Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 779: Zheng Qinghong, Out of the Game_1

Chapter 779: Chapter 779: Zheng Qinghong, Out of the Game_1

"What did you say? Stroke! Bai Xiaocheng, say that again!" Hearing this news, Zheng Honghu suddenly stood, slamming his palm on the table, so forcefully that the lid of the teacup jumped.

The piercing voice through the phone truly gave Bai Xiaocheng a shudder.

Zheng Honghu’s previous calm and detached demeanor was swept away, replaced by shock and urgency.

Although they were half-brothers, Zheng Qinghong was his blood brother after all!

"Mr. Zheng, don’t be too anxious, don’t get too excited. The doctor said it’s a mild, mild stroke! It was just induced by excessive fatigue, and it was detected very promptly! It’s not difficult to recover!" Bai Xiaocheng quickly explained over the phone.

If he didn’t clarify quickly, who knows how Zheng Honghu might explode in anger, and even he, the bearer of the news, might be affected.

"Mild, and he can recover?!"

Hearing this, Zheng Honghu’s furious breath halted abruptly, his voice urgent, "Good! Bai Xiaocheng, you stay there and keep an eye on him for me, make them use the best medicine, the best experts... No, transfer him to another hospital immediately after he’s stabilized! Money is not an issue!"

For brothers not of the same mother, to do this much was really not easy. Even Bai Xiaocheng was moved.

"Yes, I will keep watch! But..." Over the phone, Bai Xiaocheng’s tone suddenly became hesitant.

"Speak!" Zheng Honghu barked.

"Mr. Zheng, even in his coma, there was a time he could speak and he was still rambling about work. And, the doctor said the stroke was caused by excessive overwork, I’m afraid his state of mind might affect the treatment," Bai Xiaocheng said.

"How could he be so reckless!" Zheng Honghu’s voice was filled with unstoppable distress, then confusion followed, "How could it be overwork? Everything was smooth sailing in the past two months, and this month has only just begun, not even twenty days in. How could he have a stroke from work-related overwork? Tell me, what exactly happened?!"

Zheng Qinghong knew his brother’s situation was delicate, he had asked for help only once and then fought on his own, without even reporting back.

Bai Xiaocheng dared not conceal the truth and immediately recounted the approach Zheng Qinghong adopted in the final stage.

"In the past twenty days, Mr. Zheng has been on the road non-stop, without any good sleep, eating very little, often suffering from headaches, shortness of breath, prone to irritability, and he has also lost a lot of weight. The key issue is that the psychological pressure on him was immense."

After finishing, Bai Xiaocheng added another sentence.

The actual circumstances were more than ten times worse than what Bai Xiaocheng had described.

Imagine, Zheng Qinghong, a proud son of heaven, competing against others, only to discover halfway that he had made a foolish move, so foolish that he didn’t even need someone else’s hand to be brought to the brink of self-destruction.

That anger, despair, unwillingness, and anxiety tormented him every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

Under such an accumulation of negative emotions like a rolling snowball, how could one not collapse?

Excessive fatigue was perhaps just a medical explanation.

"How could Qinghong be so foolish, why didn’t he discuss it with me!"

Zheng Honghu knew there were problems with that strategy as soon as he heard it; he was both angry and heartbroken.

"Wait! Mr. Zheng, the results are out!" Bai Xiaocheng suddenly said.

There was a flurry of noise over the phone, then Bai Xiaocheng’s voice came through again, tinged with relief, "Nothing serious! The doctor says all the conditions are the best they could be, recovery will also be the best!"

Zheng Honghu let out a breath, his expression easing.

More noise from the phone, and then Bai Xiaocheng’s wry voice, "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng... is asking about work again..."

"Work, work, does he not care about his life!" Zheng Honghu roared, "You tell him, I’m stopping his selection process, tell him to give up on that idea!"

Doing so would certainly agitate the patient, but it was better than torturing him continuously. Another ten days of this torment, and his brother would truly be finished!

"Ah, stop, stop the..." Bai Xiaocheng exclaimed in shock.

"You coordinate with the doctors, and under the influence of sedatives, tell him this news. Then, say one more thing—" Zheng Honghu said, "You tell him, I said, ’The positions of ten provincial industry heads are not worth my brother’s life’!"

...

After ending the call with Bai Xiaocheng, Zheng Honghu sat down, his gaze fixed on one spot, lost in thought.

"This selection lacks the right time, the advantage of location, and the support of people! Perhaps giving up is the best choice!"

"However, if we give up the selection, we can’t let the benefits slip away!" Zheng Honghu’s eyes suddenly lit up with a glint as he raised his head again.

In Zhongjing, at the villa district by Moon Lake, at the home of Chen Jiuzheng.

Mu Beichen had just arrived and was called into the study by Chen Jiuzheng, where he sat down on the sofa.

Chen Jiuzheng personally went to pour him tea, smiling from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Jiuzheng, your rush to find me must mean there is some good news?" Mu Beichen couldn’t help but smile seeing Chen Jiuzheng’s demeanor.

"Not just one piece of good news, but two!" Chen Jiuzheng held up two fingers and then paused, thinking, "Or perhaps three!"

"Oh?" Mu Beichen’s expression showed curiosity, "Then go on, I’m all ears."

Chen Jiuzheng settled himself and smiled at Mu Beichen.

"First off, I reported to the Affairs Department exactly as you advised, word for word. As you expected, the Affairs Department has decided not to hold you accountable and has recognized your current achievements!"

Mu Beichen smiled.

This was within his expectations.

But indeed, it was also a cause for celebration!

"Secondly, your strongest competitor Zheng Qinghong has been hospitalized, they say he suffered a stroke!"

"What!"

Chen Jiuzheng’s second piece of news took Mu Beichen by surprise, and he was somewhat in disbelief.

"Zheng Qinghong being hospitalized due to a stroke, is this information reliable?"

"Reliable! The news has already spread throughout the Affairs Department, and moreover, there’s someone who has confirmed it for us!" Chen Jiuzheng said with a mysterious smile.

Who? Mu Beichen looked at Chen Jiuzheng doubtfully.

Chen Jiuzheng seldom spoke in such an enigmatic manner when conversing with him, as he was usually very direct and straightforward.

Unless, this person was extraordinary...

"Zheng Honghu!" Chen Jiuzheng revealed the answer.

"Zheng Honghu!" Mu Beichen exclaimed in shock.

Isn’t that the Senior Affairs Officer, someone with the same rank as Chen Jiutian, but with even slightly more authority!

And more so, he is Zheng Qinghong’s own brother, how could he possibly confirm such news to the Chen Family!

There was something unusual here...

Mu Beichen immediately looked at Chen Jiuzheng.

With a knowing smile, Chen Jiuzheng continued, "Well then, let’s move on to the third matter!"

While he spoke, Chen Jiuzheng leaned forward, even lowering his voice.

This was his study, a place for discussing secrets, and yet now, he involuntarily adopted such a posture.

That indicated that what he was about to disclose might be something of great significance.

Mu Beichen also couldn’t help but become serious, leaning in to listen.

"Tonight, Zheng Honghu is hosting a banquet for Tian and has matters to discuss! Tian said there might be a surprise!"