Ye Ziming opened his eyes wide. The two women said it very easily, but you must know that Anye Group is not a small company, but a huge group.
"It's not that I don't believe in our son," Ye Ziming tried to explain to An Ran,
"Honey, you may not know how big our company is. It is related to the lives of thousands of employees. It is not easy to manage."
Ye Ziming looked at Ye Weiran again, "Of course, it's not that dad doesn't believe you. I know you are very good, but no matter how good you are, you are still a child. Give me some time and arrange everything before I go to the hospital.
,Okay?"
An Ran waved her hands to show that she didn't want to hear it at all, "Stop making so many excuses. Why can't the company move after it leaves you? I know you just don't want to go to the hospital, but you have to treat your illness. If you don't listen to me again,
, I haven’t posted anything these days.”
An Ran said and took out her mobile phone, "I will make an appointment for you right now and you will be hospitalized tomorrow."
Now that the words have come to this, even if he has to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire, he can't really live this good life, so Ye Ziming has no choice but to shut up obediently and stop struggling.
My wife really knows him very well and thinks that he has been working hard in the shopping mall for twenty years. He has never experienced any big storms or overcome any difficulties, but he just doesn't like injections and medicine, and he is even more afraid of going to the hospital.
Growing up, he would never take medicine if he could handle it, never take injections when he could take medicine, and never choose surgery if he could take medicine and injections to control it. The bravest thing he did was to marry a doctor and go home.
It seems that this time it can't be postponed after all, so that's fine, the surgery will solve it once and for all, and you don't have to worry about working overtime and making old mistakes again.
"Okay, it's settled, you'll go to the hospital with me tomorrow morning." An Ran hung up the phone and turned around and said.
Qin Fei had just returned home from dinner with Jiang Chan when his cell phone rang.
"Hi, Mr. Ye." He put on his slippers and turned on the lights in the room.
"Xiao Qin, I'm going to stay in a hospital for a few days tomorrow. Ye Weiran will be at the company during this time. Please help him more. If you need anything, call me anytime."
At this time, Ye Ziming had returned to the company, sat at his desk and turned on the computer. He had to deal with some more urgent matters tonight.
Qin Fei was shocked. He could no longer remember the last time Mr. Ye took a break due to physical reasons.
"Mr. Ye, are you okay? Why are you suddenly hospitalized?"
"It's nothing serious. It's an old problem. Your sister-in-law has to let me do an operation for her to rest assured."
Ye Ziming opened the folder to be processed as he spoke. His figure was reflected on the glass, appearing alone against the bustling neon lights outside.
He has great trust in Qin Fei as his assistant. Over the years, the relationship between the two has become more than just a superior-subordinate relationship. Perhaps he feels that Qin Fei is very similar to his younger self and has long regarded him as his younger brother.
"It's fine. Don't worry. Wei Ran and I are here in the company. You should take advantage of this time to take good care of yourself."
"Okay, that's it."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Ziming continued what he was doing. He would probably be busy until late tonight.
At nine-thirty the next morning, the heads of various departments of the company were waiting for the weekly meeting in the conference room of Anye Group headquarters on time. However, it was not Mr. Ye who was waiting, but Mr. Xiaoye.
Mr. Xiao Ye walked in wearing a neat and well-fitting suit, followed by Qin Fei who had been beside Ye Ziming.
Although Mr. Xiaoye's face looks very young, his aura is not inferior to any middle-aged man present.
"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Weiran," Ye Weiran stood at the front of the oval conference table surrounded by twenty people and spoke calmly,
"My father, Mr. Ye Ziming, will not be in the company for a while, so I will temporarily take his place and work with everyone. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."
There was an uproar in the conference room as soon as these words came out.
"Ah? What's wrong with Mr. Ye? People don't come when they say they can't come?"
"That's right, Mr. Ye is not someone who takes a break casually."
"It's not like something happened to the company, right? Or is there something wrong with Mr. Ye's health? What should the company do?!"
Faced with the sudden changes, everyone began to worry.
Ye Weiran sat on Ye Ziming's chair and raised his voice,
"Don't worry, everyone. There is nothing wrong with the company's operations, and there is no major health problem with my father. He just needs a routine minor surgery and a few days of rest."
After hearing what he said, other people felt a little relieved. Of course, most people were not concerned about Mr. Ye, but they were worried about what the company would do and what they would do if something went wrong with Mr. Ye's health.
In a company like Anye Group, those who can attend today's meeting are not ordinary people. Facing the young Mr. Xiaoye in front of him, although it cannot be said that he is in conflict, it is inevitable that he will murmur in his heart.
The looks in each exchange's eyes conveyed distrustful messages like "Can he do it?"
Even though it was known that Xiaoye had always had a superior IQ since he was a child and was a top student in University A.
But if a college student who has not yet graduated is allowed to manage the company, and he is not professionally qualified, isn't Mr. Ye making a fuss?!