The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

When Lin Ming drove to Zhou's compound, it was almost 3pm.

At this time, Zhang Hao also called.

"Boss Lin."

Zhang Hao said, "We have already secured financing for Sparrow Media and have just signed the contract."

"Did you lead the team yourself?" Lin Ming asked.

"Well, this is not a trivial matter after all." Zhang Hao said.

During this period, several companies under Lin Ming's control have been recruiting talents.

Either through friends' introductions or directly through headhunting companies.

Of course.

There are also many newcomers who have just joined the workplace, with average resumes but high cultural level.

At least for now.

In terms of manpower, it is no longer as stretched as before.

The department personnel are basically all there, it's just a matter of how many.

"What did Pang Sheng say?" Lin Ming asked.

"Boss Pang signed very happily, probably because Boss Lin had communicated with Boss Pang before."

After Zhang Hao finished speaking.

He added: "We haven't left the Sparrow Media meeting room yet. Mr. Pang is next to me. If Mr. Lin needs it, I can give him the phone."

Lin Ming thought for a moment and lit a cigarette beside the car.

"Give him the phone."

"Mr. Lin."

Soon, Pang Sheng's voice came from the other end of the phone.

It sounded a little tired and a little unwilling.

But more of it was helpless.

"What's Mr. Pang's mood now?" Lin Ming asked.

"I've been busy for most of my life, and now I can be considered to have achieved financial freedom. If Mr. Lin must ask me how I feel, maybe I'm just relaxing." Pang Sheng said.

Lin Ming smiled: "Someone once told me that capital is so cruel. Mr. Pang should not stick to these things. You have a broader business landscape in your mind, right?"

Pang Sheng said nothing.

Capital is so cruel...

This sentence is clearly what he said!

Lin Ming added: "There are no eternal friends in the world, only eternal interests. Although Phoenix Capital has completed the financing of Sparrow Media, Mr. Pang still has the right to operate Sparrow Media."

"I like to be a hands-off boss. I will have to rely on Mr. Pang to support Sparrow Media in the future."

It sounds like a request.

But in fact, the words are full of the taste of the master.

It's not that Lin Ming really holds a grudge and has to press Pang Sheng to the ground.

But for a person like Pang Sheng, he should not be given any hope!

Otherwise, his extinguished thoughts will still rise again.

As long as Pang Sheng still wants to make money by relying on Sparrow Media, he should understand who is the owner of Sparrow Media now!

"Mr. Lin, in this situation, I will tell you something from the heart."

Pang Sheng sighed.

Then he said: "I founded Sparrow Media. I stumbled and took many detours before. Now I finally have some achievements, but..."

"Of course, Mr. Lin, please don't misunderstand me. I don't mean anything else."

"I just want to tell Mr. Lin that I have always regarded Sparrow Media as my own child."

"In the future, the power of Sparrow Media will be handed over to Phoenix Capital. I hope Mr. Lin can make it more and more brilliant."

This tone is like the setting sun, full of desolation.

Only Lin Ming said: "I said that I will not interfere in the operation of Sparrow Media unless it is really necessary."

"But even if it really comes to that time, the advice I give must be for the good of Sparrow Media, otherwise, wouldn't my money be wasted, right?"

"Mr. Pang, it is important for people to know themselves."

"How much ability you have, how much food you eat, this is my last advice to Mr. Pang."

"Take care of yourself!"

The voice fell.

Lin Ming hung up the phone and stomped out the cigarette butt on the ground.

Everything about Sparrow Media was actually within his expectations.

As long as Pang Sheng was a smart man, he would know what to do.

Lin Ming had the courage to fight to the death, but Pang Sheng would never have that!

Walking into the Zhou family compound.

Lin Ming saw Zhou Wennian sitting on the recliner at a glance.

The old man did not lie to him.

When he breathed, he felt as if his nose was blocked by something, and Lin Ming felt very uncomfortable.

And Zhou Wennian should have a sore throat, and he kept coughing, and his words gave Lin Ming a feeling of asthma.

"Grandpa."

Lin Ming walked forward and frowned, "It's so cold, don't you know to wear more clothes? How can you catch a cold?"

"I'm old, and my body is useless!"

Zhou Wennian sat up: "OldI was wearing so many clothes that I felt uncomfortable no matter what I did. The temperature of the floor heating at home was OK, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Who knew I would catch a cold?"

After that.

Zhou Wennian smiled again: "But I'm not afraid of catching a cold now. My eldest grandson has already developed a nemesis for cold germs. What else is there to worry about?"

Lin Ming shook his head and took out the special cold medicine.

It was the kind that hadn't been packaged yet, and it didn't have any medicine shape. It looked like an ordinary medicine.

"Is this the special cold medicine?"

Zhou Wennian looked at it from left to right, with surprise on his old face.

"Take it quickly. I brought you 20 pills. I'll take a look later."

Lin Ming said, and poured Zhou Wennian a cup of hot water.

"Didn't you say you can chew it directly?" Zhou Wennian said.

"It's OK. It's a little sweet. Try it. "Lin Ming said.

Zhou Wennian immediately laughed and said, "From your tone, it seems like you are giving me some delicacies from the mountains and the sea."

Lin Ming rolled his eyes and said, "I think you are not feeling well enough!"

In fact, he was also very much looking forward to the efficacy of the special cold medicine.

Before, he had only heard Zhang Kuang and others talk about it, but he had never really seen a clinical trial.

This is Zhou Wennian's first 'patient' that he witnessed with his own eyes.

A crisp sound of crunching came out of Zhou Wennian's mouth.

He didn't swallow it in a hurry, as if he was tasting the taste of this special cold medicine.

"Well, it's similar to those normal cold medicines." Zhou Wennian said.

Lin Ming said helplessly, "Grandpa, this is medicine. It's already very good to have such a powerful effect. Do you still want to taste the taste of lobster and king crab?"

"Stinky boy, I'm just talking, you're not happy with it? "Zhou Wennian said with a smile.

It will take three hours to recover.

So Zhou Wennian has no obvious signs of improvement at present.

Lin Ming did not plan to leave now, and talked to Zhou Wennian about pricing.

"There is only one pill in a box, and our current price is 219 per box. Do you think it is appropriate?" Lin Ming asked.

He knew that Zhou Wennian must be concerned about this, after all, it directly affects the patient's financial ability, so he said it first.

Zhou Wennian's status is different, and discussing the price with him is also a kind of respect for him.