The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 647: Problems with Yuzheng Group

Yan Bei hung up the phone.

Looking at Yan Jingzhi, "Uncle Liu said again that a man went to the villa to look for my dad yesterday. He is about the same age as my dad. I suspect that my dad should be meeting him."

Yan Jingzhi nodded, "But how can we find that person?"

Yan Bei curled his lips, "No matter whether his relationship with my dad is good or bad, he will definitely show up again."

"Uh-huh."

"..."

Yan Jingzhi chatted with Yan Bei for a while and then prepared to leave.

"Xiaobei, I'll go back first. I'll come see your dad again in two days. I'm relieved to hear that his operation was successful."

"Well, by the way, uncle, how long will you stay in the country?"

"I'm probably going to be away for a long time this time."

Yan Bei raised an eyebrow, "Why does it take so long this time?"

"Because my girlfriend doesn't want to go abroad anymore, she plans to develop in the country."

"Girlfriend? Uncle, have you found a girlfriend?"

"Uh-huh."

"Congratulations, uncle." Yan Bei said with a smile.

"Thank you. Let's meet up sometime. When your father gets better."

"Mmm Good."

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll be leaving first."

"it is good."

……

After Yan Jingzhi left, Yan Bei said, "Qingqing, keep an eye on him for a while while I contact the nurse."

"Okay, go ahead!"

Yan Bei walked out.

He knew that the hospital's nurse station could arrange for caregivers, especially for VIP wards like the one his father was staying in.

Yan Bei went directly to the nurses' station.

"Hello, nurse. I'd like to ask how to hire a professional nurse here."

"Sir, what level do you need?"

"Want the best."

"Excuse me, would you like a male or female nurse?"

"Male nurse."

"Okay, I'll check for you now."

"Well, thank you."

After a moment, the nurse spoke.

"The daily cost of a nurse of the level you need is around one thousand yuan," said the nurse.

"Okay, then arrange one for me!"

"Ok sir."

……

Yan Bei returned to the ward.

Shen Qing asked. "How is it? Have you hired a caregiver?"

"Yeah, the nurse said she would help arrange it."

"Ohh! You can relax a bit after that."

Yan Bei nodded and said, "Wife, you should go home first! I'll wait for the nurse here."

"Okay! Then I'll go back first."

"Uh-huh."

Shen Qing packed up her lunch box and left with it.

. . . . . .

the other side.

Yuzheng Group.

in the office.

Liu Xiaopeng was working in his office when his assistant suddenly walked in.

"Vice President Liu, something bad has happened. There's a problem with our Beiyang Building project!" His voice was trembling with endless panic.

Beiyang Building is invested by Yuzheng Group, which attaches great importance to the Beiyang Building project.

Liu Xiaopeng's face froze instantly. "What's going on?"

"Vice President Liu, the construction progress at the Beiyang Building site is seriously behind schedule, and the originally planned project milestones are far from being completed on time. The construction site is in chaos, with building materials piled up haphazardly, and some construction equipment is idle and unattended."

Liu Xiaopeng slammed the table in anger. "How could this happen?"

"Our manager said the main reason for the delay in project progress was a serious financial dispute between the construction team and the supplier, which led to a disruption in the supply of raw materials, delayed wage payments, and a large number of workers walking off the job."

"Not only that, but the project's quality issues are also worrying. Preliminary inspections by relevant departments have revealed significant safety hazards in some completed building structures, including cracks in the walls and steel bars that don't meet design standards. If these issues lead to a safety incident, the consequences would be disastrous."

Liu Xiaopeng's face turned pale. "How could such a large project end up like this? Our Yuzheng Group's reputation is ruined by this project!"

"Vice President Liu, what should we do?"

"Come on, take me to the scene now." Liu Xiaopeng stood up and walked out of Gu Group.

On the way to the construction site, Liu Xiaopeng hesitated for a long time before finally calling Yan Bei. After all, Yan Bei was the president of Yuzheng Group, and it was he who had bid for the Beiyang Building.

"Xiaobei, is Dad awake?"

"not yet."

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it? Brother."

"Something went wrong with the Beiyang project."

Yan Bei was stunned for a moment, "What happened?"

"The construction team is on strike. There's a financial dispute with the supplier. And the quality is terrible. I'm on my way to the site right now to find out what's going on."

Yan Bei's hand holding the phone trembled a little, "We must find out what exactly caused this." His tone suddenly became serious.

"I see. I'll tell you when I have news. Don't worry too much."

"it is good."

After saying that, Yan Bei hung up the phone.

He slowly sat down. He had put months of hard work into this project.

"How could this happen?" Yan Bei roared inwardly. He had personally made the investment decision for this project, which had consumed a great deal of the company's manpower, material, and financial resources. From the initial market research to the mid-term project implementation, he had poured countless efforts into it. He had confidently hoped that this project would become the wings that would propel the company's performance soar, bringing it huge profits and broader market prospects. But now, there was no telling what was happening.

He clutched his phone tightly. He walked to the window, looking out at the hustle and bustle of traffic. His breathing quickened, his chest heaving violently with each breath. Anger surged deep within him like a volcano, threatening to erupt at any moment.

He wanted to vent his frustration loudly at the city outside the window, but he finally restrained himself. Years of business experience had taught him that anger wouldn't solve any problems. What he needed at this moment was calmness and a rational way to think about how to deal with the situation.

However, behind the anger was a deep sense of self-blame: he blamed himself for being overconfident and not fully considering the potential risks of the project; he blamed himself for not being more cautious in making decisions and overlooking some key details.

This self-blame was like a poisonous snake, constantly gnawing at his heart and causing him unbearable pain.

The possible consequences of project failure kept emerging in my mind.

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