Chapter 307 Hospitalization
“I overlooked the differences between the two countries and considered it based on our prices here.”
“You all discuss which artists you want to invite, send out invitations in advance, and I’ll have someone arrange the time.”
“Alright.”
After exchanging a few more things, Jiang Shu finally hung up the phone.
Putting his phone aside, Jiang Shu wasn't against inheriting the family business, but if it came down to choosing between DM Entertainment and the family business, then he wouldn't bother.
Leaving aside subjective aspects like hobbies and ideals, just looking at the objective reality of earning potential, the two were not on the same level.
But now, the idea of establishing a conglomerate was quite good, and it could be considered a solution to the problem.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shu looked at Su Xueqi, who was sprawled lazily on the sofa.
If he remembered correctly, her cousin, Su Zhengwen, seemed to have entered the central government through a university talent recruitment program during his college years…
Thinking of this, Jiang Shu spoke.
“Xueqi, which department is your Zhengwen Ge in?”
“Beijing,” Su Xueqi said without turning her head.
“I know, I’m asking which department.”
“The State Administration for Market Regulation, I think it’s the Administration for Industry and Commerce? I’m not sure,” Su Xueqi said indifferently.
He raised an eyebrow at that. The State Administration for Market Regulation was indeed good, but it wasn't much help to him, and the leaders he knew weren't in that area either…
A moment later, Jiang Shu had a plan in mind.
“Do you have your Zhengwen Ge’s phone number?”
“Yes, should I send it to you?”
“Mm.”
Soon, Jiang Shu received Su Zhengwen’s phone number.
“You go out first,” Jiang Shu said to Su Xueqi, looking at the phone number.
“Ah?” Su Xueqi was startled, but she also understood that Jiang Shu didn't want her to hear the upcoming conversation.
Reluctantly, she got up from the sofa and walked out.
Then, Jiang Shu dialed his cousin, Su Zhengwen’s, number.
…
After Su Xueqi came out of the office, the more she thought about it, the more something felt off. She hadn't heard much of Jiang Shu and Jiang Father and Su Wan’s conversation, but she felt it must be related to this. After thinking for a moment, she called her aunt, Su Wan.
The WeChat call rang for a short while before it was answered.
“Hello, Xueqi.”
“Aunt, my brother just asked for Zhengwen Ge’s number, and then he kicked me out. I felt it was necessary to tell you.”
“Zhengwen?” Su Wan on the other end was momentarily stunned.
She still recognized this most promising child among her nieces and nephews, who had relied on his own efforts to get into Beijing and even entered a central agency like the State Administration for Market Regulation.
Unfortunately, although her family had some influence in the city, it was limited to that, so he could only rely on himself.
What did her son suddenly want Su Zhengwen’s number for?
“Alright, I understand.”
“Oh, so that’s it?”
“Mm.”
The brief call ended quickly, but Su Wan thought about it for a moment and then sent Jiang Shu a message.
Half an hour later, Jiang Shu put down his phone, his eyes filled with deep admiration as he looked at the number he hadn't yet saved.
“He truly is someone who can stand firm in the central government on his own. His insights are quite unique,” Jiang Shu couldn't help but praise.
Just then, Jiang Shu saw the message from Su Wan.
He knew at a glance that it was Su Xueqi, that little girl, who had “leaked” the information, but it wasn’t a big deal.
He replied “It’s fine” to Su Wan, and then began to make arrangements for Su Zhengwen.
An hour later, Jiang Shu called Director Choi in.
“Where’s Su Xueqi?”
“Miss Su Xueqi has already left with her friends,” Director Choi replied.
“Mm.” Jiang Shu nodded at that. “Cancel all upcoming schedules. You and I are going to Beijing.”
“Understood,” Director Choi responded.
…
More than ten days later, March 30th.
The driver picked up Jiang Shu and Director Choi, who had returned, at Incheon Airport.
“To Samsung Hospital!” As soon as they got in the car, Director Choi instructed the driver.
The driver was a bit surprised but immediately carried out Director Choi’s request.
Jiang Shu sat expressionlessly in the car seat, his right hand clenched into a fist resting on the armrest.
Director Choi, rarely seen in the back seat, carefully massaged Jiang Shu’s abdomen with her fair hands, her expression serious and her movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting Jiang Shu if she used too much force.
“These old guys can really drink,” Jiang Shu said, glancing at Director Choi.
“Such traditions are truly harmful customs!” Director Choi said with deep dissatisfaction in her tone.
“Isn’t that how you get things done when you need a favor? Forget drinking two meals a day, even if it’s three or five meals a day, I’d still go drink.”
“But your body won’t be able to handle it,” Director Choi said, looking at Jiang Shu with concern.
“It’s fine,” Jiang Shu waved his hand. “At least after I drank those dozens of pounds of alcohol, the matter was settled.”
Director Choi pursed her lips; this trip to China had truly opened her eyes.
Soon, the car arrived at Samsung Hospital.
Director Choi had already made arrangements in advance. As soon as the car stopped, medical personnel immediately swarmed over.
This large commotion naturally couldn’t be hidden from other patients, who all curiously peeked over, and some even took out their phones and started filming.
Then, Jiang Shu, supported by a group of medical staff, lay down on a stretcher and was quickly pushed to a special care ward.
“Chairman Jiang has consumed too much alcohol recently, and his various bodily functions have sustained a certain degree of damage…”
Director Choi was listening to the attending doctor explain Jiang Shu’s condition when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps.
Looking towards the sound source, a woman wearing a baseball cap and a mask, completely obscuring her face, was walking quickly towards them.
Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, Director Choi recognized the person’s identity at a glance.
“Director Choi!” The woman quickly came before Director Choi and bowed to her. “Excuse me, what happened to Chairman Jiang?”
“Irene’s information is quite well-informed,” Director Choi said with a frown.
She was wondering who had leaked the information.
The driver?
No, he was a very dutiful person. He couldn't distinguish between what should be said and what shouldn't, so he usually took a blanket approach and said nothing at all.
She herself couldn’t possibly have, so…
Director Choi’s dangerous gaze fell on the attending doctor.
The attending doctor was startled by Director Choi’s look.
Doctors and lawyers in Korea indeed obtained a pass for class ascension, but in front of truly wealthy people, they were still just slightly larger ants.
“Director Choi, I haven’t touched my phone since taking over Chairman Jiang’s treatment,” the attending doctor quickly clarified his responsibility.
But this statement clearly didn't dispel Director Choi’s suspicion.
“Director Choi, I just happened to see the news online and saw you in the news, so I deduced that Chairman Jiang was hospitalized, which is why I rushed over,” Bae Joo-hyun quickly explained.
Director Choi’s expression changed.
“News? Let me see.”
Bae Joo-hyun took out her phone, found the news, and handed it to Director Choi.