Assistant Qin nodded and quickly dialed the number.

Shi Heng knew that this game was nearing its end.

But Chu Beiyuan's nightmare is not over yet.

…

6:00 PM.

John's Hospital in Beijing.

Outside Chu's father's ward.

The Chu family's relatives and dozens of shareholders gathered in the corridor, talking in low voices.

Seeing Chu Beiyuan coming, everyone made way for him.

But their eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

There is sympathy, there are doubts, but more of it is schadenfreude.

Chu Beiyuan ignored them and walked straight into the ward.

Push open the door of the ward.

My father was lying on the hospital bed, his face as pale as paper, with an IV tube inserted into the back of his hand.

"Dad." Chu Beiyuan called softly.

Father Chu slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze lingered on his son's face for a moment, then turned to the man standing by the window.

Shi Heng turned around, his tall and straight figure outlined by his black suit.

He adjusted his cufflinks gracefully, his slender finger joints turning slightly white. "Master Chu, long time no see."

"Mr. Shi." Chu Beiyuan nodded slightly, feeling uneasy.

"Beiyuan..." Chu's father raised his hand with difficulty, "Mr. Shi is willing to acquire the Chu Group in his personal capacity. This is... the best choice..."

"Personally?" Chu Beiyuan turned around abruptly and stared at Shi Heng. "What does Mr. Shi mean by this?"

Shi Heng slowly approached and stood in front of the bed, his eyes scanning the beating curve of the electrocardiogram monitor. "Uncle is right, this is the best choice."

"Dad, you can't sign!" Chu Beiyuan held his father's trembling wrist, "We can find other investors..."

"Beiyuan..." Chu's father's voice was so weak that it seemed to be squeezed out of his chest. "This is the only way to preserve the last dignity of the Chu family..."