Zhao Yu and others started busy in their respective offices, while Yang Dongxu picked up another document and read it. This document contains statistics on his houses in Yanjing. He has not had a detailed understanding of how many houses he owns in Yanjing for a long time.
Yanjing has developed rapidly in recent years, and half of the houses Yang Dongxu bought are concentrated in some old urban areas, which are demolition and reconstruction areas.
Therefore, the number of properties under his name has been changing over the years, and some of them were compensated during demolition. He will basically not want a house with full compensation. Some were purchased using preferential policies during demolition.
In short, when an old house is demolished, he will have at least two or three more houses in his name. In this way, the houses under his name seem to be reproducing. Although he has not bought a large house for many years, there are more and more properties under his name.
"Chairman, this is your arrangement for this afternoon. The meeting just now was delayed for ten minutes, so one arrangement has been temporarily postponed. Now you are going to the Chengnan Seafood Market. The person in charge of the Yang Family Banquet has already set off. ....." As soon as I picked up the file, the assistant came in with the itinerary in his hand.
Going to the Chengnan Seafood Market was not because Yang Dongxu was preparing to start a seafood business, but because of an agreement he had made with Zheng Tianhe, a seafood boss he met at the Shanghai International Trade Fair.
He went abroad after the international trade conference, so the things agreed before were postponed again and again. After that, if he really couldn't come back, he could only signal the people at the Yang Family Banquet to contact Zheng Tianhe, and then reached a cooperation.
Yang Dongxu felt that Zheng Tianhe could be friends with him, and it would also be good for him to expand his contacts in other circles.
So this time Zheng Tianhe Seafood Company has received a new batch of high-end seafood. Yang Jiayan is planning to use this high-end seafood to create a signature dish. If the response is good, they are planning to add this deal to the previous cooperation.
It just so happened that he was also in Yanjing, and the Yang Family Banquet wanted to see the high-end but still poor quality. Zheng Tianhe also invited him to visit his seafood company, so he told his assistant to arrange the itinerary for today.
"Let the car be prepared below." Yang Dongxu closed the document and put it in his hand instead of putting it on the table, preparing to leave it in the car and read it when he went home at night.
As soon as he reached the door, Du Fei pushed the door open and walked in, almost missing him.
"Your phone number, a classmate named Zhang Jing, seems to have an emergency in the hospital right now." Du Fei didn't wait for Yang Dongxu to speak, and handed over the mobile phone that was still in the call state.
Yang Dongxu now has three external phones. One is placed in the company, which is held by his assistant or secretary when he starts working. This is an open phone.
Du Fei brought another phone number with him. This was the number Yang Dongxu used before. Although it was a private number, many people knew it because he had been using it. So I left it to Du Fei to hold. If it wasn't someone important, just block it. He wouldn't answer the phone.
The last call was the cell phone he had on him, a number he had only used for a short time. This is a completely private phone number. Basically, people like Lai Tianqing, Bai Qian, and their own family members use this number to contact them.
"Zhang Jing?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment, and then the name slowly appeared in his mind with a woman full of bookish temperament.
He reached out and took the phone: "Hey, hello, old classmate, long time no see. Why did you remember to call me?"
Zhang Jing was none other than his classmate in college, but he couldn't exactly be considered a classmate, to be precise, he was an alumnus. Because there were very few girls in that weird major that Yang Dongxu chose when he was in college.
Therefore, he and Zhang Jing were not in the same class, but because the two became friends after getting together in the dormitory, and the relationship between the two became closer when they later established the teaching support office, so it was okay to call them old classmates.
"Dongxu, can you help me? Save my dad..." Zhang Jing's voice came from the phone, full of helpless crying.
"What happened? Which hospital are you in? I'll go there now." Yang Dongxu hurriedly walked out.
"My dad...my dad...oh..." Zhang Jing's voice became more and more choked, and it seemed like a nurse was telling her not to be too emotional. The body is shaking and there are some noisy sounds.
"Don't cry, don't cry. First, which hospital are you in?" Yang Dongxu's pace kept accelerating, and the assistant behind him had to jog to keep up.
"Second... this side of the Second People's Hospital..."
"Wait for me, don't hang up..." Before Yang Dongxu finished speaking, the phone heard a burst of noise, and then a blind tone appeared. When I called back, I couldn't get through. When I got to the elevator, I kept pressing the button anxiously and frowning.
He handed the phone to Du Fei, took out his own phone in his pocket and dialed Qian Liang's number.
"Hey, Mr. Yang..."
"Qian Liang, do you know anyone at the People's Hospital? A friend of mine got into trouble there and the phone can't be reached now. Help me find someone to find out what's going on. We're rushing over there." No wait. After Qian Liang finished speaking, Yang Dongxu asked.
"People's Hospital, that People's Hospital?" Qian Liang was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, yes... the Second People's Hospital." Hearing the last noisy sound on the mobile phone, Zhang Jing's call suddenly became unreachable, and he was a little confused.
"I don't know anyone at the Second People's Hospital. I know people at the Military Hospital. But don't worry, Lan Lan seems to have connections there. I'll call her for you."
"Please hurry up. My name is Zhang Jing. My former classmate is not from Yanjing. After asking, let my friend Lan Lan go over to see what happened. It will take me more than half an hour to get there." Yang Dongxu said hurriedly.
"I'm asking now, please calm down. Since I'm in the hospital, everything will be fine." Qian Liang comforted him, stopped talking nonsense and quickly hung up the phone to contact Lan Lan.
A few minutes later, as soon as he got off the elevator and arrived at the door of the company, Lan Lan called, and Du Fei handed the phone to him.
"My dad has a friend who is the director of the Second People's Hospital. I have already called him to ask for help. He is already looking for patient information, and there will be news soon." Lan Lan said on the phone.
"Thank you. Please notify me in time if there is any news." Yang Dongxu thanked him and took deep breaths to calm himself down.
Just like Qian Liang said, since the person is in the hospital, nothing serious should happen.
After getting in the car, he kept urging the driver to hurry up. About ten minutes later, Lan Lan called.
As soon as the call was connected, Lan Lan said directly: "Your friend has been found. She is in ward 803 of the hospital. She was hospitalized because of a car accident. Just now, the family members of the perpetrator rushed into her ward. There was a dispute for some unknown reason. Her phone was broken. Now Uncle Li said that the hospital security is already over there, and he is heading there too, so don’t worry."
"Are you okay?" When he heard that Zhang Jing was in a car accident and that the perpetrator's family members rushed into the ward, Yang Dongxu frowned and his face became a little gloomy.
"It's okay, it's okay. The security has separated the people in the ward. The doctor checked your friend. It's just that the wound was involved in the conflict, but it's not serious. Uncle Li has asked them to protect the patient's safety and everything will be fine. ." Lan Lan said.
"That's good, thank you. I'll treat you to dinner when you're free." Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was okay.
"You're welcome, it's just a small matter. I'll hang up the phone first. I've already said hello to Uncle Li. If you need anything in the hospital, just contact him directly."
"I understand, thank you."
After hanging up Lan Lan, Yang Dongxu asked the driver, "Can you hurry up?"
"Already the happiest boss, there are a lot of cars on this road. We almost ran into each other when we ran the red light." The driver said helplessly.
"Try to be safe as much as possible. We can't put other people in danger if we are anxious." Yang Dongxu reassured, and then couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart and looked at the car in front of him in the gap of the back seat.
Arriving at the hospital in more than 20 minutes, Yang Dongxu quickly ran into the hospital and asked at the front desk where Ward 803 was. Seeing the slow elevator, he climbed directly from the stairs to the eighth floor.
When he got to the 8th floor, he saw a lot of people gathered outside a ward, so he ran over. As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the noise inside through the crowd.
"I'm telling you, if you don't sign this today, you won't be in the hospital anymore. Get out of here."
Yang Dongxu quickly pushed through the people blocking the door of the ward and squeezed in.
"Who are you? Why are you squeezing?" The person who was pulled away was very dissatisfied and stretched out his hand to grab, but was pulled aside by Du Fei and the driver who followed behind.
There was a nurse in white clothes standing in the room, and there were a few security guards standing in front of them, vaguely blocking the bed behind them.
On the other side, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup pointed at Zhang Jing on the hospital bed and shouted. Next to him stood several men who looked like they were not good people, confronting the hospital security guards.
"What a shame, what a shame, this is a hospital, what qualifications do you have to drive the patients out of the hospital, why don't you get out?" A doctor with gray hair and a thin body was shaking with anger.
"Who the hell are you, an old guy? How dare you talk to me like this? Believe it or not, I will ask the hospital to expel you right away?" The shouting woman not only did not restrain herself, but even more aggressively pointed at the speaking doctor's nose and sprayed saliva.
"What are you talking about? This is our dean. Get out of the ward quickly. Are there other security guards? Are they all dead? Why haven't you come here yet?" A slightly pudgy doctor stepped forward and pulled the dean behind him. .
But facing the several strong men standing next to the woman who were obviously not good people, I couldn't help feeling a little afraid. He signaled the security guard in the ward to continue calling people.
"Director? Is the director amazing?" When she heard that the person she was pointing at and scolding turned out to be the director of the hospital, the woman's arrogance paused. It was obvious that her IQ was still online.
