Chapter 117 It Should Be
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the conversation between his father and Special Assistant Zhao in the ward.
"As for the Lianfa project," Pei's father's voice was filled with fatigue that could not be concealed, "you must keep a close eye on it and make sure nothing goes wrong. It was not easy to negotiate this time. If something goes wrong again, the company will suffer a huge loss."
"Don't worry," said Assistant Zhao, "I have revised the plan and will follow up in person at the docking meeting next week. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your health. We will take care of the company's affairs."
"No, no," Pei's father seemed to want to sit up, his voice full of anxiety, "I have all the terms and conditions mentioned by the other party memorized. You don't know the specific situation, so I have to go..."
"Chairman," Assistant Zhao quickly advised, "Please lie down first. I'll write down everything and we'll talk later."
Pei Song stood outside the door, listening to his father explaining the company's affairs, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
Only then did he notice that his father had aged so much without him noticing.
His originally thick black hair had turned mostly gray, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be carved into his skin, and even his tone of voice carried a hint of weakness that he had never noticed.
When did my father, who was always full of vigor and vitality, become so haggard?
Pei Song clenched his fists, took a deep breath and walked into the ward.
My father was still discussing the project details with Special Assistant Zhao. He stopped talking when he saw him come in.
"Dad," he said softly, sitting down beside the bed, "Put aside the company's work for now. Look at you, you've lost weight in just a few days of hospitalization."
Father Pei shook his head: "No, this is a critical period. Lianfa's project is related to the company's strategic layout this year, and there is no room for any mistakes."
"But your body..."
"I'm fine," Pei's father waved his hand. "As I get older, it's inevitable that I'll have some problems. Once this project stabilizes, I'll have a good rest."
Pei Song looked at his father's pale face and felt heartbroken.
He held his father's hand and found that the once strong palm had now become so thin.
"Dad," he said, his voice choking, "your health is the most important thing. No matter how big the company's project is, it is not as important as your health."
At this time, Special Assistant Zhao stood up at the right time and said, "Chairman, I will go back to the company to arrange my work first, and come to see you tomorrow."
After Special Assistant Zhao left, the ward fell into silence.
Pei Song looked at the medicine dripping from the infusion bottle, feeling mixed emotions.
He suddenly realized that his father's persistence might not only be a sense of responsibility to the company, but more of a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.
At this age, he still wants to prove that he can make a living.
This realization made Pei Song's heart ache even more.
It was already 10 o'clock in the evening when I returned home from the hospital.
As soon as the door opened a crack, MAX couldn't wait to stick his head out, and his big tail shook like a propeller.
Seeing that it was Pei Song who came back, she became even more excited, and circled around his legs, making happy whining sounds.
Ever since Pei's father was hospitalized, MAX seemed to sense his master's emotional changes and waited for Pei Song to come home at the door every day.
Pei Song put down his bag and took off his coat.
MAX immediately picked up his slippers and placed them gently at his feet, just as seriously as he had performed previous missions.
"You've been a good kid today too," Pei Song said softly as he put on his slippers, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
MAX tilted his head and looked at him, his wet eyes full of concern.
It moved closer to Pei Song and sniffed cautiously, as if trying to confirm the condition of its master.
Pei Song walked to the sofa and sat down. MAX immediately followed and put his chin on his knees.
"I'm fine," Pei Song touched MAX's head and ran his fingers through its soft hair, "I'm just a little tired."
MAX seemed to understand what he said. He rested his head on Pei Song's knees and stared at him without blinking.
"MAX," Pei Song said suddenly, "Thank you."
MAX raised his head and licked his fingers gently with his tongue, as if to say: "This is what I should do."
Pei Song couldn't help but bury his face in MAX's soft hair and took a deep breath.
The familiar scent of MAX gradually relaxed his tense nerves.
The next day, after sending Special Assistant Zhao away, Pei Song chased him to the hospital corridor and asked, "Special Assistant Zhao, what is the situation with Lianfa's project?"
Assistant Zhao looked around and lowered his voice: "This is a key project for us to enter the Southeast Asian market. Lianfa's supply chain network there is very mature. If we can reach a cooperation, it will be very important to Pei's internationalization strategy."
"How is the progress now?" Pei Song asked.
"The details of the contract have been discussed almost completely," Special Assistant Zhao sighed, "but the other party asked the chairman to personally participate in the follow-up negotiations. They felt that this represented Pei's sincerity."
Pei Song thought for a moment and said, "Well, show me the project information. Although I am at SNK now, maybe I can see some different ideas from an external perspective."
"This..." Special Assistant Zhao was a little embarrassed.
Pei Song said, "How about this, I'll write a confidentiality agreement, and you can have the legal department look it over and give me the information if it's ok. And I'll only give you suggestions, the specific negotiations will still depend on your team."
"That's not necessary." Special Assistant Zhao took out a tablet and called up the information.
After getting the project information, Pei Song would study it until late at night every day when he got home.
He found that although Lianfa’s requirements seemed simple, there were hidden mysteries behind them.
The other party required Pei to invest a large amount of money in building a warehousing and logistics network in Southeast Asia, which was too risky for Pei.
But if the other way around, Lianfa can be connected to Pei's existing supply chain system, it will not only reduce the risk, but also enable the two parties to complement each other's strengths.
Although these suggestions are not as mature as those proposed by Zhao Tezhu and other professional teams, they also provide some new angles for thinking.
"You have indeed gained a new perspective on project analysis after working at SNK," said Zhao. "We will seriously consider these suggestions."
Pei Song no longer asked about the specific progress, that was the work of Special Assistant Zhao's team.
He knew that his abilities were limited, but at least he did his best and shared some of the pressure for his father.
Finally, the day arrived when Pei's father was discharged from the hospital, and Shi Yanchen came specially to pick them up.
"Uncle," he opened the car door for Pei's father, "please take care of your health in the future."
Father Pei smiled and nodded: "I'm sorry to have worried you."
When they arrived at Pei's house, Shi Yanchen helped move things and was about to leave.
"You go back first," Pei Song said, "I'll stay at home for a few days and help Dad with household affairs."
Shi Yanchen nodded: "Then take good care of your uncle." Although he felt a little reluctant, he was considerate and didn't say much.