In the study, Qian Yu wrote a treatment plan for Sheng Mingxi about Lu Qingqing's heart disease.
"Mr. Sheng, my wife's illness mainly lies in the control of her emotions. If she is emotionally unstable, her illness will be aggravated, so she needs a brand new environment to rest. With the medicines my grandpa has given her, she will be able to survive for another three to four months.
It’s not big, but my grandfather’s medicine also has side effects.”
"What side effects?" Sheng Mingxi said nervously.
Qian Yu paused, "My grandfather's medicine damages the brain nerves, and I'm afraid my wife will never get back the memory she lost."
Sheng Mingxi's eyes tightened, "I can't get back what I lost? What about what I have now? Can I keep it?"
What he fears most is that one day he and Lu Qingqing will become strangers.
"The existing memory will gradually fade over time as she takes the medication, and eventually she will become a person with no memory. However, the side effects will disappear after she stops taking the medication."
Sheng Mingxi was silent for a moment, "I understand. This medicine achieves the purpose of controlling emotions by suppressing people's nerves. As long as she has no mood swings, it can delay the cycle of her illness and extend her life."
"Mr. Sheng's understanding is correct," Qian Yu said. "My grandfather has a farmhouse in the countryside. Although it is a little simpler than here, it has all the daily necessities. How about you take Mrs. Sheng to live there?
Going away from the hustle and bustle of the city will be beneficial to her condition."
Sheng Mingxi nodded, "I will consider your suggestion."
Qian Yu said goodbye and left without saying anything more.
In the afternoon, a middle-aged German man who claimed to be Vice President Michel came to Shengshi Garden with a translator.
Sheng Mingxi received them in the living room.
The few people were chatting happily. After talking for about ten minutes, Lu Qingqing came down from upstairs.
She heard that Sheng Mingxi proposed to them to jointly develop the Phantom III and give them 20% of the after-sales profit. However, the translator told Michel's vice president, Mr. Felin, that Sheng Mingxi would only give them 5% of the profit.
The vice president's face changed when he heard this.
"This is too little, I can't accept it."
The translator told Sheng Mingxi truthfully that the vice president thought the offer was too little and could not accept such conditions.
Sheng Mingxi frowned slightly, "Twenty percent is already my bottom line, and I can't add any more. If you can't accept it, there's nothing I can do about it."
Just as the translator was about to relay Sheng Mingxi's words to Vice President Feilin, Lu Qingqing came closer and interrupted their conversation.
Then she said to the vice president Felin in fluent German: "Hello Mr. Felin, I am Kevin's wife, my name is Lu Qingqing, I am very happy to meet you."
Vice President Feilin stood up quickly and shook hands with Lu Qingqing politely.
"Hello, Mrs. Kevin."
"Mr. Feiling, just now my husband said that I would give you 20% of the profit, but your translator told you 5%. I think your translator has been bribed, right?"
The translator panicked for a moment, "Mrs. Sheng, don't talk nonsense. When did I get bribed?"
"Then can you explain why you deliberately lowered the conditions mentioned by my husband by fifteen percentage points? Don't tell me it was a slip of the tongue?" Lu Qingqing's fierce momentum completely panicked the translator.
Vice President Felin's face became extremely ugly, and he sternly asked the translator for an explanation.
The translator hesitated and couldn't explain why.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Feiling, my level is limited."
Felin knew there must be something fishy going on and fired the translator on the spot.
Then, the conversation between Feilin and Sheng Mingxi was completely translated by Lu Qingqing. In less than half an hour, the two signed a framework agreement for cooperation.
Finally, the two men put Felin in the car.
"Thank you, my dear wife." As soon as Feilin left, Sheng Mingxi hugged Lu Qingqing and sat on his lap. He felt very proud to have such an excellent wife.
"What are you thanking me for?" Lu Qingqing held Sheng Mingxi's face and pressed the tip of his nose against his. The familiar breath made the two of them instantly find a long-lost feeling.
"You have the final say." After saying this, Sheng Mingxi kissed Lu Qingqing's lips.