As the saying goes, you have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night. Even in his sleep, Jing Gao was still thinking about "getting involved in the textile industry."
Dong Meifu helped find that several companies in the textile industry were short of money, but they were unwilling to transfer control of their factories. Without control over manufacturing plants, employment cannot be affected. It made no sense to him at all.
So, where is the breakthrough?
Suddenly, Jing Gao, who was sleeping, was awakened by the doorbell. Naturally, his cell phone is on silent mode when he sleeps. But it's only late April, and I'm sleeping with the door and windows open, only to be woken up by the doorbell in the living room.
"Who is it?" Jing Gao habitually picked up his phone and looked at it. At 4:21 in the morning, he went to open the door in his nightgown.
Aunt Chunlan, Professor Zhao's nanny next door, was at the door and said anxiously: "Mr. Jing, Professor Zhao is having a heart attack, can you do me a favor?"
Jing Gao was stunned, wasn't he? But considering Professor Zhao's age, sudden illness is normal. He said calmly: "Aunt Chunlan, don't panic. Do you usually have medicine? Have you called 120?"
"Yes, yes. I've been beaten. 120 told me not to touch Professor Zhao. When they come, find someone to carry him downstairs on a stretcher."
Jing Gao understood and said, "No problem. I'll call someone over to help."
Nanny Chunlan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Gao called Xiao He and asked her and the waiting male staff to come over quickly. He went back to the room to change clothes and pick up his wallet. After the 120 ambulance arrived, he took a stretcher and carried Professor Zhao downstairs with the staff.
The ambulance did not enter the community. Then he was carried to the ambulance parked at the gate of the community. Follow the car to the nearby No. 3 Hospital, two kilometers away.
Professor Zhao went to the emergency room and was then arranged to go to the VIP ward.
Xiao He was busy running around and going through the hospitalization procedures. After more than forty minutes, he came over breathlessly with various invoices and reported: "Mr. Jing, everything has been arranged."
"Xiao He, you have worked hard tonight. Your salary has been raised by one level." Jing Gao was taking care of Professor Zhao in the VIP ward of the inpatient building. Running errands to buy food and water was left to the male staff, Xiao Qi.
Xiao He and Xiao Qi immediately cheered up. That's what's good about serving the boss. They said in unison: "It's not hard work."
Aunt Chunlan was tired and tired. She sat in a chair outside the ward and called Professor Zhao's wife. She couldn't get through and could only send a text message to inform her. Then call Professor Zhao’s daughter and son-in-law respectively. Only his son-in-law's phone number got through.
"Aunt Chunlan, please rest here. I'm here." Jing Gao comforted her, shaking his head in his heart. I guess Professor Zhao is also a romantic figure. But the family seems to be in a mess.
It's understandable that his beloved wife doesn't live with his daughter and son-in-law. My daughter and son-in-law don’t live together either?
I go.
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In a villa in Changbei District, the curtains in the master bedroom on the second floor were drawn tightly. Just after six o'clock in the morning, the phone rang suddenly and quickly.
Professor Zhao's beautiful wife, Professor Zhao's beautiful wife, Liao Rong, an intellectual beauty with a graceful figure, elegant and quiet temperament who Jing Gao had a relationship with, lived here.
The cell phone ringtone is a bit noisy. The middle-aged man said, "Would you like to answer the call? It seems to be a call from Chunlan, the nanny at the boss's house."
Liao Rong squinted her eyes comfortably, turned around and said, "Ignore her."
More than ten minutes later, Liao Rong was wrapped in sheets, picked up her phone and saw the text message. She couldn't help but smile, and said: "The old man has a heart attack and went to the hospital. I'm going to get some beauty sleep. You go and get ready until I wake up." Drive me to the Third City Hospital."
"Okay, ma'am."
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In the early morning, Professor Zhao's son-in-law An Zhiwen, who lives in a 20-year-old community in Tongcheng District outside the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing, received a call and drove to the Third Municipal Hospital in the north of the city. Arrived at around 7:30 in the morning.
After An Zhiwen arrived at the hospital, he said hello to the nanny Chunlan, and after visiting Professor Zhao who was sleeping in the VIP ward between two people, he came out and held Jing Gao's hand gratefully, "Mr. Jing, thank you so much. Thank you! "
The thirty-six-year-old man's eyes were red. It can be seen that he and his father-in-law have a very deep relationship.
Nanny Chunlan followed: "Xiao An, you have to thank Mr. Jing for your kindness. Otherwise, otherwise... you have to thank me properly." As she said that, she turned around and wiped away her tears.
Jing Gao looked tired. He started to struggle around four o'clock in the morning. When he saw Professor Zhao's relatives arriving, he prepared to evacuate. "You're welcome, we are all neighbors."
An Zhiwen hurriedly took out a business card from his wallet, handed it to Jing Gao with both hands, and said sincerely: "Mr. Jing, let's leave our contact information. I'll treat you to a drink if it's convenient for you that day."
Jing Gao was not interested in socializing and drinking, so he waved his hand, took his business card, and scanned the following information: An Zhiwen, general manager of Anzhao Textile Co., Ltd. Telephone: 134xx.
Immediately he became interested, "Mr. An is engaged in the textile industry?"
An Zhiwen was slightly surprised and replied: "Yes."
Jing Gao wanted to laugh. What a coincidence! He just wanted to know about the situation in the textile industry. "I recently wanted to invest in the textile industry, but I couldn't find a way. I happened to meet Mr. An. Let's talk here?"
An Zhiwen naturally had no objection to Jing Gao's proposal, and first arranged for Aunt Chunlan to go back to rest while he stayed here to guard her.
Jing Gao endured his fatigue and asked Xiao He and Xiao Qi to buy some breakfast. He and An Zhiwen chatted quietly in the corridor outside the VIP ward.
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According to An Zhiwen's introduction, Jing Gao somewhat understands the current situation of the textile industry.
First of all, the textile industry is a labor-intensive industry and a highly polluting industry. Such as the printing and dyeing industry and the chemical fiber industry.
In fact, this is not liked by big cities and economically developed areas because it pollutes the environment. They are all moving to smaller cities.
Secondly, the domestic textile industry is the largest in the world. Therefore, in foreign trade, we will face anti-dumping investigations. Anyone doing foreign trade should pay attention to these.
But at the same time, the technology of the domestic textile industry lags behind its international counterparts. This also restricts the development of the industry.
Thirdly, the leading enterprise in the domestic textile industry is Shenzhou International, which is listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. The market value is as high as 28.254 billion yuan.
Operating income in 2015 was 11.1315 billion. Profit 2.0659 billion. The company's assets are 15.943 billion. Net profit margin is 18.6%.
The annual growth rate of operating income is 10.8%, and the profit growth rate is 14.6%.
Shenzhou International's main business is knitted clothing, including sportswear, casual wear, underwear, pajamas, etc. It cooperates with sports brands such as Nike, Adidas, and Puma. Many well-known clothing brands complete production and manufacturing in China and then return to foreign countries for OEM.
From the development of Shenzhou International, it is enough to see that although the textile industry is classified as a sunset industry, it is still an industry with great potential. The scale and revenue of leading companies are still growing.
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Jing Gao only heard what Professor Zhao said yesterday, while An Zhiwen had heard Professor Zhao say it long ago. His company mainly deals in knitted textile products, and its benchmark is Shenzhou International. But current annual sales are only 5 million.
Jing Gao roughly describes Professor Zhao's expectations for his son-in-law, who started in the textile industry and has a high social status. But it seems that An Zhiwen is off to a hellish start. After ten years in the textile industry, the company is still a small factory.
"Hi!" An Zhiwen hesitated, then finally smiled and did not tell his "story".
At this time, a fashionable girl with long flowing hair walked quickly outside the corridor. She was wearing sunglasses, an orange flowing dress, and her black high heels clicked on the floor.
An Zhiwen stopped talking with Jing Gao and stood up with a smile, "Shiyan..."
The fashionable, beautiful and well-maintained girl walked straight into the ward without even looking at An Zhiwen.
An Zhiwen smiled awkwardly and said to Jing Gao, "She is Professor Zhao's daughter, Zhao Shiyan."
This is very interesting to say.
An Zhiwen's embarrassment did not end. In ten minutes, Liao Rong, an intellectual and beautiful woman whom Jing Gao once had a relationship with, had her hair tied up and wore an elegant white sleeveless midi skirt with ruffled lapels, showing off her graceful figure curves, with her front and back curved.
He arrived accompanied by a middle-aged man with half-white hair and handsome appearance. This man was obviously a follower, helping her carry her bag, half a step behind.
An Zhiwen stood up again and said with a smile: "Aunt Liao..."
Liao Rong glanced at An Zhiwen, as if she had just seen him, "Zhiwen, you are here." She nodded and walked into the ward.
An Zhiwen awkwardly introduced Jing Gao again: "My father-in-law's successor six years ago. A strong woman. She is in charge of the Zhao Group. She is one year younger than Shi Yan and is thirty-four years old this year."
Jing Gao said politely, "Yeah." Suddenly he understood why An Zhiwen's business couldn't succeed.
It’s just that Professor Zhao’s family is in trouble!
It was easy for him to hear Yuan Hua's BMG in "Charlotte Troubles": True love is like a vast prairie...a cold plum blossom...
