Chapter 336

Fu xishen pushed open the door of the conference room, and the people inside were quiet in an instant.

Assistant Wei took the lead in saying, "Mr. Fu is here. If you have any questions, you can ask them in an orderly way. Don't make a noise."

Someone took the lead in saying: "I heard that President Fu often goes to the hospital recently. I don't know how President Fu is recently?"

Fu xishen said, "thank you for your concern. I'm in good health now."

"Why did Mr. Fu go to the hospital?" The man was dying for words.

"Sorry, this is Mr. Fu's personal problem." Assistant Wei said.

"What is a personal problem? President Fu is closely related to the whole Jingtian group. His health is something we should all care about. Just ask what disease he has. Isn't it too personal?"

The man who said this was an old man with white hair. After he finished, he snorted softly.

Assistant Wei looked down and looked at Fu xishen. Then he looked up and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Fu doesn't sleep well at night. He went to see a doctor. Isn't this a personal problem?"

"If it's just like this, wouldn't it be good to say it directly? Why should you hide it like this?" Old Zhang said:

"If you have any problems with your body, you must not hide it from us. Sometimes you have to rest when you should rest. Don't waste it on your youth."

Zhang's words were mixed with guns and sticks, which made everyone look at each other, but no one refuted. They all agreed with Zhang's point of view.

Fu xishen made a faint mockery at the corners of his mouth: "I just don't sleep well. I just think it's unnecessary to say such a small thing to make everyone worried and afraid."

As soon as Fu xishen said this, the conference room seemed to be filled with war without gunsmoke. Everyone was silent and looked at them quietly#@$& amp;

"Yes, sometimes you have to rest when you should. After all, you can't refuse to be old when you are old." A crisp girl broke the silence in the meeting room.

"Who are you?" Everyone looked back at the old man.

"I am also a shareholder of this Jingtian group. My surname is Zhao."

Zhao Qiqing came in with Shi Ran's bag. When she passed by, she dragged a stool and put it next to Fu xishen. She sat down with a smile.

"Are you also a shareholder?" Zhang narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember you little girl, isn't the film the boy's ex-wife?"%& amp; (&

Shareholders who had never been to the company were in an uproar.

"Yes, but what does it have to do with being a shareholder? The stock I hold in my hand is enough for me to sit here." Zhao Qiqing said.

Fu xishen glanced at the woman sitting beside him, raised his head and motioned to assistant Wei: "go on."

"Mr. Fu, you said you just didn't sleep well. Can we have a look at your diagnostic records?"

"After all, we really came here today for your physical condition. If you can take out the diagnostic records, we can feel at ease and the rumors can be broken." Another shareholder asked.

"I'm sorry, there are no diagnostic records. There are only prescriptions written by doctors." Assistant Wei put out the prescription list.

"This... How can we believe that there is no diagnostic record!"

"It's just a small problem of insomnia. What's the diagnosis? Can't you see the two words typed by the doctor?" Zhao Qiqing asked.

"It's funny. Mr. Fu works day and night. You don't ask for care when you work overtime from morning to night. It's just insomnia. You have to run to the hospital. You get together now."

"That's different. President Fu is busy every day. Everyone really sees it, but this time, President Fu's body will affect the profits of the whole Jingtian group!" Someone patted the table.

"What profit has been affected? As far as I know, Jingtian group is making a net profit even if it loses another 30%."

Zhao Qiqing said faintly, "in this case of only earning but not losing, are you still in the midst of happiness?"

"They are also people at the top of Jingtian group. The dividends you get are negotiated by them one by one."

"They are not machines either. They are all tired. They just want a little rest. Don't you feel ashamed to get together and fight like this?"

Zhao Qiqing looked around and looked at each of them.

"No... we're just worried about President Fu's health. After all, Jingtian group is also the cardiovascular of vice president, isn't it?" One shareholder said humbly.

"Don't care when it's time to care. What kind of person are you here now? You know it's the painstaking efforts of President Fu. Even if there's anything, President Fu will never leave Jingtian group alone." Zhao Qiqing replied:

"After all, no one wants to see the future of their hard-earned children destroyed."

We dare not speak again.

"Is there anything else to ask?" Zhao Qiqing looks at the people around her.

The meeting room was quiet,

Zhao Qiqing looked at the man beside her: "Mr. Fu, I'll give you the rest of the time."

Fu xishen nodded: "yes."

Zhao Qiqing didn't listen to the next question. She got up and went out and went directly to Fu xishen's office.

After saying so many words at one breath, I was a little thirsty. I asked the assistant to bring a glass of water in. After two mouthfuls, I felt comfortable.

Within ten minutes of calling her out, Fu xishen also ended the shareholders' meeting.

"So fast?" Zhao Qiqing was surprised.

"There's nothing to say to them." Fu xishen said.

Assistant Wei followed and gave a thumbs up to Zhao Qiqing: "president Zhao is too powerful. I admire you!"

Zhao Qiqing smiled twice and said, "they just got together for ah Shen's physical problems. Such a abrupt decision, I think someone must be taking the rhythm. Ah Shen has to check it carefully. Assistant Wei may bother you again these two days."

Assistant Wei waved: "these are the things I should do, but I asked President Fu before. It seems that the vice president already knows who sent the words."

Zhao Qiqing glanced at Fu xishen, then looked at assistant Wei and asked thoughtfully, "who is it?"

Assistant Wei shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Aren't you going to the company today?" Fu xishen ignored her question.

"No." Zhao Qiqing sat lazily on his sofa:

"Today is Saturday. I don't want to spend all my time on work. I still have to enjoy my good years. Why do I have to die on my desk?"

"Are you talking to me?" Asked Fu xishen.

"No, I'm just reminding you that another half hour will be enough for two hours. You should have a rest." Zhao Qiqing said after taking a sip of tea.

"But Mr. Zhao and Mr. Fu haven't started yet. He just went to a meeting..." assistant Wei tried to remind him.