Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

"Why do we need to hold an extraordinary general meeting of shareholders?"

Ren Xun frowned and asked in confusion: "October is coming soon, and there are only more than three months left before the annual meeting. Has anything happened?"

Mao Bohao shook his head and said: "Chairman, don't ask, let's talk about it tomorrow.

I happen to hold 10% of the company's shares, and I want to hold an extraordinary shareholders' meeting. Is it in compliance with the rules? "

Ren Xun took a deep look at Mao Bohao, nodded and said: "It complies with the rules. I will notify all shareholders and directors now."

At the same time, Dunhuang Group, Chairman’s Office.

Shen Wanchong frowned and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Okay, I understand."

Putting down the phone, Shen Wanchong looked at He Xiaomo in front of him, shook his head and said: "Guess what Lao Zhang said, he is going to hold a shareholders' meeting!

Ever since the company got on the right track, he didn't even bother to attend the annual shareholders' meeting. He was basically a hands-off shopkeeper. Do you think it's strange? "

He Xiaomo looked strange, smiled, and said: "Then let's go, you have to notify other shareholders and directors as soon as possible. I heard that some of them went abroad to travel, but they have to change their flights to come back temporarily. "

Shen Wanchong nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, when they come back, I will ask Lao Zhang to reimburse them for the air tickets."

Time: Sunday, September 16, 4:30 pm.

Rongsheng Group headquarters, in Ma Zhiguang's office.

An assistant-like figure knocked on the door and walked into the office and reported: "Mr. Ma, Qisheng Group, Tianyu Group, and Dunhuang Group have officially notified their major shareholders that they will hold shareholders' meetings on time at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. "

"Okay!" Ma Zhiguang patted the armrest of the chair and said solemnly: "Let the three of them hold the shareholders' meeting together, so as to avoid any unexpected situations as much as possible due to time differences.

And once these three companies are in our hands, Wei Group and other secondary companies will be vulnerable! "

He stood up, looked at Jiang Junchen and Xie Kun, and laughed and said: "Tomorrow morning, we will divide our troops into three groups and each will choose one to welcome their new master!"

Jiang Junchen laughed and said with great satisfaction: "I'm going to Dunhuang Group. Dunhuang Group is actually the Long family's industry.

I want Long Qiangwei to see with her own eyes how their Dunhuang Group came into my hands! "

Ma Zhiguang nodded, looked at Xie Kun, and asked, "Xie Kun, what about you, which company do you want to go to?"

Xie Kun shrugged and said with a smile: "I don't care, I'm just helping you win the position of chairman anyway."

Ma Zhiguang narrowed his eyes and said, "Then you go to Qisheng Group. I would rather see that old guy Ren Xun's deflated expression, hahaha..."

Xie Kun laughed loudly. The moment he lowered his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After Fang Lin drove away from the Medical University, he first went to the Tianrun factory and took a look at how Yang Jianfei trained security guards.

Then they saw that Yang Jianfei had transformed into the madman he once was in the army, roaring loudly.

The security guards, all with sweat on their faces, looked at Yang Jianfei with respect and admiration on their faces.

Although they have been drilled to the point of being out of shape, they are all still high-spirited and energetic, changing their previous lazy appearance.

Fang Lin smiled and nodded, looked at them quietly for a while, without disturbing them, turned around and walked away.

No matter what, it was he who recommended Yang Jianfei to Qin Muwan. He had to do it for himself.

Be responsible for your own actions.

Seeing that Yang Jianfei still looked the same as he remembered, he was completely relieved.

After leaving the factory and getting into the car, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Gao Meilan to see when she would finish filming.

But before he could edit the message, his phone suddenly vibrated and rang.

The call was from Xu Qingwan.

"Hello?" Fang Lin answered the phone and asked.

Xu Qingwan said: "Fang Lin, are you in the provincial capital?"

Fang Lin smiled and replied: "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Xu Qingwan said: "There is a very high-status patient here at the Provincial General Hospital. My grandfather and several Chinese medicine experts from the Medical University were also urgently invited for consultation. But no one has a good diagnosis plan.

And the other party insisted that he must receive Chinese medicine treatment, so my grandfather asked me to ask you if you could come over to help. He thought you might have some good ideas. "

Fang Lin was startled for a moment and asked: "Who is the identity of the patient? He even invited a traditional Chinese medicine expert from the Medical University and your grandfather to come here?"

Xu Qingwan said: "It seems to be a foreign guest with a very distinguished status. The director of the affiliated hospital personally called my grandfather."

Fang Lin snorted, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, I'll go over and have a look, but I can't guarantee that I can make it."

Xu Mofu and others are the masters of traditional Chinese medicine. They couldn't cure him, which shows that the patient's disease was anything but ordinary.

Fang Lin didn't say too much. After agreeing to Xu Qingwan, he hung up the phone and walked to the hospital.

Provincial General Affiliated Hospital, in a special care ward.

A blond man

The American beauty was lying on the bed and shouted impatiently: "What are you doing? Why don't they treat me yet? What are you waiting for?"

A tall, brown-haired, equally beautiful foreign woman on the side said: "Miss, don't worry, I'll go ask them what's going on!"

Outside the ward door, there were seven or eight elderly people over fifty years old gathered around. They were all Taishan Beidou in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in Handong Province. They were all wearing white coats, and Xu Mofu was among them.

"Gu Gu, how do you feel about it? Do you have any good treatment plan?" The director of the affiliated hospital stared at an old man with gray hair and asked repeatedly, sweating profusely.

Gu Gu waved his hand and said: "Dean Zhang, don't worry, we are discussing."

A middle-aged man with white hair next to Gu said: "I think it is more appropriate to follow the plan we made at the beginning.

This patient's liver has completely declined and has simply lost its detoxification function. If you want to be cured, you should still use Western medicine and perform surgery and transplant. "

Dean Zhang said solemnly: "Principal Liu! I have told you that people simply do not accept the treatment plan of surgical transplantation.

If transplantation is needed, the treatment level in the United States is much more mature and advanced than ours. Why would people come to China for medical treatment? "

At this moment, the brown-haired beauty walked out of the door of the ward and said with a stern face: "That's right! Miss Monica came here specially to receive treatment from your Chinese traditional Chinese medicine. We will never agree to the plan of surgical transplantation!"

Staring at the experts and professors, the brown-haired beauty didn't look good at all, and hummed: "Miss Monica is impatient to wait, can you come up with a treatment plan?

Aren’t they all very famous Chinese medicine experts? Why can't so many people do anything? Are you liars? "