When Wang Hailin explained to Ye Yun about taking him and Lin Shiyou to the auction, and the short-selling matter, his father, Wang Weiguo, was unexpectedly distraught.
"Dad? Dad?" Wang Hailin asked, seeing Wang Weiguo in a daze.
"Hailin, you're saying Ye Yun gave over a hundred million in assets to Meiling to short-sell Haixin Group for him, and also had you all operate with him?" Wang Weiguo's shock was undeniable.
"Yes, Dad. I also thought he was crazy. Although our relationship with the Li family isn't great, I have to admit that Haixin Group is booming, and the market situation is excellent. I really don't understand why Mr. Ye has the guts to short-sell Haixin Group at this time," Wang Hailin said, mustering his courage and speaking softly, not knowing what had happened.
Wang Meiling, standing beside them, chimed in, "Dad, this is true. The five of us pooled seven hundred million, which is all with me now, and it's all been invested in the stock market to short-sell Haixin."
However, Wang Weiguo couldn't listen to what they were saying. At this moment, his mind was filled with what Xiao Wu had told him a few days ago. Haixin Group was the protective umbrella behind Xian Shang Ren Jian! And now, Xiao Wu had already mobilized police forces from surrounding cities to surround Xian Shang Ren Jian! Once the police deployment was complete, this malignant tumor of Jinling's underworld, Xian Shang Ren Jian, would inevitably be eradicated! Along with it, Haixin Group would fall into an abyss. However, he, and a few others, were the only ones who knew about this matter!
But how did Ye Yun know? And to have the audacity to short-sell Haixin Group with all his assets? Could it really be metaphysics? Thinking of how Ye Yun had read Wang Hailin's fortune last time, Wang Weiguo hesitated. He had always scoffed at feudal superstitions. But now? Had Xiao Wu's side leaked the information? He couldn't figure it out.
"Grandpa? Grandpa? What's wrong?" Seeing Wang Weiguo frozen, Wang Wenwen quickly urged him.
"Nothing, it's nothing." Recovering, Wang Weiguo said, "Hailin, tomorrow, invite Mr. Ye to our home. I have some things I want to ask him."
Regardless of the reason, he had to find out. If Ye Yun had indeed foreseen it through metaphysics, then so be it. If someone had leaked the information, that would be a serious matter! If Xian Shang Ren Jian were to become vigilant, who knew if those ruthless criminals would be armed! In the event of violent resistance, if it caused unnecessary casualties, that would be a huge problem!
However, as soon as Wang Weiguo finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Instantly, his face turned pale, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Dad!" "Grandpa!" Seeing the unsteady Wang Weiguo, the Wang family members were shocked and rushed forward to support him. But Wang Weiguo's legs still gave way, and he fainted.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" "Quick, quick, quickly call Dr. Zhou!" In an instant, the Wang family compound was in chaos.
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In one of the rooms in the Wang family residence, Wang Weiguo lay on the bed, completely unconscious, his face ashen, looking haggard. Only his furrowed brow indicated the great pain he was enduring. By Wang Weiguo's bedside, a middle-aged man in a white coat was examining him. Standing beside him was an assistant, a young girl of similar age to Wang Wenwen, also in a white coat. Not only were they of similar age, but the assistant's appearance was not much inferior to that of the famous star Wang Wenwen. However, compared to Wang Wenwen, there was a scholarly air about her, making it clear at a glance that she was a student. After Dr. Zhou administered a few injections, Wang Weiguo's complexion improved, his tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing that Wang Weiguo had calmed down, Wang Wenwen asked worriedly, "Dr. Zhou, how is my grandfather?"
Hearing Wang Wenwen speak, Dr. Zhou handed the syringe to his assistant, stood up, looked at Wang Weiguo, and sighed. "Old Mr. Wang has old injuries, his blood vessels are aging, and multiple organs are starting to fail. I just gave him some glucose and a sedative to let him sleep for a while." "His chronic illness has relapsed, and his body can't take it anymore. He can only last two or three more days. You... should prepare for the funeral."
"!!!!" Hearing Dr. Zhou's words, the three members of the Wang family were struck by lightning. What! Grandpa (Dad) won't live for three days? Wang Wenwen burst into tears on the spot. How could she forget that Grandpa was always so dignified in front of others, but to her, he was a kind and benevolent old man. When she was little, she often rode on his back like a horse. And now? Grandpa only had two or three days left to live!
"I don't want to, I don't want to, Grandpa! Grandpa!" Stumbling, Wang Wenwen was about to rush to hug Wang Weiguo.
"Wenwen, let Dad rest for a while," Wang Meiling, being a few years older than Wang Wenwen, had a more mature mindset and quickly stopped her. However, her eyes were also red, and tears flowed uncontrollably. The old man was the true pillar of the family. Now that this pillar was gone... No, it was all her fault. If she hadn't been so stubbornly single and had settled her marriage affairs earlier, perhaps the old man could have held on for a few more years!
"Auntie, sob sob sob!" The two women embraced, crying like fountains.
Watching this scene, the young assistant beside Dr. Zhou was also deeply moved and whispered, "Dad, they're so pitiful, why don't we help them."
"Alas, Xiao Ya, do you think I don't want to help? Old Mr. Wang has served the country and the people his entire life, dedicating himself until death. I, Zhou Hongcai, also admire such a person greatly, but I am truly powerless." Compared to his own daughter, Zhou Hongcai was much calmer. Having been a doctor for most of his life, he had seen too many scenes of life and death and was already accustomed to them.
"Aren't you a great luminary in the medical field? You even went to the US for exchanges and were respected there. Can't you do anything about Old Mr. Wang's condition?" said Zhou Xiaoya.
"Old Mr. Wang is actually not suffering from a disease, but from old injuries sustained on the battlefield, which have led to the degeneration of his bodily functions. One cannot regain youth. If his organs are failing, can you save him?" Zhou Hongcai said softly.
Uh. Hearing this, Zhou Xiaoya fell silent. She herself was a postgraduate student at a medical university. Although she was still studying, her theoretical knowledge was definitely extensive. After hearing her father's explanation, she also knew that Wang Weiguo was beyond saving. She had seen similar cases in books. People with many old injuries would feel abnormal joint pain on rainy days, even in middle age. Surviving to Old Mr. Wang's age was already quite remarkable.
As the father and daughter whispered, Wang Hailin stood frozen, tears streaming from his eyes, and said, "Wenwen, Meiling, stop crying. Dad wouldn't want to see us like this." At this moment, Wang Hailin seemed to have truly matured, no longer the spoiled son of privilege. After all, if Old Mr. Wang passed away, he would be the pillar of the entire Wang family. Although his heart was still heavy with grief, he knew he couldn't lose his composure at this time. Seeing his sister and daughter weeping, Wang Hailin instinctively reached into his pocket for tissues. He froze on the spot!