As the saying goes, what you think about during the day is what you dream about at night. Even in his sleep, Jing Gao was still thinking about "intervening in the textile industry".
Dong Meifu helped find that several companies in the textile industry were short of money, but they were certainly unwilling to transfer control of the factories. Without control of the manufacturing factories, employment could not be affected. This meant nothing to him at all.
So, where is the breakthrough?
Suddenly, Jing Gao was awakened by the sound of the doorbell while he was sleeping. Naturally, his cell phone was on silent mode when he was sleeping. However, it was only late April, so he was sleeping with the door and windows open, and was awakened by the doorbell in the living room.
"Who is it?" Jing Gao habitually picked up his phone and looked at it. At 4:21 in the morning, he went to open the door in his nightgown.
Aunt Chunlan, Professor Zhao's nanny next door, was at the door and said anxiously: "Mr. Jing, Professor Zhao is having a heart attack, can you do me a favor?"
Jing Gao was stunned, wasn't he? But considering Professor Zhao's age, sudden illness is normal. He said calmly: "Aunt Chunlan, don't panic. Do you usually have medicine? Have you called 120?"
"Yes, yes. I've been beaten. 120 told me not to touch Professor Zhao. When they come, find someone to carry him downstairs on a stretcher."
Jing Gao understood and said, "No problem. I'll call someone over to help."
Nanny Chunlan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Gao called Xiao He and asked her and the waiting male staff to come over quickly. He went back to the room, changed clothes and picked up his wallet. After the 120 ambulance arrived, he took a stretcher and carried Professor Zhao downstairs with the staff.
The ambulance did not enter the community. He then carried it to the ambulance parked at the entrance of the community and followed it to the nearby No. 3 Hospital, two kilometers away.
Professor Zhao went to the emergency room and was then arranged to go to the VIP ward.
Xiao He was busy running around and going through hospitalization procedures. After more than forty minutes, he panted over with various invoices and reported: "Mr. Jing, everything has been arranged."
"Xiao He, you have worked hard tonight. Your salary has been raised by one level." Jing Gao was taking care of Professor Zhao in the VIP ward of the inpatient building. Running errands to buy food and water was left to the male staff member Xiao Qi.
Xiao He and Xiao Qi immediately cheered up. That's what it's good to serve next to the boss. They said in unison: "It's not hard work."
Aunt Chunlan was tired and tired. She sat in a chair outside the ward and called Professor Zhao's wife. She couldn't get through and had to send a text message to inform her. She then called Professor Zhao's daughter and son-in-law respectively. Only his son-in-law's phone number was available.
get through.
"Aunt Chunlan, please rest here. I am here." Jing Gao comforted her, shaking his head in his mind. I guess Professor Zhao is also a romantic figure. But this family seems to be in a mess.
It’s understandable that his beloved wife doesn’t live with his daughter and son-in-law. But his daughter and son-in-law also don’t live together?
I go.
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In a villa in Changbei District, the curtains in the master bedroom on the second floor were tightly drawn. Just after six o'clock in the morning, the cell phone rang suddenly and quickly.
Jing Gao had an acquaintance. Professor Zhao's beautiful wife, Liao Rong, an intellectual beauty with graceful figure, elegant and quiet temperament, lived here.
The ringtone of the cell phone was a bit noisy. The middle-aged man said, "Would you like to answer it? It seems to be a call from Chunlan, the nanny at the boss's house."
Liao Rong squinted her eyes comfortably, turned around and said, "Ignore her."
More than ten minutes later, Liao Rong was wrapped in sheets, picked up her phone and saw the text message. She couldn't help but smile, and said: "The old man had a heart attack and went to the hospital. I'm going to get some beauty sleep. You go and get ready until I wake up."
Drive me to the Third City Hospital."
"Okay, ma'am."
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In the early morning, Professor Zhao's son-in-law An Zhiwen, who lives in a 20-year-old community in Tongcheng District outside the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing, received a call and drove to the Third Municipal Hospital in the north of the city. He arrived at around 7:30 in the morning.
After An Zhiwen arrived at the hospital, he said hello to the nanny Chunlan, and after visiting the sleeping Professor Zhao in the VIP ward for two people, he came out and held Jing Gao's hand gratefully, "Mr. Jing, thank you so much. Thank you!
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The thirty-six-year-old man's eyes were red. It was obvious that he and his father-in-law had a very deep relationship.
Nanny Chunlan followed: "Xiao An, you have to thank Mr. Jing for your kindness. Otherwise, otherwise... you have to thank me properly." As she said that, she turned around and shed tears.
Jing Gao looked tired and started to struggle around four o'clock in the morning. When he saw Professor Zhao's relatives arriving, he prepared to evacuate, "You're welcome, we are all neighbors."
An Zhiwen hurriedly took out a business card from his wallet, handed it to Jing Gao with both hands, and said sincerely: "Mr. Jing, let's leave our contact information. I'll treat you to a drink later if it's convenient for you that day."
Jing Gao was not interested in socializing and drinking, so he waved his hand, took his business card, and scanned the following information: An Zhiwen, general manager of Anzhao Textile Co., Ltd. Tel: 134xx.
Immediately I became interested, "Mr. An is engaged in the textile industry?"
An Zhiwen was slightly surprised and replied: "Yes."
Jing Gao wanted to laugh. What a coincidence! He happened to want to know the situation of the textile industry. "I recently wanted to invest in the textile industry, but I couldn't find a way. I happened to meet Mr. An. Let's talk here?"
An Zhiwen naturally had no objection to Jing Gao's proposal, and first arranged for Aunt Chunlan to go back to rest while he stayed here to guard her.
Jing Gao endured his fatigue and called Xiao He and Xiao Qi to buy some breakfast. He and An Zhiwen chatted quietly in the corridor outside the VIP ward.
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According to An Zhiwen's introduction, Jing Gao somewhat understands the current situation of the textile industry.
First of all, the textile industry is a labor-intensive industry and a highly polluting industry, such as the printing and dyeing industry and the chemical fiber industry.
In fact, this is not liked by big cities and economically developed areas because it pollutes the environment. They are all moving to smaller cities.
Secondly, the domestic textile industry is the largest in the world. Therefore, in foreign trade, it will face anti-dumping investigations. Those engaged in foreign trade should pay attention to these.
But at the same time, the technology of the domestic textile industry lags behind its international counterparts. This also restricts the development of the industry.
Thirdly, the leading company in the domestic textile industry is Shenzhou International, which is listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange. Its market value is as high as 28.254 billion yuan.
In 2015, operating income was 11.1315 billion, profit was 2.0659 billion, company assets were 15.943 billion, and net profit margin was 18.6%.
The annual growth rate of operating income is 10.8%, and the profit growth rate is 14.6%.
Shenzhou International's main business is knitted clothing, including sportswear, casual wear, underwear, pajamas, etc. It cooperates with sports brands such as Nike, Adidas, and Puma. Many well-known clothing brands are manufactured domestically.
Then return to overseas OEM.
From the development of Shenzhou International, it is enough to see that although the textile industry is classified as a sunset industry, it is still an industry with great potential. The scale and income of leading enterprises are still growing.
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Jing Gao only heard what Professor Zhao said yesterday, while An Zhiwen had heard Professor Zhao say it a long time ago. His company mainly deals in knitted textile products, and its benchmark is Shenzhou International. But its current annual sales are only 5 million.
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Jing Gao roughly described Professor Zhao's expectations for his son-in-law. He started in the textile industry and had a high social status. But it seemed that An Zhiwen had a hell of a start. After ten years in the textile industry, the company was still a small factory.
"Hi!" An Zhiwen hesitated to speak, but finally smiled and did not tell his "story".
At this time, a fashionable girl with long flowing hair walked quickly outside the corridor. She was wearing sunglasses, an orange flowing dress, and her black high heels clicked on the floor.
An Zhiwen stopped talking with Jing Gao and stood up with a smile, "Shiyan..."
The fashionable, beautiful and well-maintained girl walked straight into the ward without even looking at An Zhiwen.
An Zhiwen smiled awkwardly and said to Jing Gao: "She is Professor Zhao's daughter, Zhao Shiyan."
This is very interesting to say.
An Zhiwen's embarrassment did not end. In ten minutes, Liao Rong, an intellectual beauty whom Jing Gao once had a relationship with, had her hair tied up and wore an elegant ruffled lapel white sleeveless midi skirt, showing off her graceful figure.
, lordosis and posterior curvature.
She arrived accompanied by a middle-aged man with half-white hair and handsome appearance. This man was obviously a follower. He helped her carry her bag and was half a step behind.
An Zhiwen stood up again and said with a smile: "Aunt Liao..."
Liao Rong glanced at An Zhiwen, as if she had just seen him, "Zhiwen, you are here." She nodded and walked into the ward.
An Zhiwen awkwardly introduced Jing Gao again: "My father-in-law's successor six years ago. A strong woman. She is in charge of the Zhao Group. She is one year younger than Shi Yan, and she is thirty-four years old this year."
Jing Gao said politely: "Yeah." Suddenly he understood why An Zhiwen's business couldn't succeed.
It’s just that Professor Zhao’s family is in trouble!
It was easy for him to hear Yuan Hua's BMG in "Charlotte Troubles": True love is like a vast prairie...a cold plum blossom...
