Wang Cheng didn't take the matter of meeting Qi Dai to heart. After returning home, he called Wang Ning'an. Two days had passed, so he wanted to know how his big cousin's condition was and whether he could be cured.

“When it came to surgery, Old Doctor Liu said that there is a blood clot in He Ping's brain. It isn’t big, but just about touches his nerves. Such an operation is very high risk, and its success rate may be less than 20%. Old Doctor Liu said that he doesn’t have too much certainty in clearing the blood clot."

Less than 20% was not even one-fifth certain.

"What did our first auntie say?"

Wang Ning'an replied: "First auntie said she wants to think about it. She doesn’t dare to take any risks."

Wang Cheng thought about it, too. His big cousin had only one life. If they were too rash and the operation failed, he would be gone. His first aunt only had his big cousin as her child. If her son was gone, his first aunt might not survive. “Is there no other way?"

"This kind of surgery itself is very risky. Doctor Liu doesn’t dare to rush to perform the operation for He Ping, because even if the operation is successful, He Ping might end up in a vegetative state. There is no other way, unless he can find someone who is better than Doctor Liu when it comes to experts in neurology."

"But didn't you say that Doctor Liu is a top expert in neurology? How can one find a doctor who is better than him?"

"There is another person, James, who is hailed as a god in the medical field. A lot of academic research on the brain is published by him. No one knows the human brain better than him. Rumors say that even if it's one who has been in a vegetative state for decades, as long as he is willing to take action, he will be successful. However, this person is extremely difficult to hire. I heard that a billionaire spent 100 million to ask him to hold his knife, but he did not budge."

"It seems that he is not short of money." Geniuses were always strange characters, it was nothing surprising for Wang Cheng. If even billionaires couldn’t hire that person, it would be difficult for him to.

"Try it anyway, better safe than sorry.

"That's right, have you told our parents about this?"

"I’ve said it, our parents said they can help as much as possible." They could help take care of He Ping for the rest of his life, but then He Ping would have to live so ignorantly throughout his life. What was the meaning of such life? His first auntie hoped that he could learn to take care of himself, that's why she had never given up.

...

Wang Cheng stepped into the hall, and the Zhou steward walked towards him. "Master Cheng, supper is ready."

Wang Cheng nodded. He looked around but didn't see his grandfather.

The Zhou steward seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said, "Master has an appointment with a friend and will not come back for dinner tonight."

"Thank you, Zhou steward, I see."

Zhao Chenlin seemed to have known that his grandfather was not eating at home tonight, and so he could not be seen at the dining table. The Zhou Lin husband and wife came down after a while. Wang Cheng glanced at them and ignored them, bowing his head to drink the hot soup. Zhou Lin seemed to be a bit dissatisfied with his behavior.

"Chengcheng, I heard that you are making big changes in Yazhi recently, cultivating new people and suppressing the old employees, right?

Wang Cheng put down his bowl, licked off the soup from his lips, and asked casually: "Who did you hear that from, aunt? Was it from Cousin Chenlin’s old friend?”

Zhou Lin froze amidst her speech, and retorted: "Chenlin doesn't have such an old friend, don’t talk nonsense."

"It seems that my aunt is still being kept in the dark." Wang Cheng smiled, "I'm not talking nonsense. The ‘old employees’ my aunt mentioned just now should be referring to the popular star Cen Xi? Indeed, he is now considered Yazhi’s most popular star. However, does my aunt know how he got so popular? Everyone in the company says that Cen Xi got on Cousin Chenlin’s bed to have the status that he has today, he himself even admitted it to me. When I cut off a few of his redundant assistants, he said that he was Zhao Shao's person, and only Zhao Shao was qualified to move the people around him.”

The expressions of the Zhou Lin husband and wife became completely distorted, especially Zhou Lin’s. She had been in charge of Yazhi before, and most likely knew of which artists were there. She also paid attention to them after letting her son take over; so, she knew about Cen Xi, but chose to give it a blind eye.

"Speaking of which, Yazhi is still in its messy state it was left in by Cousin Chenlin. I had heard that Cousin Chenlin isn’t suited for business. Now, I finally believe it. Ever since I took over Yazhi, I’m finding that Yazhi's internal matters are simply a mess. The good seeds were all hidden by the snow, and the bad ones jumped higher than anyone else. The most outrageous thing is that most of the good artists were hidden in the snow by this Cen Xi. When I criticized him, he said that it was Cousin Chenlin's meaning."

Wang Cheng smiled at Zhou Lin, "I don't know what auntie is thinking?"

"This Cen Xi is really hateful!" Zhou Lin snapped the chopsticks in her hand, "He is so narrow-minded, pouring all the dirty water on Chenlin. This person is definitely ill-intentioned, you must not believe his words. Auntie is telling you, his purpose is to make you turn your back on your cousin, and have no time to deal with himself, so that he can monopolize the company's resources."

Wang Cheng admired her ability very much. "I don’t know if my auntie knows this, but before I took over Yazhi, Cen Xi had monopolized all the good resources of the company for a long time, and he said that Cousin Chenlin never stopped it. Actually, I don’t mean to blame my cousin. I just wanted my aunt to remind him that companies shouldn’t be operated like this. With his unique business method, it is no wonder that Yazhi’s income is decreasing month by month."

The Zhou Lin husband and wife could not eat anymore, as their bellies were full of anger because of Wang Cheng. However, the Zhou steward was nearby and they did not dare to speak too harshly.

Wang Cheng did not intend to directly talk about these things, but Zhou Lin took the initiative to mention it, and even with accusations in her words. He was not a clay figure, and would not sit around and wait for death. He felt uncomfortable being flattened and rounded.

Back in the room, Wang Cheng first called Wang Ziyu, as Beijing University had started school. He chatted with Chu Yifeng on the phone after talking with her.

They talked about company matters, family matters, the incident with the Zhou Lin husband and wife just now, and about the Dongwang Group’s matters. He was more busy than when he had first started the jam business.

"Why does it feel like you have more to deal with than me, but you don't seem to be as busy as I am," Wang Cheng said with envy.

"It won’t be like this once you get used to it. You’ve just started with this, and to understand this industry, you must do things on your own. When the company stabilizes, you can find someone to help, just like you let Zhang Wu help you manage the Dongwang Group.”

"But I can't always let Zhang Wu help me manage Dongwang. I have already mentioned Zhang Wu to my grandfather, and Zhang Wu is indeed suitable for a larger stage. Now, I have to worry about who can help me manage Dongwang Group. How about Zhang Wu's father?"

Chu Yifeng suggested: "You can throw this trouble to the Zhang Wu father and son to solve. For the future of his son, Zhang Zhongming will definitely help find someone who can replace Zhang Wu."

"That’s a great ideat, I like it." Wang Cheng smiled.

"Am I not great?"

Wang Cheng joked: "Boss, you are also great, especially when you are on the bed."

"Can I take it that you are inviting me?" Chu Yifeng replied, with a voice that implied a dangerous end for him. If Wang Cheng was in front of him now, he would have long been thrown down.

Wang Cheng smiled, "Of course. But, you can't seem to accept my invitation now. What should I do?"

Chu Yifeng said: "Are you sure you want to try and provoke me like this repeatedly?"

"Of course... not!" Wang Cheng was still very knowledgeable about current affairs. If he really answered affirmatively, Chu Yifeng would almost definitely fly over. He still didn’t want his chrysanthemum to bloom. “The old monk said that being too serious will lead to a short life. It’s better to smile from time to time."

After hearing this, Chu Yifeng was silent for a few seconds. "Are you sure that is what your master said?"

"Of course, the words are still ringing in my ears."

"You said that when you were young, your master was very strict with you."

"That's why he died at the age of one hundred and twenty, otherwise he could have lived for a few more years, or another decade."

Wang Cheng couldn't help but be the first to laugh. "Let’s talk business, do you know a neurologist called James?"

"Why are you looking for a doctor?"

"It's for my big cousin. My eldest brother said that only this Doctor James can guarantee a certain success in performing the operation on my big cousin. However, I heard that it is very difficult to invite him. Aren’t you in Italy? I heard that he is Italian. If you know of him, please help me inquire. Although I can't spend 100 million, other aspects can be discussed."

"You can discuss with me."

Wang Cheng couldn't keep up with his sudden rhythm. "What?"

"I know James. The funding for a biological project he is working on is sponsored by Eimer, so you can discuss it with me. As long as the conditions are satisfactory to me, I will ask him to do the surgery for your big cousin. How about it?"

The person in charge immediately changed.

“..."

The good news came without any sense of surprise. Wang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of self-comfort, though he didn’t know why. He hadn’t felt such a way in a long time. Had things been going so smoothly recently?

Wang Cheng ceded the land and paid his compensation, finally satisfying the landlord. It was eleven o’clock when they finished their call. At this time, Wang Ning’an would have already gone to bed. Though he didn’t have to go to work the next day, it was still his habit to go to bed at ten o’clock on time everyday and not stay up late. So, he decided to tell him the good news tomorrow.

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