While Li Xiaoya and Qin Sui were enjoying "global cuisine" in the cafeteria, Wei Wenjun, led by Mr. Zhou, went to meet his college classmates.
Mr. Zhou, a college classmate, was very ambitious when he first graduated, otherwise he would not have invested money to start a company with him. But unfortunately there were changes in the family, and his father who was seriously ill was sent away first, and then his mother who was seriously ill.
After suffering such a blow, although the shares were not sold out, people became less ambitious and did not like to get involved in the company's affairs. Of course, even if he gets involved, it won't be of much use.
Mr. Liu relies on his seniority in the industry, and although his methods of making money are not very obvious, he can indeed make money. In such a 2-on-2 situation, Mr. Zhou is still restricted in every way.
"This gentleman wants to buy some shares from you." Mr. Zhou introduced Wei Wenjun to his old classmate.
He could only introduce him here, after all, Mr. Zhou didn't even know who this person was.
Wei Wenjun originally didn't want to meet strangers, mainly because he didn't want others to show surprise and inquiring eyes when they saw his legs.
But now when I look at the man opposite me, he looks depressed, self-defeating, and seems to be looking down on the world... which is quite similar to him.
Wei Wenjun was immediately desensitized.
"My surname is Wei." He said proactively.
The man opposite shook his head slowly and said: "Zhou Qiang, you know I don't spend much. I have hardly touched the dividends I have received in the past few years. I am not so short of money now. Besides, I am now I also understand that if you can’t keep some things, you can’t keep them even with money.”
Mr. Zhou said: "What if I need your help?"
The man looked hesitant.
At this time, Wei Wenjun looked around the room and asked, "Are you married?"
The man nodded.
Wei Wenjun asked slowly: "Is your daughter sick? Or..."
The man looked offended: "Sorry, please leave."
Mr. Zhou was a little stunned: "Is this true? Tell me, Liyuan!"
The man remained silent.
Wei Wenjun thought of himself and others, and suddenly thought of the reason why the man had such an abnormal attitude.
Wei Wenjun's tone became even lower: "Your parents passed away in middle age, and your daughter got sick again. Is it some kind of rare disease? This makes people around you feel that your family has suffered retribution..."
The man suddenly changed his face: "Shut up! Get out of here! Zhou Qiang, for your sake, I just..."
Wei Wenjun interrupted him with a strong tone: "I'm not ridiculing you, why are you anxious? Others say the same about our family."
The man's arrogance suddenly fell into silence as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him.
He stared at Wei Wenjun and looked at his legs.
It was rare for Wei Wenjun not to feel offended.
At this time, it seemed like just two "patients" were communicating silently.
The man asked, "How did you know my daughter was sick?"
Mr. Zhou is also very curious about this question.
Wei Wenjun looked particularly calm now, and he had the temperament of an heir to a ghost family.
"Pictures on the wall," he said.
Mr. Zhou took advantage of the situation and swept away.
His old classmate was a man who valued family very much, otherwise the death of his parents would not have hit him so hard. He hung a lot of photos with his parents on the wall, and then there were photos with his wife, and then there were a family of three in the photos.
The baby in the photo grew up little by little, turned into a toddler, and then turned into a one-year-old girl wearing a skirt and clinging to her mother's feet, playing with pigtails... In the last photo, the man's eyes are still shining. of.
Apparently starting a family and having a daughter helped him get over the pain of losing his parents a little bit.
Compare it to what the man looks like now.
That's a huge difference.
"Well, why didn't Mr. Wei guess that his wife was sick? I have no other intention, I'm just curious." Mr. Zhou raised his hands and said.
Then he was glared at by his college classmates, but the man didn't get angry anymore.
Wei Wenjun said: "The daughter should be at home and taken care of by him. Even...if you come here today, you shouldn't find anyone else. He has to take care of his wife."
"Ah, yes! Yes! That's right!" Mr. Zhou slapped his forehead and then looked at his classmates, "So what's going on? You didn't even tell our old classmates!"
"I just don't want to be talked about..." the man said helplessly, "It's beta-thalassemia. It developed in infancy. I didn't know what happened at first, but later I relied on blood transfusions to survive. It's said to be a disease of wealth, and we also have money to do blood transfusions. But Recently she started experiencing iron overload and organ damage, and I wanted to transplant my bone marrow to her."
"So I can't sell the equity. If I die unexpectedly during the operation, or if I have adverse reactions after the operation, the equity is the capital they will rely on for their future survival. What is the use of the money sold for it? If someone is watching Go ahead and eat it all in one go, that would be a dead end for them!" the man said.
Mr. Zhou exclaimed: "Brother, do you really believe that our company will not fail?"
"You are ambitious and can always achieve results."
Wei Wenjun interrupted at this time: "Have you considered going to Australia for treatment?"
"Australia?"
"I remember that their ZynteglO gene therapy was almost successful two years ago. I don't pay much attention to this. You can search it yourself, or I can call you and ask."
The man lowered his head and pondered.
"Why are you hesitating? Just take your wife and daughter there."
"Our family was only moderately prosperous at first. When I graduated, I invested in the right industry with Zhou Qiang, and that's how we saved up the family fortune we have today. The cost of traveling to Australia is very simple for me, but long-term stay and treatment require more than just The main problem with various expenses is that I don’t know anyone in the local area. Even if I am cheated, I have nowhere to redress. I can withstand the torment, but my daughter can’t..."
Wei Wenjun has never been so determined and passionate. He waved his hand generously: "What are you afraid of? I can arrange all these for you. I can't do it at home, but abroad..."
Wei Wenjun's eyebrows, which had been dormant for several years, became a little more sparkling: "That's my territory."
Mr. Zhou was stunned.
So... who is he? How could he say such big words!
The equity transfer was finally finalized.
The man is willing to keep only 1% of the shares and transfer the rest to Wei Wenjun.
Although they only met once at home, Wei Wenjun felt the long-lost sense of accomplishment of "successful negotiation".
The haze caused by the inconvenience of legs and feet can no longer block the sharp light.
He almost couldn't wait to call Li Xiaoya.
"Uncle, half of it is done here!"
"Uncle is so awesome." Li Xiaoya praised softly on the other end of the phone.
It was obviously just a compliment from a child, but it was better than anything in the world.
Wei Wenjun thought to himself, screw him! Why should we cling to our father’s praise and look at us differently in the future?
Isn’t it enough for the little duck to praise me as a good uncle?
Mr. Zhou said from the side: "It should be almost done here."
After speaking, Mr. Zhou turned around and called Mr. Liu, urging him: "Has Mr. Liu read the notice? If Mr. Liu has no intention to purchase, please tell me as soon as possible."
Mr. Liu frowned tightly on that end.
So urgent?
There must be something fishy here!
Mr. Liu did not reveal anything in his tone, but said with a smile: "Oh, why do you suddenly want to sell shares? I have always been hands-off with your approach, but for the benefit of the company... Who are you going to sell to? If it's convenient, Come to the company for an appointment."
Mr. Zhou hesitated and said, "Okay."
I hope you don't fall off your chair when you see this.
in school.
Li Xiaoya put away his phone and thought, well, children will be rewarded for good behavior. What should the uncle reward?
