"My grandfather's health is indeed not as good as before. He started to use a wheelchair half a year ago. I'm afraid... time is running out..."
Zhang Youzhi secretly raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xiaoan, wanting to see if there was any change in the expression on the other person's face.
No surprises.
Zhang Xiaoan looked as usual, without any mood swings.
"Shou Guang is already over one hundred and twenty years old. If he lives any longer, he will become a spirit. Let's not talk about him now."
Zhang Xiaoan changed the topic and asked: "Are all the younger generations of the Zhang family the same as Zhang Qingyang?"
"Qingyang's character is indeed the most impetuous among the children of our Zhang family, and his moral character is not very good... But don't worry, ancestor, our Zhang family still has some relatively stable descendants."
"only……"
Zhang Youzhi wanted to speak but stopped.
"You go on."
"It's just that judging from the current situation, their abilities are somewhat insufficient. In the future... they may not be able to shoulder the important task of leading the family..."
"Oh...is there anyone in the second generation who can carry the family?"
"Our Zhang family's second-generation Xianghuo is still good. Huairen and Huaiyi have no problem with their ability. After I abdicate, I will select the most suitable person to take over my class. Please rest assured, ancestor." …”
"The second generation is fine, but the youngest and most promising generation is wasted. In less than thirty years, our Zhang family will begin to decline."
Zhang Youzhi knelt on the ground and did not dare to speak.
Because of his mistakes in education, the juniors of the Zhang family were incompetent. Zhang Youzhi knew that he had an unshirkable responsibility.
Zhang Xiaoan stood up and walked to the tall French window to look outside.
High-rise buildings stand outside the window, and you can't see the end of the bustling city at a glance.
The Zhang family's hundreds of meters high building can stand in the center of the capital city of Hanking, which is enough to illustrate the Zhang family's status in the world.
After all, the location in the center of Hanking cannot be bought with money.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoan.
He seemed to have seen the decline of the Zhang family in his eyes.
Judging from the current status of the Zhang family, when the day comes when things go downhill, the wall will surely fall and the descendants of the Zhang family will be bullied to death.
Zhang Xiaoan withdrew his gaze and suddenly said: "It's my fault too. In the past ten years, I have only wanted to ascend and never asked about family affairs. I have a responsibility."
"Ancestor... you have blessed the Zhang family for hundreds of years. You have worked very hard..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about who is responsible. Let's solve the problem first, and we will hold accountable later." Zhang Xiaoan turned around and nodded: "Stop kneeling, get up."
Zhang Youzhi stood up, walked to the tea table, heated the hot water in the pot, and made Zhang Xiaoan a cup of tea.
"Ancestor, please drink tea."
Zhang Xiaoan walked to the tea table and sat on a chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip: "My ascension will be extended for at least seventy years. Next, I will focus on my family's affairs."
The reason why Zhang Xiaoan said seventy years.
It was because Fang Moxuan was already over ninety years old at that time. According to the life span of a normal person, it was almost time to die.
"Ancestor, you didn't want to ascend as soon as possible before, so why do you suddenly want to extend the time?"
Well……
How to say?
Say you have a crush and are ready to spend the rest of your life with him?
Forget it.
I can't open my mouth in front of the younger generation, and I can't afford to embarrass this person, as if I am still not serious at my age.
"If I ascend, what will I do when the younger generation takes over the family? You are my descendants after all, do you think I will feel relieved? Sigh..." Zhang Xiaoan looked distressed.
"I'm sorry, ancestor, for making you worry because of my incompetence..." Guilt was written on Zhang Youzhi's face.
"You're still a kid, I don't blame you."
Zhang Youzhi: "..."
I'm eighty years old and still feel the pain of my ancestors...it's great.
"In the next few years, we will cut off some of the family's irrelevant industries, narrow the industrial chain, and try to move closer to high-tech industries."
"Of course you can't take the initiative to cut off those irrelevant industries, otherwise the second generation who have the ability to take over the family will complain and get annoyed with you."
Zhang Youzhi was confused: "Ancestor, if I don't take the initiative to cut it off, what should I do?"
"You don't have to do too much. I will help support other companies to steal the family's business. Just don't be reluctant to give it to me."
"If you have ambitions, you dare not. Without you, there would be no Zhang family today, and there would be no descendants of the Zhang family like us. Everything in the Zhang family belongs to you!" Zhang Youzhi said in a sincere tone.
"As long as you say this, I will try my best to lead the Zhang family in the direction of a high-tech company. Even if the Zhang family cannot continue to be glorious, I will ensure that the descendants of our Zhang family can successfully retire."
"Ancestor, you've taken the trouble."
"Okay, stop being so polite." Zhang Xiaoan stood up and asked, "Where are Shouguang and others?"
"My grandfather is in our Zhang family's nursing home."
"Okay, then you stay here and I'll go see when he dies."
"Shall I ask the driver to drive you there?"
"No, the train is too slow. I'm in a hurry."
"Then... ancestor, please walk slowly." Zhang Youzhi bent down and bowed deeply to Zhang Xiaoan.
When he raised his head again, he found that the other party had disappeared into the office.
…
There is a manor on the hill on the outskirts of Hanking.
The Zhang family's nursing home is located here.
The Zhang family is so rich, so needless to say, the environment of the manor is no worse than a 5A-level scenic spot.
The sanatorium is equipped with the most advanced medical equipment in the world, and it also maintains a top medical team with top academics and high professionalism.
This medical team is not only responsible for the physical health of the Zhang family.
In his daily work, he is also responsible for developing some drugs to treat terminal diseases and anti-aging to extend life.
Because the research and development are all problems that require Zhang Xiaoan's intervention.
Therefore, this medical team spends at least one billion in R&D expenses every year!
It should be the most expensive department under the Zhangjia Group.
Because all the money spent is real money, but the return in exchange is almost zero.
Every time a drug is developed, it will definitely have some effect, but compared with the expected results, it is still far from the expected results.
In the three-story villa in the manor.
Zhang Shouguang was sitting in a wheelchair wearing white pajamas, looking at the warm sun outside the window with his cloudy eyes.
He is one hundred and twenty-three years old this year, his skin is wrinkled like old tree bark, and he is so skinny that he is just skin and bones.
outside the door.
The nurse called out, then walked into the room carrying an iron plate of medical supplies.
"It's time to draw blood, old man."
Zhang Shouguang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned his head, regained his consciousness, and asked clearly: "I've become such a bear, why do I still smoke?"
"At your age, it would be healthier to be thinner."
"Then I am too healthy." Zhang Shouguang looked down at his withered arms: "Look at my arms, they look like two firewood sticks."
"Firewood sticks are better than getting fat and having high blood pressure, what do you think, old man?"
"When you said that, I remembered that my second son, Youzhi, and his second uncle died because of high blood pressure."
Zhang Shouguang looked deeply and recalled the scene that day.
"My second child suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and fell headlong in front of me. How old was my second child at that time..."
Zhang Shouguang tried his best to recall, and then regretted:
"Now that I think about it, my second son was only eighty-nine when he died. His young age was wasted. Alas..."
He is over a hundred years old and still plays Versailles.
Ok, Ok.
The nurse was speechless for a while and then said: "More than eighty years old is already a long life, old lady, please don't feel sad."
"I'm not sad. A few years ago, I was a little bit sad that a white-haired person would give a black-haired person a gift. Now I just envy my second son, who left without pain..."
"It's not like me. Even at this age, I still have to sit here and suffer every day."
The nurse smiled and said nothing.
She picked up the tourniquet to help Zhang Shouguang's wrist, patted the back of his hand, and searched for blood vessels with some exhaustion.
Zhang Shouguang saw that she was struggling to find it and asked:
"Girl, how about you go to the bedside table and take out my reading glasses and put them on?"
