At the headquarters of Fujia Group, Yang Fujia is holding a summary meeting at the end of the month, and senior leaders of each headquarters are present.

Yang Fu's family did not notify Yang Daxiong. It was not that he wanted to deliberately avoid Yang Daxiong, but that this meeting did not involve branch matters.

"Another month has passed, to be honest, I am very pleased. We always mention some company development paths, such as what I said before, five major points! First, clarify a clear overall development idea. Second, create a friendly and harmonious development environment. Third, establish a management system with clear responsibilities and reasonable rewards and punishments. Cough cough!" Yang Fujia had to stop before he finished speaking, and his throat was very itchy.

"I'm sorry, I'll go out first, forgive me!" Yang Fujia frowned and walked out of the conference room. As soon as the person walked out of the door, he immediately touched the towel he had been carrying in his pocket and spit it open.

Several large pools of blood stains, dazzling red.

His physical condition was getting worse and worse, and he even reached a point where he could hardly hold on.

Yang Qian followed out and saw everything clearly behind him.

"Brother, are you okay?" Yang Qian was worried.

Yang Fu's family hurriedly put away the towel and changed to a smile: "It's okay! I'm very good."

"I vomited blood, and I said it was very good!" Yang Qian gently pulled him: "Brother, don't ask about the group's affairs for the time being. It is right to raise it well at home. If you persist like this, it is not only to you, not only to our family, but also to the group."

Yang Qian couldn't imagine what the Fu Family Group would become if the Yang Fu Family fell.

Yang Fu's family has always been diligent in their work and has done many things by themselves. He personally held a meeting that could be delivered to others.

"It's okay! I'm used to being busy. If you lie down at home, you will feel uncomfortable all over. You don't know me!" Yang Fujia smiled and said, "Get in! You're waiting!"

Yang Qian looked at his hunched body at some point, and her heart felt a little painful.

His parents passed away early, and only this brother, who was more than 20 years older than him, pulled her into adulthood. The elder brother was like a father, and Yang Qian respected him as much as his parents.

But now he is sick. Although he himself said he is not seriously ill, Yang Qian's careful observation makes him feel more and more serious.

Yang Qian went to the hospital several times to find Yang Fu's case, but all of them were fruitless. She planned to go there again after get off work today, and this time, she met Dean Xu directly.

Back to the conference room with worries, Yang Qian's position within the group was not very high. As can be seen from the position he was sitting, he was a middle and lower-level cadre.

A general manager of marketing at the group headquarters, in the case of a large number of group departments, this position is very ordinary, but it has made great contributions.

Yang Fujia glanced at her and had not spoken before she came in. When she sat down, Yang Fujia waved his hand and said, "Let's continue! Fourth, cultivate a technical team with capable business. Fifth, shape a working concept that standardizes operations and ensures safe production. Cough cough!"

Yang Fu family waved their hands in pain again: "I drank too much last night and felt uncomfortable in my stomach. I'll go out again!"

He got up and walked quickly towards the gate, but before he could walk out of the conference room, he could no longer hold back his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Red plasma is spitting on the wall, and the snow-white wall is set against the dark red blood, which is particularly conspicuous.

The leaders in the conference room panicked. Looking at Yang Fu's family's painful expression on their hands, they all stood up and surrounded them.

"Chairman! How are you?"

"Chairman, what's wrong with you?"

"Chairman, I vomited blood!"

With countless words of concern, some women were already scared and their faces were pale.

This time, Yang Fujia shook his head helplessly, wiped the blood from his mouth with a towel, and grinned.

"I'm very good! Thank you for your concern!" Yang Fu's opponents were of almost the same attitude, from employees to deputy general managers.

He was also deeply supported by the whole group and was praised as a model of good leadership.

"Brother! I think today's meeting will be cancelled for the time being! If you are feeling unwell, don't stick to it anymore." Yang Qian carefully supported him. She found that the Yang Fu family's waist was even more bent, much more hunched than before.

"No! The rules have been going on for so many years. How can you cancel it if you say it is suspended and cancel it if you say it is cancelled?" Yang Fu's face darkened: "Everyone, sit back! Let's continue!"

The meeting started again, and the Yang Fu family no longer avoided it. During this period, they coughed up blood several times, without any scruples in front of everyone.

His tough style touched everyone, and Yang Qian spent almost two long hours of meeting in tears.

Two hours later, the Yang Fu family finally announced the end of the meeting. Instead of getting up and leaving by himself as usual, he sat there silently and waved to everyone: "It's all gone!"

"Chairman! Go to the hospital quickly!"

"Yes! I hope it won't be a big problem."

"You crow's mouth, Chairman Hong Fu Qitian, what's the big problem? Bah bah bah bah!"

Yang Fu's family waved their hands again: "Okay! It's all gone! It's getting late, I feel uncomfortable delaying your get off work."

Everyone dispersed one by one, and within a few minutes, the huge conference room fell empty.

Yang Qian stood behind Yang Fu's house, her eyes crying bloodily.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead!" Yang Fu's family couldn't help but complain.

"Brother! Can you tell me what's wrong with you? Tell me that this is not bronchitis, right?" Yang Qian wiped her tears. As a representative of the group's sales representative, she has always been very strong and her tears are very precious.

"Nothing! Why are you always like this mother-in-law and mother?" Yang Fujia was slightly angry.

"Brother!" Yang Qian's inquiry did not get an answer, and she felt very wronged.

"Go home!" Yang Fu's family stood up and walked towards the conference room door.

Yang Qian followed him and felt mixed feelings. The person he respected the most and was also the one he was most worried about, and he was really worried about him.

Yang Qian had talked about this with her sister-in-law Mrs. Yang before, but Mrs. Yang didn't know about it. The couple originally said everything, but they didn't even tell their wife about Yang Fu's illness.

"Brother, take my car! I haven't driven you for a long time." Yang Qian grabbed Yang Fu's house, who was about to walk towards his car, and pointed at the red car.

Yang Fujia paused slightly, then nodded: "Okay!"

The driver opened the back door and invited Yang Fu's house into the cab. He wanted to enter the cab, but was stopped by Yang Qian: "You can get off work! I'll drive today."

Yang Qian drove the car in person and carried the Yang Fu family, and she was in a heavy mood.

After coughing up blood several times, Yang Fu's face looked very bad, as white as a piece of paper.

The car drove towards the busy road, and Yang Qian finally broke the silence: "Brother, be happier!"

Yang Fujia smiled slightly: "What? Is my face very bad?"

"It's scary when you don't laugh! But once you smile, it seems like you're only thirty years old." Yang Qian laughed.

"Thirty years old! When I was thirty, this city's main road was just an eight-meter-wide cement road." Yang Fujia looked out the window and came here since he graduated from high school. This city was the place he was most familiar with in the next thirty years.

He witnessed the changes in Shanghai from prosperity to prosperity, and all the way to the world's top bustling cities. The changes in recent years have really been very big.

He has made his way here, from a penniless poor boy to a big family and a big business now, all of which have witnessed a legend.

Yang Fujia looked at the road in front of him with a lot of thoughts. He could no longer remember what he was like ten years ago, nor could he remember what he was like thirty years ago. People's memories will always dim and blur with time until they get older and blurred.

"Brother, you and your second brother started here, right?" Yang Qian had heard Yang Fu's talk about it many times, but she never got tired of listening.

It seems that every time the Yang Fu family talks about this, they are very emotional. Even if they say it over and over again, they will not feel bored.

"Your second brother and I started here. That community used to be a textile factory, and the one next to it was the earliest car shop, such as today's 4S store, which was pitiful at that time. Your second brother and I can say that we have traveled all over this area and have done all kinds of work." Yang Fujia laughed.

"So what did you like to do the most at that time? Is it a car accessories?" Yang Qian said with a smile.

"No! Fujia Group started with electrical appliances, and the starting point was refrigerators, which had a lot to do with my work in the refrigerator department of a household appliance company for two years. At that time, I learned humbly and mastered a lot of refrigerator technologies. Later, I started a company and took this path." Yang Fujia sighed, thinking about the hardships in the past, I really had the idea of ​​crying.

His hard work and progress have earned him a lot, and it has only been two years since he gradually rose from a choreographer to a production squad leader to a technical supervisor. This is a myth. It is really rare for a young boy in his early twenties to be able to take the position of first and second in the workshop.

Refrigerators became common at that time, and various household appliances were listed one after another. Yang Fujia seized the opportunity and quit his job as technical supervisor from his original work company, and resolutely embarked on the road of starting his own business.

At first he had a smooth journey, but later he had experienced countless big and small ups and downs, but his perseverance was evident after persisting hard.

"In our group, at first, only your second brother and I were me, but later, he accepted an employee, and he is now the group's director Li Liang." Yang Fujia smiled happily.

Li Liang was a high school student who failed the exam at that time and was in a depressed mood. He was the son of the landlord of the factory rented by Yang Fu family. The Yang Fu family often talked to him, dispelled the haze of his failure, and pulled him into the company to start a business together.

Li Liang is very smart and motivated, and he has nothing to say about.

He persuaded his parents to invest in the small company, which helped Yang Fu's family when his financial difficulties were in trouble.

"Brother, why do I always feel strange to Li Liang? Especially in recent years, I seem to be more arrogant!" Yang Qian shook her head and said.
Chapter completed!