"Son, from now on, the Jiang family will rely on you," said Father Jiang, shaking his head wearily.
Yes, he was getting old. His hair had turned white. If the Jiang Group remained in his hands, sooner or later, it would surely run out of resources.
Among all his children, his favorite was Jiang Lihao. However, Jiang Lihao had never shown much interest in taking over the company.
Upon hearing the news of his injury, Father Jiang had rushed to find him. Who would have thought that his son wouldn't recognize anyone?
Father Jiang looked at his son in a black suit. Just like him in his youth, Jiang Lihao was tall, straight, and imposing, clearly a man of great potential.
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Jiang Lihao no longer resisted the idea of running the company as he used to. As Father Jiang had expected, the boy had a natural talent for business operations and management. In just a short period, he had already increased the company's profit margin by a few percentage points.
It was time to start preparing for retirement. Thinking of this, Father Jiang felt a twinge of sadness.
"Dad, don't say that," said Jiang Lihao, glancing at his father before continuing his work. "I've forgotten a lot of things and need to learn them all over again. It's too early for you to say such things."
Jiang Lihao spoke seriously and earnestly. This was exactly the kind of child Father Jiang had always hoped for.
Father Jiang burst into laughter and regained his energy, as if his previous signs of aging had been an illusion. "Of course. I must make sure you outshine me."
His words were full of vitality, as if he could already foresee the fulfillment of this goal in the near future.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Lihao didn't respond. Instead, he frowned slightly for some unknown reason.
"Let's go, son," said Father Jiang. He had planned the next few days' schedule perfectly. As long as Jiang Lihao followed his plan, he would be fully capable of running the company in less than a month.
Today's plan was to take him to visit a subsidiary company and let him learn about its main business.
Jiang Lihao silently followed his father. His imposing aura was in no way inferior to that of the old man.
The receptionist held her breath and only exhaled when the group walked out of the door.
However, in the blink of an eye, an accident occurred outside.
The young master of the Jiang family was lying on the ground. The chairman was holding the head of the injured young master, which was covered in blood. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted at the stunned people around him, "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"
Only then did the assistant and bodyguards behind him react. They trembled as they took out their phones and dialed 120.
Father Jiang looked at his unconscious son in a pool of blood. His hands trembled as he tried to cover the wound on his son's head. But as soon as he touched it, his hands were covered in blood.
He turned around shakily and looked at the receptionist. His words were slurred as he said, "Quick! Notify everyone in the company. I need someone who knows how to stop bleeding to come down and help my son."
He reached for the phone receiver, but his blood smeared all over it.
The young receptionist was also frightened. She tried to hold back her tears and looked calm on the surface. Suppressing her scream, she typed nervously and sent an urgent notice to the management group.
At this moment, Father Jiang was just a panicked father. Afraid of any unexpected situation, he called his private doctor.
Finally, the ambulance arrived. The medical staff got out of the vehicle and immediately carried the injured person in the pool of blood onto the ambulance. They shouted at the onlookers, "Who is the family member?"
"I am! Doctor, use my blood," said Father Jiang, rushing over and grabbing the doctor's sleeve.
"Okay, get in the ambulance quickly," said the doctor. He just glanced at his blood - stained cuff and pushed Father Jiang into the ambulance.
Meanwhile, the assistant was also thinking about first - aid measures.
So, an additional notice was added to the urgent notice: an urgent blood donation notice. Anyone with a blood type that matched the young master of the Jiang family would receive a bonus of 1,000 yuan for donating blood.
The entire Jiang Group was in an uproar because of these series of events. Everyone put down their work and went to the hospital for a blood test.
As time passed by, Father Jiang gradually became exhausted from his anxious waiting and slumped into a chair.
Finally, the red light in the emergency room went off. Father Jiang immediately rushed forward.
"Doctor, how is my son?"
The doctor took off his mask and nodded. "The operation was a success. He just needs to rest for a while."
"Really?" Father Jiang couldn't believe it and grabbed the doctor.
"The rescue was timely, and the patient is very tenacious. He just lost a lot of blood, but there's no major problem."
Father Jiang gradually relaxed, and his grip on the doctor's hand loosened.
Looking at Jiang Lihao with a white bandage around his head and a breathing machine attached to him, Father Jiang was suddenly too choked up to speak.
He even blamed himself.
If he hadn't been so impatient, and if they hadn't left at that particular moment...
He closed his eyes. The scene from just now seemed to be playing out in front of him.
An unknown object had fallen heavily from above. When they noticed something was wrong and looked up, it was Jiang Lihao who had reacted first. He had pushed his father away, so it was him lying on the hospital bed instead of his father.
The assistant stood nervously outside the door. Looking at the chairman who seemed to have aged ten years overnight, he said cautiously, "Chairman, the doctor is here."
"Come in," said Father Jiang, standing up. He watched as his private doctor entered and closed the door tightly.
Then, he turned around with a sharp look in his eyes. "Find out the truth about what just happened."
It was a case of a high - altitude falling object at that particular time. Father Jiang couldn't help but suspect that the "object" had been aimed at him, and the real target was the Jiang Group.
"Yes," replied the assistant firmly and trotted away.
The result was as expected. The doctor said that Jiang Lihao just needed to rest for a few days. The most important thing was recuperation.
Father Jiang finally let go of his worries.
"Can't you find out?" Father Jiang asked with a half - smile as he listened to the report.
A few days had passed, and the final result was that it was just an accident.
The assistant trembled and said, "Yes, Chairman. The flowerpot fell from the rooftop. There were no suspicious figures in the surveillance footage of the stairs for several days before and after the incident."
"Not a single person?"
"There were some people, but not at that time..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a person rushed in from outside and reported, "Chairman, Young Master Jiang is missing."
Father Jiang's face turned pale. He turned his head in disbelief. "What?"
When he rushed over in a hurry, sure enough, there was only an empty quilt on the hospital bed, and the syringe was casually thrown aside.
"Useless! All of you are useless! Find him for me!" Father Jiang kicked over the stool beside the hospital bed.
The people around, their legs weak, scrambled away.
It was another eventful day.
At this moment, the protagonist, Jiang Lihao, appeared at the front desk of the Huo Group.
"I'm here to see your President Huo."
The receptionist looked up. Her standard smile froze on her face when she saw a man wrapped in a bandage and wearing a hospital gown.
"May I ask who you are?" she asked cautiously.
"Just tell him that Jiang Lihao is here to see him. Hurry up," he said impatiently. "Otherwise, I'll go up by myself."
The receptionist had seen Jiang Lihao before. After he said that, she gradually recognized him. Logically, she should let him in.
However, "I'm sorry, Young Master Jiang. President Huo hasn't come to work yet."
"What? He didn't come to work?" Jiang Lihao couldn't believe it. A workaholic not coming to work?
Was there something wrong with his head or was there something wrong with Huo Cheng's head?
"Yes. President Huo has been in the hospital recently," the receptionist whispered.
"What happened?" Jiang Lihao asked subconsciously.