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Chapter 737 Foot Massage at the Club: A Dialogue with Mu Qizhong
"Brother, be careful."

"Son, don't scare your mother!"

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao, are you alright?"

Xiao Jun's sudden fall nearly caused his mother and sister at the door to cry out, and the doctor and nurses were also startled. The doctor in the white coat quickly called to the nurse next to him to help Xiao Jun up.

Xiao Jun waved his hand and shook his slightly dizzy head.

He only accepted the help of the doctor in the white coat.

He sat down and said, "I'm fine, I just have a bit of low blood sugar, I'll be fine after resting for a while."

To be honest, he didn't eat anything all day.

I didn't eat breakfast this morning.

After a day at sea, I had a salty sea breeze, and on the way back, I was in such a hurry that I didn't eat anything before rushing back to the hospital.

I saw that he was really alright.

The doctor and nurses nodded and went to attend to other matters, while the nurse took away the critical condition notice he had just signed.

Qian Youyou, heavily pregnant, and Xiao Jun's mother, who was holding Xiao Yu, had just walked a little closer from the doorway.

As Xiao Jun's closest relative.

Before they could even ask Xiao Jun what had just happened,
Are you feeling better?

The piercing alarm from the heart monitor suddenly rose and then plummeted, like a choked scream, frozen in the deathly silence of the intensive care unit.

The attending physician put down the pacemaker, wearily removed his mask, looked at Xiao Jun, and shook his head. The silent declaration was more cruel than any words.

Zhao Xiaowan ultimately did not make it through.

The rescue attempt was declared unsuccessful.

Xiao Jun stood frozen against the wall, feeling dizzy and as if his hypoglycemia was about to strike again.

He forced himself to stand upright, tears welling in his eyes, his wife's pale face before him becoming completely still in a blur.

His legs stiffened as he walked forward to the bedside. Trembling, he reached out to touch her face, but only felt its coldness. Tears streamed down his face silently, mixed with his earlier regretful whispers: "Xiao Wan... I... I... I have avenged you. You can go in peace."

Even someone as hard-hearted as him eventually shed tears in public for the woman before him.

“You originally said that you would raise Xiaoyu with me to adulthood, but I will take that as a broken promise. That’s why I hate you. I hate your Zhao family. Your two good brothers drove you to the brink of death and indirectly caused your death. Your father and mother only care about money. They forced you to divorce me when you were critically ill and transferred assets without considering that you had a young son. You were also angered to death by them, weren’t you?”

Xiao Jun clenched his fists, becoming increasingly agitated as he spoke. His anger surged, and he suddenly slammed his fist into the whitewashed wall of the hospital next to him…

"boom."

The wall was punched hard, leaving a clear mark.

The price he paid was that his fist was torn open, bleeding profusely, staining the walls red and dripping onto the hospital floor.

"Mr. Xiao..."

"Quickly, get some medical gauze and bandage Mr. Xiao's wound."

"Beware of sources of infection..."

This is the intensive care unit, and there is a recently deceased AIDS patient lying in bed. When Xiao Jun suddenly became agitated and made a reckless move, punching the wall with his fist and breaking his hand, causing it to bleed profusely, the doctors and nurses were so frightened that they quickly bandaged him up and performed emergency treatment.

“Mr. Xiao, you can’t continue like this, otherwise we will have to ask you to leave. Considering that you are not calm, our hospital cannot allow you to come into contact with Ms. Zhao’s body for the time being.”

The attending physician said seriously to Xiao Jun, "We can understand that the patient's family is unable to face the sudden death of their loved one. However, Ms. Zhao's situation is more complicated. Although she does not believe in death, she still carries the virus and remains a source of infection for a short period of time. Mr. Xiao, I sympathize with Ms. Zhao's passing, but you still have parents and children. You have to consider them. Please think it over."

As she spoke, she glanced at the pregnant young girl and the elderly man holding a child, who were looking at the ward with worried eyes.

Xiao Jun had some regrets after impulsively throwing a punch. As the nurse treated his wound, especially when the iodine was poured onto the cracked wound, he gasped in pain.

I almost screamed.

He immediately gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, his face pale, and said, "It's troublesome. I won't do it again. I will control myself."

The attending physician nodded: "It's good that you can control yourself, Mr. Xiao. Please accept my condolences."

As a doctor, he had seen countless heartbreaks and strange reactions from patients' families. These were all normal. The patient's family in front of him was already quite restrained, considering that they had only punched the wall of the ward and had only injured themselves.

Unlike some patients' families, even if their loved ones have terminal illnesses and know they will die, they still come to the hospital, and in the end, they blame the doctors for being incompetent and quacks who killed their loved ones because they can't be cured.

Some spat at them, some hurled insults, some threw punches, and some even threatened to use knives…

The situation is complicated today because the deceased Ms. Zhao was an HIV patient, and medical staff need to pay extra attention to infection prevention and self-protection.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said those things. If the patient's family members like to vent and can't accept the fact that their loved ones have passed away, then let them vent. Just don't throw your fists at the medical staff who are saving lives.

Qian Youyou and her mother walked in, both genuinely worried about Xiao Jun.

Xiao Jun, however, was still trying to hold on, shaking his head at them: "Mom, take Xiaoyu out first. He's still young and doesn't understand the meaning of life and death. Once someone is dead, it doesn't matter whether we see him or not."

Then he said to Qian Youyou, "Sister, you should go out too."

The most important people in his life were here now; his son, Xiaoyu, was only a little over a year old. His sister was heavily pregnant, and there was no need for them to stay with him in this room filled with sorrow. As the white cloth was pulled over Zhao Xiaowan's head, covering her completely bloodless, pale face, a nurse followed by hospital staff entered, preparing to take the body to the morgue.

"Family of the patient, please accept our deepest condolences!!"

"Okay, let's take him away!"

Xiao Jun closed his eyes.

Outside the door, Madam Qian held Xiao Yu, who was crying, tightly, while holding her pregnant daughter in one hand. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at her son in the ward with a worried gaze.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Old Qian's cloudy eyes blazed with anger. He let out a heavy, cold snort and said, "The Zhao family, what a Zhao family."

This sudden death took away Zhao Xiaowan and the last hope of the Zhao family.

When the news reached the Zhao family villa, Zhao's father was pacing anxiously, leaning on his cane, planning how to kneel down and beg his daughter for leniency the next day.

The shrill ring of the landline shattered his reverie. His eldest daughter, who was staying at the hospital, reported the devastating news in a trembling voice: "Dad... my little sister... is gone..."

Mr. Zhao was struck dumb; his cane clattered to the ground, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

He gazed at the family photo hanging on the wall, and his youngest daughter's innocent and cheerful smile felt like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

Finished!

His last lifeline has sunk, the tax bureau's seven-day deadline is looming, and a 360 million yuan fine looms large. Is this old man really going to have to go back to work as a sewing machine?
In despair, he forced himself to sit up, berated his two ungrateful sons as cowards, and roared, "Sell! Sell the shares! Release the news now... even if it's a fire sale! Anyone can take them... whether it's shares in my Zhao Group or shares in my Little Prodigy Company, as long as someone is willing to make an offer, get in touch with them as soon as possible..."

The Zhao family was in complete chaos, frantically searching for documents and making phone calls, like ants crawling on a hot pan.

time does not wait.

They had to get the fine up at the last minute, or things would get complicated and their entire Zhao family might be finished!

The perfect opportunity to kick a man when he's down has arrived.

At the club, Mu Qizhong, who was enjoying a foot massage from a Russian girl from Eastern Europe, hurriedly lifted his feet, shook off the water droplets on his feet, and rubbed them against the Russian girl's chest.

He turned over and got up barefoot.

When they arrived at Lu Yang's side, "Brother Lu, you guessed right. As expected, no one made it through tonight. Now the Zhao family is in a panic. That old man has spread rumors that he wants to sell some of his shares in the Zhao Group..."

Lu Yang closed his eyes, his head resting on his soft thighs. A young Russian woman was massaging his scalp. By Eastern standards of beauty, she could easily score over 80 points in terms of looks, and her skin was unusually smooth. The key was her exaggeratedly large breasts, which almost pressed against Lu Yang's face.

His two feet, which had just been soaked in hot water, were warm and felt like they were being wrapped in something. Small hands were massaging his calves.

Comfortable.

Lu Yang almost shouted it out.

Indeed, foot washing is the ultimate pleasure for men. If you don't feel that way, it means you haven't washed enough or the place you went to wasn't proper enough. Go a couple more times and wash your feet a couple more times, and you'll find the feeling.

Lu Yang squinted slightly, opening his eyes to a crack, and through the dim light in the room, he could clearly see Mu Qizhong's face. "Brother, didn't I tell you? Now that this matter is in your hands, how come you can't even relax while giving a foot massage?"

Having finally managed to relax, Lu Yang just wanted to unwind.

Noticing that the small hand massaging his scalp was losing pressure and preparing to withdraw, he frowned: "Continue."

Upon hearing this, Mu Qizhong glared at the Russian girl massaging Lu Yang: "What are you standing there for? Keep massaging!"

As he spoke, fearing the new white girl might not understand, he raised his arm and made a very lewd gesture of grabbing her breasts with a dragon claw.

The young white woman dared not slack off. Although she only vaguely understood what she was hearing, she still grasped the general meaning. She dared not disobey her boss's orders, so she quickly lowered her head and continued to massage Lu Yang's scalp.

Mu Qizhong nodded in satisfaction; these new white girls were indeed all of top quality.

He fawned over Lu Yang, saying, "Well, there was a bit of an accident. This old man would rather sell his core shares in the Zhao Group than give up the shares of the little prodigy he's holding onto to help him out. Damn it, I'm worried that if someone is willing to take over... then we've been working for nothing."

The Zhao family has been able to establish itself in Pengcheng for many years, acting arrogantly and domineeringly. They are considered one of the local bigwigs, alongside the Qian family. They also have some profitable businesses. Apart from some gray-market industries, there are quite a few legitimate businesses, most of which are extremely lucrative.

It's hard to guarantee that no one will be envious, and some bold individuals might seize the opportunity to take a bite out of the Zhao family, seeing their decline and powerlessness!
Lu Yang, too lazy to look at his old face, closed his eyes and said, "You can spread the word, representing the interests of all shareholders of Little Prodigy, warning external forces not to take over the Zhao family's Little Prodigy shares. Can't you spread some more rumors? The reason why the Zhao family is being investigated by tax, fire and other departments is actually because of you, Lao Mou, Shenzhen State-owned Assets, Goldman Sachs... you are giving the Zhao family a warning behind the scenes. Play your cards in the open. Now look, do you think anyone will still dare to accept the Zhao Group shares held by the Zhao family?"

They probably don't even have time to hide; it's clear that the Zhao Group is now a hot potato!
Mu Qizhong blushed, realizing that Lu Yang's statement did indeed make sense.

This idea can indeed serve as a warning to those who are tempted to take advantage of others.

only……

Wouldn't this seem a bit unseemly? Too domineering?

Even though he knew Lu Yang had just come up with a shady idea, he was still tempted, but only if he dragged Shenzhen State-owned Assets and Goldman Sachs, these two behemoths, into the mess. They would all share the burden if something went wrong, and it couldn't be just him, Mu Qizhong, taking the lead alone.

Lu Yang said with his eyes closed, "Domineering, isn't that what I want? As for the ugly way you eat, if you successfully take over the Little Divine Power stock in Zhao's hands this time, even if you only get a small piece of the cake, you can easily make another three or five hundred million. What, you think it's not enough? With so much money, can't you let your old Mu listen to a few more idle words from bored people?"

Mu Qizhong chuckled.

Barefoot, he turned and walked away, cursing Lu Yang in his heart as he went: We both make money in a heartless way, but you make it so comfortably without having to do any work and can just watch the show. Damn it, I not only have to do the most work, but I also have to hear the most hurtful words and receive the most hatred from the Zhao family. Damn it, damn it.

He was very unhappy, not only with Lu Yang, but also with Shenzhen State-owned Assets and Goldman Sachs. All these capital parties were ready to take the money and effort, and it was all Lao Mou who provided the funds and labor.

But you should make him give up!

He certainly wasn't willing to give up, because although he contributed the most, he also ended up getting the most. Of the 2.7% stake in Xiaoshentong held by the Zhao family, even after deducting the share they were supposed to take according to the agreement, Mu Qizhong would still receive at least 1% of the total share capital. Even based on the valuation given by the market during the previous Series C funding round, that was worth $5000 million. Moreover, everyone was waiting for the takeoff opportunity of the upcoming IPO.

(End of this chapter)