Time seemed to have stopped and passed very slowly.
After waiting for who knows how long, the security guards at the door finally changed their posts and were replaced by two older security guards.
Zhang Haidong stretched hard and let out a long yawn.
If you keep an eye on it for a while, the time for changing the job is usually the time when the patient starts changing the dressing.
When the people in the high-end ward come out, you will have a chance to strike up a conversation.
He is not an Oscar winner, but there is no problem getting close to him.
Soon, a mobile hospital bed was rolled out from the advanced ward area. The patient was wearing an oxygen mask, breathing heavily, and his chest was rising and falling violently.
Even if a rich person is critically ill, he or she cannot live in a high-end ward.
The opportunity has come!
Zhang Haidong quickly followed.
When entering the elevator, he reached out to help him at the right time and pushed the hospital bed in.
"thank you!"
The family members quickly thanked him.
"It's okay, it's easy."
Zhang Haidong waved his hand.
No one will refuse goodwill, only with such goodwill can they approach them and get what they want.
Although a little shameless.
He continued back to the corridor, but this time he took a few steps and waited quietly for the patient to come back.
About an hour later, the patient got out of the elevator again.
This time, Zhang Haidong greeted him smoothly, held his hand, and pushed the bed into the high-end ward area with his family members.
At the end of the corridor were two or three security guards in black. After seeing the hospital bed coming in, they hid aside.
It should be Zhao Haitao's security guard.
Don't let strangers in.
They thought they were all family members of the high-end ward, so they didn't pay attention and squatted aside to chat.
After chatting for a while, one person went to buy food, and the remaining two continued chatting.
This kind of work is actually very boring.
He also relaxed his guard.
Zhang Haidong pushed in, and while the family members thanked him, he walked slowly and looked at the patients in the ward. Finally, through the transparent glass, he recognized Zhao Haitao!
At this time, Zhao Haitao was lying on the hospital bed with an intravenous drip on his body.
It can be seen from the way he is wearing an oxygen mask that he is really going to run out of gas!
Wenchang Group sales decline...
No successor has been determined yet...
The chairman is critically ill at this time...
Once this news is released, shareholders and investors will instantly lose confidence in Wenchang Group, and the stock price may collapse in an instant!
Seeing that the two security guards were still chatting, Zhang Haidong took out his mobile phone and took a few photos.
Then he put away his cell phone and stood at the entrance of the corridor.
He didn't go out.
The people inside didn't care either.
He is waiting for someone.
When the two doctors in white coats left, he quickly followed them.
"Hello, doctor."
"Who are you……"
"I am Zhao Haitao's nephew. I saw that my uncle was seriously ill and wanted to ask how he is doing now!"
Zhang Haidong was wearing a suit and looked confident, without any hint of lies.
The doctor had no doubts and said softly: "Your uncle's condition is not optimistic. His lungs have begun to swell and he has difficulty breathing. He relies solely on medicine to support him. He may not be able to last long..."
"My uncle..."
Zhang Haidong looked excited, and then suddenly covered his mouth.
The sadness on his face appeared spontaneously.
"Birth, old age, illness and death are all normal. Don't be too sad..."
The doctor comforted.
"My uncle was very kind to me when I was a child... I never thought... my parents are also old now and can't come...
Doctor, can I see my uncle’s medical records?”
Zhang Haidong asked softly.
His expression was sad, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Can."
Following the doctor into the office and getting Zhao Haitao's medical records, Zhang Haidong took two photos and then walked out of the hospital.
call!
Success!
By now it was getting dark, Zhang Haidong stopped a taxi and walked towards his accommodation.
He needs to develop the photos and send them to the media to hype them up.
…
"Mr. Liu, I have taken photos and medical records of Zhao Haitao's hospital bed."
"So fast!"
Liu Chuanling was a little surprised.
Is this... a talent?
He just didn't know that Zhang Haidong was simply taking advantage of other people's goodwill.
"Okay, you sort it out and see how it should be sent out. As for the media, I have already taken care of it for you. The media will appear in front of you when you need it."
Liu Chuanling ordered.
"Okay. Zhao Haitao's time may be running out. We need to get the news out as soon as possible. As for the company, we must also keep an eye on the stock market."
Zhang Haidong explained.
"good!"
Liu Chuanling hung up the phone.
Zhang Haidong took out the photos from Zhao Haitao's ward first and prepared them in front.
He knew that with only these few photos, Wenchang Group would definitely refute the rumors.
After Wenchang Group refutes the rumors, it will release Zhao Haitao's medical records to the media, and then it will be settled once and for all.
After sorting out all this, Zhang Haidong fell into a deep sleep.
…
The next day, the headlines on the stock market were: Zhao Haitao, the boss of Wenchang Group, is critically ill! Wenchang Group is in turmoil!
Coupled with a few photos of Zhao Haitao lying on the hospital bed, the entire stock market suddenly exploded!
Sales have been declining, and the boss wants to give up?
Wenchang Group’s stock suddenly started to fall!
…
"What's going on? Who took the photo of my dad in the ward?"
Zhao Yiguang shouted angrily!
The three security guards were trembling and stood there without daring to say a word.
There doesn't seem to be any suspicious person who came in yesterday!
How is this going?
"Trash! A bunch of trash! I'm not spending money on you to support you to go there and chat! I don't have a penny, so get out of here!"
Zhao Yiguang angrily threw the document at the security guard.
The three people rolled out in despair.
"Brother, it doesn't make much sense to fire these losers now. Our most important thing is how to get rid of the media.
The stock market has not cashed out yet. If it really hits rock bottom, with our current performance, you don’t think that the three of us brothers can turn it around!
I'm afraid I'm going to lose money like a dog!
Those who fall will be bankrupt and liquidated!"
Zhao Yide said.
"Someone's messing with us!"
Zhao Yiguang slapped the table hard, and then said: "Don't be afraid of this. We have a leather bag company that can cash out. Let's support Dad and say a few words to dispel this rumor and cash out a sum of money as quickly as possible.
After dad leaves, we will consider whether to split the company.
With money, even if the company goes bankrupt, we will have the capital to make a comeback.
Besides, for a company as big as ours, are we worried that no one will acquire it?"
What he said is reasonable.
Zhao Yide nodded.
…
"Mr. Liu, we have been keeping an eye on the stock price. Now Wenchang Group has dropped to the limit. The share price has dropped from 42 to 35. Do we need to take action?"