At almost every shareholder meeting, Zhang Quanfu would see heated discussions between Zhang Yingfang and Zhang Yingfei, siblings with conflicting opinions.
At first, he was not used to it. He felt that this kind of argument would greatly affect the harmonious relationship in the family, so he always scolded the two of them. But as he grew older and Zhang Yingfang grew up rapidly, he gradually discovered that such discussions sometimes achieved unexpected results: Zhang Yingfang occasionally listened to his brother's opinions. This gradually made him realize that this kind of debate might not necessarily be a bad thing, and it might improve the management situation between the two. So the interference gradually became less and less.
In the end, as long as both parties (mainly Zhang Yingfei) did not engage in personal verbal attacks, Zhang Quanfu would not hinder their discussion, no matter how fierce the argument was, as long as there was a bottom line. He even began to believe that only this kind of debate could fully stimulate the enthusiasm of every shareholder to participate in the company's management. Otherwise, it would just be a harmonious atmosphere with no different opinions. Every shareholder would be a zombie shareholder like Zhang Yinghua. Wouldn't the company become worse and worse?
But today's scene was a bit abnormal. Zhang Yingfang actually vomited twice in an hour. Could it be that the debate was too heated?
Zhang Quanfu stood up in a hurry, walked towards Zhang Yingfang and shouted to Xiao Wu: "Hurry and prepare the medical kit." Xiao Wu immediately heard the sound and ran out.
Zhang Quanfu walked to her side in two steps, squatted on the ground, gently held Zhang Yingfang's hand, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital first?"
Zhang Yingfang's stomach was turbulent at this time. She wanted to speak, but her mouth was sour and bitter. She was worried that she would vomit again when she opened her mouth. She shook her head and told her father with her eyes that she did not want to go to the hospital.
"Then why don't you go lie down in the lounge for a while and come back when you feel better?" Zhang Quanfu suggested.
Zhang Yingfang thought for a while and nodded. With the support of her assistant, Zhang Yingfang left the stage for the second time.
Seeing his father's concern for his sister, Zhang Yingfei felt very uncomfortable: We were all born to the same mother, so how come the treatment was so different? She just had good luck and caught up with the good times. If she had been older, she would not have dared to go to Japan alone. But it's useless to regret now. It's better to deal with the matter in front of you first.
After Zhang Yingfang left the meeting, there was silence in the conference room.
"What was that you were holding in your hand just now, Fourth?" Zhang Yinghua broke the deadlock.
Zhang Yingfei put the paper in front of Zhang Quanfu first: "Dad, take a look first."
Zhang Quanfu put on his reading glasses and took the paper, only to find that it was written in a bunch of foreign languages that he didn't recognize.
Although he didn't understand foreign languages, Zhang Quanfu knew the layout on the paper was a hospital diagnosis report. He subconsciously glanced at the top text and saw the pinyin of a familiar name on the first line: zhang ygfang.
"What's going on?" Zhang Quanfu put the diagnosis report on the table, and Zhang Yinghua, who had already come over, picked up the paper again.
"This is the result of my sister's physical examination at the hospital." Facing Zhang Quanfu, Zhang Yingfei cunningly changed her title and began to call Zhang Yingfang "my sister." He knew that he could be neither too old nor too young when talking to Zhang Yingfang, but when talking to Zhang Quanfu, it was best to pay attention to propriety. For people of the older generation like Zhang Quanfu, family values are still very traditional in their bones, and they attach great importance to elders and younger ones. Honor and inferiority.
Zhang Quanfu frowned: "Physical examination? What does it say?"
Just as Zhang Yingfei was about to speak, Zhang Yinghua on the side suddenly stopped him: "We'll talk later." Then he turned to Xiao Wu and shouted: "Adjourn the meeting temporarily. Take everyone out for a while."
"Don't be nervous." Zhang Yingfei denied, "It's not a big deal."
"Hurry up!" Zhang Quanfu was worried that the test results were related to Zhang Yingfang's two vomitings, so he couldn't wait to ask, "Don't be too pretentious. Is it because of her vomiting?"
"Actually, it's not entirely a disease." Zhang Yingfei snatched the diagnosis report from Zhang Yinghua's hand, "To be precise, my sister now has menopausal syndrome."
"Menopause?" Everyone present was stunned.
Zhang Quanfu interrupted unhappily: "Nonsense! Your sister is only in her early forties, how did she get menopause? Your mother is already in her fifties before she has menopause."
"I didn't say she was menopausal. Hey, did you see it?" Zhang Yingfei handed the diagnosis report to Zhang Quanfu. "The physical examination indicators are all written in black and white: decreased estradiol and progesterone levels, endocrine imbalance, and heart palpitations. High frequency, decreased estrogen levels, follicle-stimulating hormone…”
"Stop talking!" Zhang Quanfu yelled and reprimanded, "What does it look like to read this in public?"
Seeing Zhang Quanfu getting angry, Zhang Yinghua immediately waved his hand towards Xiao Wu, who was standing in the other corner of the room. Xiao Wu nodded knowingly and quickly opened the door of the conference room. Everyone left the room except the Zhang family.
"Dad, don't get angry at me. Didn't you ask my sister why she was vomiting? Didn't I tell you the answer?" Zhang Yingfei looked aggrieved.
"This diagnosis..." Zhang Quanfu pointed at the diagnosis report and asked sharply, "Where did you get it?"
"Where else can you get something like this?" Zhang Yingfei said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I can't fake this. Do you see? This is the seal of the clinic and the signature of the doctor."
Zhang Yinghua held the medical certificate, looked at it carefully, and suddenly asked suspiciously: "Why is your medical certificate so light?"
"Because I copied it." Zhang Yingfei admitted without any concealment, "The original is in the hands of my sister."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Quanfu and Zhang Yinghua were both stunned.
"I saw this in my sister's office. I copied it immediately, otherwise none of us would have known about it."
"But what does this have to do with her vomiting?" Zhang Quanfu asked suspiciously, "Your mother has a bad temper during menopause, but she never vomits."
"You think about it, my sister has been traveling to Japan or Germany for so many years, and her diet has been messed up for a long time. This menopausal period must be different from that of Chinese people." Zhang Yingfei analyzed, "And the diagnosis says that her current symptoms are besides vomiting. In addition, there are emotional instability, long-term irregular heartbeat, irritability, agitation, difficulty concentrating, memory loss, etc.”
"Has it been cured as mentioned above?" Zhang Quanfu asked worriedly.
"The doctor said that her (disease) requires rest, and the patient should not be exposed to an emotional environment all the time. She should keep her mood happy and reduce her anxiety."
Zhang Quanfu's good mood at the beginning of the meeting disappeared now.
He knew very well what menopausal syndrome was, but he never thought that his daughter would have this disease at such a young age. This is something only the elderly can get. Now is a critical period for the company's development. If Zhang Yingfang collapses, what will the company do? Should I continue to run on my own?
"Actually, there is another problem that is more difficult than my sister's disease." Zhang Yingfei put down the diagnosis report and looked at Zhang Quanfu seriously and said.
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