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C122 – A Filial Son!

What kind of man is Wang Guohui?

Despite nearly facing bankruptcy, he remained remarkably composed. Yet, upon hearing his mother’s words, he secluded himself in a corner and wept bitterly.

His mother had endured great hardships in her youth, alongside him.

Now, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as she inched closer to death.

The situation was utterly despairing. Wang Guohui had wealth, but his money was powerless to fix this. For the first ti, he felt a profound sense of helplessness.

The doctors pinpointed a severe lung infection as the critical issue. If the infection could be cured, the other health problems could be managed over ti, posing no significant threat. However, the difficulty of treating the infection was imnse.

Then ca the news that President Chen had also suffered from a lung infection but had been discharged from the hospital overnight.

Subsequent examinations showed that President Chen was in better health than before, with many of his old ailnts having disappeared.

Wang Guohui sought out the doctor personally. The doctor was startled upon seeing him and uttered words that plunged Wang Guohui into deeper despair.

“Mr. Wang, the details of this are known only to President Chen. We are as much in the dark as you are.”

Hearing this, Wang Guohui felt a twinge of despair mixed with a glimr of hope.

Without a second thought, he located President Chen’s number and called him directly.

“President Chen, my mother’s condition is critical and cannot wait. Rest assured, whatever your terms, I am prepared to et them.”

Wang Guohui’s desperation was clear; he would relinquish his chairmanship without a second thought if President Chen so desired.

However, President Chen had made a promise to Mr. Su to keep the information confidential, which put him in a difficult position.

Wang Guohui grew increasingly anxious.

“President Chen, where are you? I’ll co to you imdiately. I’m ready to offer you 10% of our company’s shares. I can even transfer all our trade stocks to your bank,” Wang Guohui persisted.

“If it’s money you want, I’m willing to provide whatever I can. And if that’s not enough, I’m prepared to step down as chairman in your favor. What do you say?”

Wang Guohui was prepared to go to any length.

That was his own mother.

Nothing could hold a candle to his mother.

All he wanted was for his mother to be alive!

“Mr. Wang, please don’t get wrong. I’m not being greedy; it’s just that I don’t have the authority to decide on this matter.”

“A friend actually gave a bottle of dicine that looked like ink. After I drank it, I got better. Honestly, I still don’t know what was in it.”

If the dicine had been President Chen’s, he wouldn’t have hesitated to give it to Wang Guohui.

But the truth was, it wasn’t President Chen’s to give.

The dicine was Su Ming’s and had nothing to do with him.

Setting aside whether Su Ming would be willing to part with it, it wasn’t even certain he still had any of the dicine left.

Yet, from that conversation, Wang Guohui discerned the most crucial piece of information.

It was real!

The substance truly existed!

“President Chen, I’m begging you, could you please reach out to your friend for ? Whatever you ask for in return, I’ll provide!”

On the other end of the line, Wang Guohui’s weariness had vanished, replaced by a look of sheer excitent.

President Chen hesitated.

“Mr. Wang, I’ll try my best. I’ll get back to you shortly.”

“Great!”

Upon hearing this, Wang Guohui quickly agreed and hung up without a second thought. Ti was of the essence.

Holding his phone, President Chen sighed deeply and gazed at Su Ming, who was ditating quietly in the distance.

This was going to be tricky.

He was admittedly a bit fearful; the word was out. If Su Ming held this against him, it could ruin the amicable relationship they had built.

Wang Guohui’s devotion to his mother was undeniable; he couldn’t refuse to help.

President Chen knew that if Wang Guohui were there in person, he might even kneel in plea.

Moved by Wang Guohui’s filial piety, President Chen resolved to assist him this once.

With determination, President Chen approached Su Ming.

“Mr. Su, there’s sothing I need to discuss with you.”

President Chen reached Su Ming’s side, pausing with uncertainty.

Su Ming’s eyes opened slowly. “What’s the matter?”

Anxious, President Chen fidgeted, took a mont to gather his courage, and finally asked with resolve, “Mr. Su, do you have any more of that black water?”

President Chen might have sensed a hint of greed in his own tone, as if he were asking for a favor, so he quickly laid out the entire situation.

“Mr. Su, please don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not after this item for myself. You’re familiar with Angel Group, aren’t you? Its chairman, Wang Guohui, is the one requesting this dication for his mother.”

After listening to the explanation, Su Ming blinked in understanding.

He was aware of Angel Group, being a local enterprise in Eastsea City. Yet, despite its lack of widespread renown, he didn’t have a deep knowledge of the company, nor did he know Wang Guohui personally.

However, Wang Guohui’s devotion to his mother struck a chord with Su Ming, considering his own parents were also in good health.

He pondered that if he ever found himself in a situation similar to Wang Guohui’s, he might well make the sa decisions.

A successful son showing such profound respect and care for his mother was indeed comndable.

“So, it’s like that. Wang Guohui learned about your situation and now he’s hoping I can lend a hand, correct?”

“Exactly,” President Chen confird eagerly. “And he’s prepared to et any terms you set—be it shares, cash, or even offering you the chairman’s seat.”

President Chen was well aware that Su Ming wasn’t in need of money. With a pri real estate parcel in the city center valued at ten billion yuan and the ans to purchase five hundred luxury cars, financial concerns were the least of his worries.

Nevertheless, it was crucial to communicate the offer Wang Guohui had made.

Whether or not Su Ming was interested in the rewards was his prerogative, but the willingness of Wang Guohui to provide them was a clear indication of his intent, and President Chen felt obligated to convey that.

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