What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Zhang Xiaoan was really shocked by the [-] billion in Fang Moxuan's balance.

Not that I was surprised by the amount of money.

He knew that Fang Jun had more than [-] and nearly [-] billion in cash, but he didn't expect that half of the cash was stored in Fang Moxuan's bank card.

And Fang Moxuan is still the largest shareholder of Mingjun Group, and her becoming a shareholder must not have happened in a day or two.

Fang Jun was really relieved to transfer the shares to Fang Moxuan, and he was not afraid that she would sell the shares and squander all her savings.

From this point, we can see that Fang Jun attaches great importance to and trusts Fang Mo Xuan.

The relationship between father and daughter would probably make the rich second generation jealous to death.

Zhang Xiaoan smacked his lips: "Tsk, tsk, tsk! I really can't tell. It turns out that you are the Wangjiang capitalist who drinks human blood!"

"Fuck you! We at Mingjun Group do things with a conscience." Fang Moxuan raised her head and said arrogantly: "Every year, I personally donate equipment to primary and secondary schools in the city, or to poor college students."

“My sister doesn’t donate much money every year, but it’s at least [-] to [-] million!”

Ok.

It is indeed very caring, but it is not as good as our Zhang family’s charity work.

Zhang Xiaoan stopped talking nonsense and said straight to the point: "Okay, then I will discuss this matter with you."

"I had a chat with Zhang Youzhi. He wanted to establish a charity medical institution in Wangjiang that would be responsible for fighting terminal illnesses and providing free medicine to terminally ill patients."

"It just so happens that our group has a private hospital of decent size."

"I want to slightly renovate our group's hospital and free up one floor to serve as a charity medical institution."

"Then we will invest another [-] million in research and development expenses every year to develop drugs with the Zhang family."

"Although the group may not gain fame and fortune in the future, it will definitely not go bankrupt."

"Now it depends on what you shareholders think."

Mingjun Group's annual net profit is about RMB 5-8 million, which may fluctuate, but not too much.

The initial investment of [-] million per year is not a big deal for Mingjun Group.

Zhang Xiaoan has already considered these things, and he feels that Mingjun Group can afford this amount.

Facts have proved that Zhang Xiaoan's guess was right.

After hearing what he said, Fang Moxuan agreed without any hesitation: "Yes! This thing can work."

Fang Moxuan didn't think too much.

No matter what angle Zhang Xiaoan mentioned, the benefits to Mingjun Group far outweigh the disadvantages.

First of all, the group can afford the cost.

You must know that the industry of researching and developing medicines to overcome terminal diseases is not something that just any company can do.

Once the project gets rolling, it will be a crazy money burn!

It could range from a few hundred million a year to several billion or even tens of billions a year!

If it weren't for the Zhang family, Fang Jun wouldn't dare to set foot in this industry even if he took the courage to do so.

With his body, he probably wouldn't be able to last even two years, so he would have to put all his family resources into it.

In short, once the pharmaceutical research and development industry is successful, it will almost be both fame and fortune.

Since the Zhang family is willing to support and play with them, Mingjun Group will definitely not give up this opportunity!

"Okay, as long as you agree, then I won't call those two shareholders. Anyway, the company will be yours sooner or later." Zhang Xiao'an stepped forward very sensibly and beat Fang Moxuan's legs, and said humbly: "I've been making trouble for a long time, so I I work for you."

"Mr. Xuan, you must take more care of me in the future. Whether I can make a fortune depends on your love for me."

"Anyway, I can do anything. If you're interested, we can follow the unspoken rules."

Fang Moxuan's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Then go find a piece of cloth to cover the glass in the office. We haven't had an interview in the office yet, hehehe!"

Zhang Xiaoan: "..."

Isn't this just a big blind fool?

I like!

"Jingle Bell……"

The landline phone on the desk rang.

The landline phone is an internal phone number within the group. It is used by various departments to communicate with each other. If there is a call, something will happen.

Really, what a stupid phone call to make at this time!

What a fucking disappointment!

Zhang Xiaoan walked to the desk, answered the phone and asked angrily: "Who is it?"

"Hello, Manager Zhang, I'm at the front desk. Mr. Zhang from Zhang Group is here to see you."

"Oh, just ask him to wait for me on the first floor. I'll go down right away." Zhang Xiaoan hung up the phone and said to Fang Moxuan: "Wait for me, Zhang Youzhi is here. I'll go see what he wants to do."

……

in the car.

Zhang Xiaoan was sitting in the passenger seat, holding up Zhang Youzhi's CT film and asked: "Is it confirmed?"

"Not yet, but it should be close to ten."

Zhang Xiaoan glanced at him, saw his face was glowing, and said, "It's nothing serious, just wait for me in the room tonight."

"No, no, ancestor, I came to you today not to ask you to help me cure my illness."

"I want to tell you that I am planning to abdicate early. I wonder what your opinion is, ancestor?"

Zhang Xiaoan was silent for a moment and said: "I don't have any objections. It's OK to abdicate, but you have to treat your illness. Are you not ready to live or what?"

"The disease must be cured, but I don't want to trouble the ancestors." Zhang Youzhi explained with a smile: "Our Zhang family happens to be developing drugs to overcome terminal diseases. I think I am a good test subject."

Yo!

This grandson quite has a sense of right and wrong.

Zhang Xiaoan nodded: "Okay, if you can't hold on anymore, contact me at any time. If you call me ancestor, I will definitely not watch you tortured to death by illness."

"Thank you, ancestor, and you can rest assured that within half a year at most, I will select the most suitable person from the second generation of the family to take over my position."

"Well, okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Uh..." Zhang Youzhi stopped talking.

Zhang Xiaoan retracted the leg that he just stepped out: "Here you go again, if you fart in the future, can you finish it together? If you have anything to say, please tell me!"

Zhang Youzhi smiled awkwardly and asked: "Ancestor, I just want to ask when will you get married? If I have the opportunity to attend your wedding in my lifetime, I will die without regrets."

When Zhang Xiaoan heard this, his face turned red.

"roll!"

……

Wangjiang Airport.

Wang Wei yawned and got off the plane.

Something happened at home. After learning that Fatty Chen had disappeared, Wang Wei immediately found an excuse and booked a plane ticket to fly back to Wangjiang that day.

Finally able to stay away from the mother and daughter below, Wang Wei was so happy that he took off!

As soon as he stretched out of the airport, he saw Huang Dafa squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards him.

"Pfft!"

Huang Dafa walked up to Wang Wei and knelt down directly for him.

"Brother Wei, please save me!"

Huang Dafa's voice was loud and attracted countless eyes around him.

Wang Wei asked sideways, "What are you doing?"

"Brother Wei, I can't survive. Please help me!"

"Can you stand up and say something in advance?" Wang Wei asked speechlessly.

"If you don't agree to help me, I will keep kneeling here until I die!" Huang Dafa gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a lot of determination.

"Okay, then you kneel down slowly. I'll go back first. I'll bring you food later."

Wang Wei was not someone who spoiled children, so he just patted his butt and left...