Chapter 92 - 77: Wangjiang Building

Chapter 92: Chapter 77: Wangjiang BuildingZhan Aihua is not part of the system, but he understands the intricate internal relationships. After listening to Gao Xinhua’s complaints, Zhan Aihua said, "There’s something I’ve never mentioned to you. Last week, Zhao Feiyang visited Nanjiang and arranged a dinner at Qinghuai Residence, inviting Huayuan Group’s Vice President Duan Yuanhong."

Gao Xinhua was taken aback. If he hadn’t just vented so much, Zhan Aihua probably wouldn’t have brought this up. But what does this mean? Huayuan Group is a renowned listed company, owning two listed companies, yet they don’t seem to have any connection to healthcare.

Zhan Aihua noticed Gao Xinhua’s confusion and quietly reminded, "Huayuan Group’s performance hasn’t been good these past two years; they’re undergoing a transition. As far as I know, their future development will focus on the health industry, a project Duan Yuanhong is responsible for."

Huayuan Group venturing into the health industry? Then the connection between Zhao Feiyang and them could be reasonably explained. Zhao Feiyang is very ambitious, boldly stating at the hospital’s weekly meeting that during his tenure, he aims to achieve Changxing’s second leap, surpassing other hospitals in Dongzhou City, changing Dongzhou’s medical landscape, breaking the current model, and establishing a 21st-century new medical paradigm.

Previously, Gao Xinhua thought Zhao Feiyang was young and impetuous, aggressive in his actions, and even considered him somewhat boastful. But now he suddenly realized that Zhao Feiyang was already preparing for everything he had said.

The fundamental reason for the temporary halt in Changxing’s Phase II expansion is still funding. Given Changxing’s current operating conditions, it cannot secure the desired loan amount from the bank. Zhao Feiyang’s vision for the Phase II project is not just expansion; his guiding principle is clear: if it’s to be built, it has to be a leading ward building in Dongzhou, even leading within the province.

In Gao Xinhua’s view, the land constraints of Phase II and Changxing’s economic situation cannot support Zhao Feiyang’s ambitions, so did Zhao Feiyang think about leveraging external forces? Yet, Changxing is a large public comprehensive hospital, and there’s no precedent for public hospitals partnering with private enterprises in Dongzhou. Even if Huayuan Group has strong capabilities, once public and private interests are involved, things become extremely sensitive.

Gao Xinhua pondered for a long time, realizing the cigarette in his hand was almost burnt out.

Zhan Aihua handed him another cigarette, bringing him back to reality with a bitter smile, "Indeed, I’m getting old, wandering off so easily."

"You’re not old; you’re just absent-minded."

Zhan Aihua lit the cigarette for him and offered a piece of advice: "Zhao Feiyang is aggressive; you’re content with the status quo. Over time, conflicts will inevitably arise. The old commander bestowed kindness upon you, and you might find yourself in a dilemma."

Gao Xinhua sighed, "You indeed know me the best. Since you see through everything, why not give me some advice."

"If you don’t want to be in the same boat, just watch from the shore."

Xu Chunliang found that Cheng Xiaohong was right. This kind of internal industry training is akin to a public-funded retreat. Training lectures are scheduled for the morning, with free discussions in the afternoon, essentially giving everyone time off. Even the morning training is just a formality with roll calls, allowing people to slip away whenever they wish.

On the first afternoon of training, Xu Chunliang visited Nanjiang Normal University to meet Bai Mushan, who teaches in the history department. Without Bai Mushan’s current phone number, he didn’t make an appointment in advance, only to find out Bai Mushan was in Capital City for an academic conference on oracle bones.

Xu Chunliang left a letter handwritten by his grandfather, asking security to pass it on, hoping Bai Mushan would contact him upon receiving it.

Xu Chunliang also took the opportunity to visit the nearby Nanjiang Museum, whose oracle bone inscriptions collection is much more extensive than that of the Dongzhou Museum, hoping to find something of interest.

While wandering alone in the museum, he received a call from a stranger. Xu Chunliang stepped outside to answer; it was Mo Han, calling to thank him and extend an invitation.

The patient Xu Chunliang rescued on the high-speed train, Luan Yuchuan, wanted to express gratitude to the three of them and arranged a dinner at Wangjiang Building for that evening.

Normally, out of respect, invitations are extended days in advance. Mo Han explained that due to Li Jia Kuan’s departure tomorrow, the schedule was tight, and Luan Yuchuan specifically requested his presence at the dinner, hoping Xu Chunliang would attend no matter what.

Given the enthusiastic invitation, Xu Chunliang agreed. Mo Han confirmed his current location, promising to arrange someone to pick him up.

Xu Chunliang noted that it was already 4:30 PM, agreeing to be met at the museum exit in an hour.

When Xu Chunliang exited the museum, it started to drizzle, a misty, fog-like rain obscuring the surroundings.

He quickly walked to the exit, seeing Mo Han holding a transparent umbrella, like a graceful lavender lotus blossoming in the misty rain, unexpected she came personally.

Xu Chunliang ran over to Mo Han, who raised the umbrella to shield his head from the fine rain.

Xu Chunliang smiled, "Don’t worry about me, the rain isn’t heavy."

"You’re President Luan’s esteemed guest. If I neglect you, President Luan will blame me." Mo Han, wearing sunglasses, her face as pale as ever and her voice pleasant yet lacking warmth.

Xu Chunliang took the umbrella and took on the task of holding it himself, estimating Mo Han’s height around 1.68 meters, with a perfect figure, long legs, balancing beauty and temperament.

They got into a black G-Class vehicle, Xu Chunliang admired its square and robust look. He noticed Mo Han seemed particularly fond of black, from her attire to the vehicle, everything in the same color, though black was cool, it seemed somewhat monotonous, contrasting her paleness more.

Mo Han appeared just over twenty, should be vibrant and colorful spring, but outwardly displayed an autumnal desolation.

"Mr. Xu, how many years have you been practicing Chinese medicine?"

"I’m not a doctor!" Xu Chunliang said honestly.


Mo Han fell silent. This person was too deceitful. She didn’t continue to inquire, instead reaching out to turn on the music. A soothing piano melody echoed inside the car.

Xu Chunliang didn’t actively chat with her either, browsing the rainy street scene through the car window.

Midway, Li Jia Kuan called, asking if he was coming over in the evening. Xu Chunliang told Li Jia Kuan he was already on the way. Li Jia Kuan said he might be a bit late as he was with his son looking at houses.

Wangjiang Building is located north of the Yangtze River, requiring a passage through an underwater tunnel. If the roads weren’t congested, one could cross the Yangtze in minutes; in the past, relying solely on boats, it was impossible to cross such a broad expanse in under an hour.

Xu Chunliang couldn’t help but marvel at the speed of social development. Many things in today’s world were unimaginable in his past living era.

The mountains and rivers remain, but things have changed.

The car entered the underwater tunnel, and the light dimmed. Xu Chunliang closed his eyes.

Catching a sidelong glance from Mo Han, Xu Chunliang’s expression was utterly absorbed, seemingly entirely lost in the music.

Xu Chunliang’s real focus wasn’t on the music itself but on Mo Han’s breathing. Her breathing was smooth and long, barely audible, a characteristic of those practicing qi cultivation.

Xu Chunliang tried to catch her heartbeat. But now, as his inner strength decreased, his hearing wasn’t as sharp as before. Despite trying, he couldn’t hear Mo Han’s heartbeat.

Xu Chunliang once personally saved Luan Yuchuan and was very familiar with his physical condition, affirming that Luan Yuchuan wasn’t a practitioner. He wondered what kind of relationship Mo Han and Luan Yuchuan had?

In the southern mountains and northern waters called "yang," Wangjiang Building isn’t a historical relic but a modern construction at the beginning of this century, an imitation ancient architecture built by the river and mountains. Using traditional techniques, with a bluestone base and wooden structure, the building employed mortise and tenon joints throughout, embodying much ancient charm. Due to its remote location, no tourists were nearby.

Mo Han parked the car, and Xu Chunliang pushed the door open to disembark, standing on the parking lot’s platform, casting a southern gaze across the muddy river waters.

Mo Han closed the car door. The rain was about to stop, so she didn’t use an umbrella.

Xu Chunliang said, "Why is the river so murky?"

"It’s always like this when it rains. It’s better when the weather is clear," Mo Han, accustomed to the views along the banks, didn’t even bother glancing at the river.

Xu Chunliang nodded. The Yangtze River in his memory wasn’t like this.

Then, a black Audi Q5 arrived, driven by Xu Donglai, with his wife Yan Hongying accompanying him.

Xu Chunliang and Mo Han waited for them to dismount so they could go in together.

Seeing Xu Chunliang again, Xu Donglai was enthusiastic, striding forward to shake his hand vigorously: "Didn’t I say? Fate would bring us together again."

Xu Chunliang didn’t remember him saying that, but he smiled and concurred: "Director Xu had foresight."

Xu Donglai introduced Xu Chunliang to his wife. Yan Hongying had already heard about their collaboration in saving someone on the high-speed train and couldn’t hide her admiration for Xu Chunliang: "I didn’t expect Mr. Xu to be so young."

Xu Donglai laughed: "Who would have thought? Xiaoxu, where’s Old Li?"

Though it was just their second meeting, they felt quite close and familiar with each other. Such feelings are common since humans usually form a marvelous bond after going through storms together; they were no exception.

Xu Chunliang told them about Li Jia Kuan being late because he was viewing houses.

Mo Han invited them inside to talk since there was still some light, scattered rain falling from the sky.

Upon entering Wangjiang Building, they realized they were the only guests for the evening. Luan Yuchuan showed enough sincerity. Such a grand gesture also demonstrated his substantial strength.

Born and raised in Nanjiang, Xu Donglai had heard a bit about Wangjiang Building. It’s reportedly one of Nanjiang’s top business clubs, with an ordinary meal costing over two thousand yuan per person. Bringing his wife, he not only considered needing a designated driver after drinking but also wanted her to experience it.

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