprehensive evidence, and it's up to you whether to make it public or not." ”

Shen Guozhong almost jumped up in anger.

"What else do you want, make it clear at once."

Wen Qiao's eyes lifted: "One is 600 ml of blood, and the other is that the custody of Shen Yan belongs to Ms. Han." ”

Shen Guozhong's eyes flashed with slaughter.

But all of a sudden, Uncle Chen, who didn't know when he was standing behind Wen Qiao, snatched the mobile phone in her hand and threw it directly into the bathtub not far away.

Wen Qiao was stunned.

What is certain is that the Shen family definitely does not have an electronics industry or a high-tech industry.

Shen Guozhong suddenly had confidence: "What if I don't agree? ”

Su Ce's eyes were like looking at an idiot, didn't he know that there was such a thing as a backup? This Shen Guozhong is only in his fifties, how can he fall behind like this?

Wen Qiao: "Don't agree? Then I'll immediately ask someone to post the video file I backed up on Weibo, buy a hundred marketing accounts, and then buy a hot search, and Mr. Shen can become famous immediately. ”

Shen Guozhong's eyes were gloomy: "You...... What did you say? ”

Wen Qiao glanced at Shen Guozhong, then at Uncle Chen, and couldn't help laughing, "You don't really think that I only have a video on this phone, do you?" To tell you the truth, I have made many backups, all over the place, my friend is staring at the video now, as long as I give instructions, she will immediately post it on the Internet, Mr. Shen, there is not much time left for you, I will give you five minutes to think about it. ”

Shen Guozhong: "How do I know you're not lying to me?" ”

Wen Qiaonu mouthed: "Then, first post a few photos of Shen Yan's scars on the Internet and put his face on a mosaic." ”

Two minutes later, Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Shen searched the Internet, Pinyin Shenyan's Weibo, to see if there are any of these photos." ”

Uncle Chen was confused, took out his mobile phone, searched, and there were really three scarred photos, they knew very well, and they could see at a glance that it was the little master.

Sure enough, she had a backup.