After receiving a phone call, Fu Yuxin and Fu Tao immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed over.
"Sis, what exactly is Dad up to this time? Have you gotten in touch with Mom?" Fu Tao asked Fu Yuxin beside him while flooring the accelerator, his handsome face filled with anxiety.
Fu Dong had been missing for many days, but I never expected him to come back alive. Of course, his plan failed again.
They don't know how they failed. Their mother never tells them who her backer is. Now that she's not home, the two siblings are like headless flies, with nowhere to turn for solutions.
The patriarch's sudden announcement of a family meeting, coupled with his vehement words, gave him a very bad feeling.
Fu Yuxin did not answer her brother's question. She was also very anxious. Her and her brother's identities had always been unclear in the clan. Even though they usually came and went as the young master, they knew in their hearts that the clan did not recognize them. If it weren't for their clan uncle needing their bloodline identity and their father's indifference, they wouldn't even be able to enter Fu Family Village.
Although the uncle had informed them of this meeting, something just didn't feel right in his words.
Their father, who hadn't returned to the clan for years, came back. His first action was to check the accounts and issue a stern order that all the clan members in the vicinity must return to the clan. It was at this time that their most unreasonable mother disappeared and could not be found anywhere.
Every situation seemed to be disadvantageous to them.
What the siblings didn't know was that something even worse was yet to come.
The area of Fujia Village existed before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Over the past century, generations of people have lived and worked here. Before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, due to the special contributions of the Fujia family, the original area of Fujia Village and the surrounding dozen or so mountains were specially approved by the authorities and divided into collective land and collectively owned forest land and hills. It is the true ancestral land, officially recognized.
To avoid worldly troubles and protect their clan for generations, the ancestors of the Fu family specifically chose a narrow mountain stream as the entrance, built a stone archway, and set up a watchtower and crenellations. Guards would take turns on duty at the watchtower every day, protecting the peace of the Fu family for generations.
The car stopped near the stone archway, but the stone gate was not open as before. The time was 12:55. It was not time yet, and the village had not been sealed off.
Fu Tao honked the horn, but the guards on the lookout tower just stared indifferently in their direction and didn't move.
"Huh? Sister, the person guarding the stone tower has changed today." For some reason, Fu Tao suddenly felt his heartbeat become irregular.
"I don't know, go down and take a look." Fu Yuxin's face was gloomy as she looked at the dark clouds looming over the sky, her bad premonition growing stronger.
"Why can't you go and take a look?" Fu Tao asked, displeased.
"Either you go down and check, or all your pocket money will be confiscated." In order to control Fu Tao's extravagant spending, Fu Yuxin controlled all of his pocket money, giving him a little each day.
So, even though he felt aggrieved, Fu Tao got off the bus reluctantly.
Just as Fu Tao got out of the car, another car sped up and, upon reaching the entrance, the stone gate opened right before his eyes.
The siblings: ...
"Get in the car, we'll follow you in." Fu Yuxin's shrill voice pierced the eardrums.
Fu Tao got back into his car, started it, and followed the car in front. Just as they reached the doorway, the door closed.
The siblings: ...
"Damn it!! What's the meaning of not letting us in?" Fu Tao slammed his fist on the steering wheel and honked the horn repeatedly.
However, the stone gate remained completely still.
"No entry." Fu Yuxin's ghostly voice echoed from the driver's seat.
"What do you mean?" Fu Tao turned his head and saw that Fu Yuxin's face was pale.
What does that mean? It means that Fu Quan no longer allows them to come and go as they please, and that the Fu family no longer approves of them.
Throughout the entire process, although their uncle helped them and gave them money and a share of the business, it was never put on paper. Their names were never on the family tree. They had no roots and were never recognized!
"You mean, Dad doesn't want us anymore? We're no longer part of the Fu family?" Fu Tao finally realized what was happening and couldn't believe it.
Fu Yuxin didn't say anything, but just leaned against the window and silently shed tears.
"No, I don't believe it, I don't want to believe it..." Fu Tao got out of the car and rushed towards the stone gate, shouting loudly, calling for his father, the clan chief, and his uncle, but the stone gate did not budge, and no one came to check.
Until I was exhausted, until my voice was hoarse.
Fu Tao plopped down against the door and burst into tears like a child.
Indifference can sometimes be the best defense against everything.
They hoped other vehicles would return so they could rush in, but unfortunately, the one that had just gone in was the last one.
Ancestral home.
"Chief, those two are here," the clerk reported.
"No one who is not a member of the Fu clan is allowed to enter or leave."
These words were spoken without being lowered; on the contrary, almost all the clansmen and elders present heard them.
After the initial shock came expressions of varying thoughts.
In places out of sight, some people hunched their necks, some pulled their hands back into their sleeves, and some trembled all over.
Upon hearing this, Butler Jin took a step back, then turned and went into a secluded spot behind the ancestral home. When he came out again, he was holding a piece of yellow Xuan paper. The black ink that penetrated the back of the paper was very clear, obviously, there were words on it.
"Now, let's do the routine headcount." The Fu family has its own set of methods and secrets for determining the location of its members, which only the patriarchs of each generation know how to use. Therefore, a summons is issued before every important meeting. If anyone takes any chances, there is no way back. Once expelled, all the family's dividends will be taken back.
Therefore, to avoid ending up on the streets, no member of the Fu Bo clan dared to challenge the clan's authority. Even if they were crippled, they would crawl back home, if not dead.
As names were called out one by one, people stood up one after another, and Butler Jin would confirm each name until he was sure that the person was correct before letting them sit down.
Even the elderly must stand; this is the strict clan rule!
The roll call is over, and it has been confirmed that no one is intentionally ignoring the roll call.
"Read it." Fu Quan gave the next instruction without even looking up.
"Yes." The butler bowed slightly and turned towards the square.
He actually read the clan rules aloud word for word.
With each line read aloud, the people below shuddered, and those with ulterior motives lowered their heads even further, wishing they could hide themselves underground.
From clan rules to business regulations for living outside the family, to rules for conduct and interpersonal relationships, all are clearly defined.
Every word is clear and concise.
Twenty years ago, when the clan rules were recited, everyone would remain calm, because no one dared to break them back then.
Now, everyone is trembling with fear because almost no one is immune to making the same mistake.
"Notify the Dark Guard to come forward and cover your face."
"yes!"
With a whoosh... the silence in the audience instantly turned into a cacophony of crickets chirping.
"Grandpa, what is the clan chief trying to do?"
"Don't panic, just wait and see."
The old man, with white hair and beard, leaned on his dragon-head cane, staring intently at Fu Quan, who was silently flipping through texts in the ancestral home.
This needs to be addressed at its root...
Well, it also depends on whether you have the ability! As for Fu Quan, do you think you are still the same Fu Quan you were twenty years ago?
This Fu family business was established by him!
Yuan's security.
All the security personnel moved out, and even the cafeteria was relocated, leaving the entire building empty. Yuan Zhuan plans to buy the building, renovate it, and then house clerical positions such as accounting, logistics, and administration.
Not long after Yuan Zhuan sat down, the accountant came over to inform him that five million had been deposited into his account.
Cao Ming, who was acting like a quail in front of Yuan Zhuan: ...
Where did it come from?
"Transfer from Fu Group." The transfer was made directly to Cao Ming's private account to avoid being misunderstood and required to file taxes if it was done through public accounts.
It should be noted that Cao Ming has a private account on the company side, which is specifically used to receive private-to-company transfers. Some of these private accounts are not subject to tax.
"Is it Fu Dong's side?" Cao Ming despised himself for asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he still asked, refusing to admit that he was just making conversation.
Yuan Zhuan simply ignored it.
"Buy this building. If they ask for an exorbitant price, we'll just move to another building. Once we succeed, we'll renovate the interior and set up an administration department, an accounting team, and clerical positions such as purchasing and logistics."
Cao Ming found a notebook and wrote it down: "Where's the office building over there?"
"The medical department is located in the park, and I have other arrangements for the others."
"OK."
"For talent recruitment, go to Beijing and Shanghai to recruit outstanding talent. Don't limit yourself to local talent markets. Wait for me to notify you of the recruitment time, and you will lead the team." Many outstanding talents are in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. They have a great demand for talent now, and of course, their other requirements are also more stringent.
Is the recruitment process still ongoing here?
"Of course, but the criteria for selecting talent need to be raised. For those with academic qualifications, we should go to other places; for those locally, we should look for practical skills, not academic qualifications. Of course, the most important thing is morality, especially for management. We need to conduct interviews and investigations to ensure that no morally corrupt individuals are found." A lack of academic qualifications can be cultivated later in life, but drive is innate and formed by one's character.
"good."
After giving her instructions, Yuan Zhuan rubbed her temples. The territory was too vast, but there were too few talented people who could be of use to her. She needed to find them herself, but talented people were like elixirs—they were rare and hard to come by.
"Go ahead and do your thing."
When it comes to recruitment, we can't just focus on external recruitment efforts.
Beiyu No.1 Middle School.
Xu Ran was stunned for a long time after receiving the call, not expecting Yuan Zhuan to come to the school to find him directly.
However, it must be something important, otherwise they wouldn't have come here directly instead of going home.
"Zhuanzhuan, did you go home?" Xu Ran personally picked her up from the school gate and even greeted the gatekeeper, telling him to remember her so that he wouldn't need to report her in the future and could just let her through. The tall security guard was so surprised that his eyes widened, thinking that Madam Xu had secretly given birth to a baby.
"No, I came here because I have something I'd like to talk to you about. After we're done, I'll go have dinner with Aunt Lan."
"Oh?" Xu Ran became a little nervous. Could it be...?
"Uncle, what are you thinking about? Nothing's wrong." Yuan Zhuan smiled, seeing right through Xu Ran's thoughts.
Xu Ran took Yuan Zhuan directly back to his office.
Ten minutes later, Xu Ran stood frozen on the stool, staring at Yuan Zhuan with disbelief, as if he were witnessing a marvelous spectacle.
"So, you started a property management company and opened a shopping mall? A multi-functional supermarket?"
What a genius! How old is she? How did she grow up? What did she eat to grow up like that?
Thinking of his two children, Xu Ran suddenly realized that intelligence is something that is innate and has little to do with what we are born with.
"What kind of talent do you need?" After the initial shock, Xu Ran managed to suppress the turmoil in his heart and returned to the main topic. He might not know many people in other fields, but he knew quite a few talented children. After all, he had been a principal for nearly ten years and had cultivated more than ten classes of talents for the country.
"Management talent, human resources, scheduling ability, accounting, medical, sales manager..." Yuan Zhuan stated his needs.
Yuan Zhuan didn't stay at No. 1 Middle School for long, only an hour, but in that one hour, Xu Ran's worldview was completely overturned. This wasn't a child, this was a prodigy!
Her decision-making ability, her control over her subordinates, and her way of dealing with people all overturned his worldview. She was beyond the reach of ordinary people; as of now, all those who followed her wholeheartedly were elites.
Xu Ran also felt a little fortunate that she met Yuan Zhuan when she was still a nobody. If they had met a few years later, there would have been no place for them by Yuan Zhuan's side.
After surging in intense emotions for a long time, Xu Ran finally calmed down and began to ponder Yuan Zhuan's request when a teacher knocked on the door to report something.
There are quite a few kids who are highly educated, hardworking, and of good character.
Several faces flashed through his mind in succession. Xu Ran found his contact book, which he had kept for many years. It contained photos and contact numbers of the children he admired most.
The Second People's Hospital of Baiyun District, Guangzhou, is a nationally renowned Class A tertiary hospital, ranking among the top in Guangzhou. It is a place teeming with talent, with a large number of graduate and doctoral students. It is a place where the best of the best are selected. The country attaches great importance to and provides preferential treatment to the hospital in terms of both policy and finance. Therefore, every year during graduation season, countless talented people flock to the Second People's Hospital to apply for jobs.
Jiang Zheng is one of them. A graduate of Peking University, one of China's top medical universities, he went abroad on a government scholarship to pursue his master's and doctoral degrees at the Parkinson's Institute in the United States. He published numerous outstanding academic papers and research findings abroad, and was later recruited by a top domestic research institute. He returned to China full of ambition and eager to create a new and meaningful milestone for China's medical system!
The most prestigious research institute in China is the research institute affiliated with the Second People's Hospital of Baiyun District, Guangzhou.
He has been back in China for five years and is now 29. However, everything he has experienced has worn away his spirit and sharp edges. It is impossible to describe in words that his achievements and honors have been repeatedly misattributed.
He poured his heart and soul into his research, but the results that the children protected were easily snatched away time and time again. He, a rural boy with no connections, had no one to reason with.
Everyone told him that this was life, this was his inevitable path, and this was the hardship he had to endure before his transformation.
His teachers and his superiors all advised him to let go, let go, and keep trying, because there is always light ahead.
Heh... It's been five years. Every year, one or two young people who need to "gild" their resumes emerge like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Then they step on his shoulders to become the backbone of the research institute and become big names in academic papers published in international medical journals. He feels like a tireless old ox, working hard but never getting ahead.
Today, after a staff health check, he was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer that had metastasized to his lungs and kidneys.
It's hopeless...
The above means that he can focus on his treatment, and his medical expenses will be covered by the hospital's budget. However, the prerequisite is that he must leave his new research results to the hospital.
Tsk... How ridiculous... They're profiting from human suffering, yet they expect the victims to willingly come to them.
Standing on the Guangsheng Bridge, watching the afterglow of the setting sun, for a moment, Jiang Zheng wanted to jump off.
But for some reason, a sense of resentment surged from the bottom of my heart and I couldn't suppress it.
Why should he leave the research results he obtained with his life to those fools who profit from human suffering?
'Ring ring...' Just as the two little figures in Jiang Zheng's mind were about to fight, the phone rang. It must be the leaders of the hospital wanting to talk to him again. He wanted to hang up, but then a sudden thought came to him: since he wouldn't live much longer anyway, why not live life to the fullest?
So he answered the phone, ready to unleash his pent-up resentment, "Ah Zheng, it's Teacher Xu, do you remember me?"
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