Chapter 151 (2/2)
There is a beautiful lady, a gentle mother-in-law, and a smart and lovely child. Although it's only a burden, it's a happy life.
With little pearl as a happy bean, you can always bring a lot of joy!
the whole family enjoyed themselves and spent a warm evening!
The whole family had a good time tonight, but looking at Chen Shanmei's face, she felt a little uneasy and her condition seemed to get worse.
Asked if she would like to see the hospital, she said it was ok, no need.
It's approaching the new year. It's really worrying.
The next day, he got up from bed and was about to enter the bathroom.
At this time, Su Xiaoyu hurried in, her face pale: ”no, Mrs. Jin had a heart attack and fell in the bathroom.”
Hearing this, Fang Tian's face was shocked and rushed to Chen Shanmei's room.
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Qianjin group, headquarters building, conference room.
At this time, there is a heated debate in the conference room, concerning the future and destiny of the group!
Wearing a professional suit, jinyuyan stood in front of all shareholders: ”in the future, the group focuses on cultivating IT industry, making it the main business of the group in the future. It is necessary to eliminate textile mills. ”
”Bang!”
Zhao Yonghai, deputy director, clapped the table and stood up and said, ”I'm against it! Why eliminate textile mills? ”
”I'm not optimistic about the future of the textile industry at all,” said Jin. We will vacate the factory buildings to produce more valuable IT products. ”
Zhao Yonghai sneered and said, ”the future is not good. It's just about food, clothing, housing and transportation. Who doesn't want to wear clothes? How can they not earn money?”
”The reality is that the profits of the whole industry are constantly decreasing,” said Jin Yu, with an expressionless face
”It's only temporary.” Zhao Yonghai retorted: ”Yan Yan, uncle knows you have a big mind. But you can't be too radical. What are you going to do to ”kick the industry”? Besides, can you do better than Bai Wanjun? ”Obviously, in the conference room, it's the debate between the reformers and the Conservatives.
”It's obvious to all the shareholders that I've never done anything bad.” Jin Yuyan is very confident.
”Good!” Zhao Yonghai sneered and scanned all shareholders: ”everyone, do you think that we should eliminate textile mills and engage in” kick industry ”
Zhao Yonghai is the ”founding father” of the group, and his influence is not generally great. When Zhao Yonghai spoke, most shareholders thought that he should not.
Jinyuyan has some pain in his temple: ”farewell.”
Zhao Yonghai smiled and walked out of the meeting room first. Shareholders left one after another.
The fast conference room is full of time and space, only the golden face is left.
She sat down and put her fingers on her temples, rubbing them slowly.
Secretary Ye Qing came in with a cup of coffee and put it in front of her without disturbing her.
Ye Qing also knows that although Miss Jin has made many outstanding achievements after she came back to the group, the time is too short. However, Zhao Yonghai, the founder of the country, has accumulated great influence. It is impossible to get him out clearly and move his whole body with one hair.
Moreover, Zhao Yonghai owns a large proportion of shares, and has a great deal of power in the group. If we can drive him away, we can take his shares.
But is it possible?
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Fang Tian hurried into Chen Shanmei's room. As soon as he entered, he saw Chen Shanmei lying at the door of the bathroom, still wearing white pajamas, without any movement.
Fang Tian's face was tense, so he flew quickly to pick her up with Su Xiaoyu.
Let her lie flat on the bed and give her external chest pressure at the first time of the day. Although she is not a doctor, she still understands this common sense of first aid.
”Xiaoyu, how long has madam fainted?” He asked in a hurry as he kept moving his hands.
Su Xiaoyu said nervously, ”just now she asked me to pour a cup of boiled water. Only a few seconds later, I saw her faint!”
There should be time. Fang Tian keeps pressing his palm