During this period of time, Ji Changmu was really busy at work in New York. Several new products of EM frequently had problems, and he received many customer complaints every day. Ji Changmu knew that although several old financial companies in New York had openly stated that

I have stopped attacking em publicly, but I keep making small moves in private.

When he came back from New York, his work could only be suspended and all the power was given to his assistant.

But compared with his mother, those are not important. His mother is his only relative.

The suicide note left by his father also asked him to take good care of his mother and not to abandon his mother no matter what happened.

Yang Shuzheng had no strength, so she stretched out her hand and gently touched the outline of her son's face.

Ji Changmu fed her medicine.

Although he is in Bincheng, he will still receive calls from New York. Em will set up two branches in Washington next spring to seize the financial market in Washington. If it succeeds in one fell swoop, it will set up branches in various places in the second half of next year.

More branches.

Ji Changmu had been too tired these days, and Ji Changmu's face had a tired look on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were a little dry because he didn't even have time to drink water.

During Yang Shuzheng's infusion, he was sitting on the sofa and accidentally fell asleep.

Yang Shuzheng opened her eyes and saw her son sleeping on the sofa. She was very anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

She wanted to put a blanket on Ji Changmu, but she couldn't move, so she had to press the call button and let the nurse come and put a blanket on Ji Changmu.

Bincheng is dark at night, the inpatient area of ​​the hospital is very quiet, and the windows are well insulated. Yang Shuzheng can hear her own heartbeat.

She didn't do anything, just looked at her son quietly.

I don't know how much longer I can see him.

She was very clear about her situation. She had undergone major heart surgery many years ago. These years had been stolen. Being able to live peacefully for so long was a gift from God.

But after all, she couldn't let go of Ji Changmu, the only son she had with the person she loved most.

Around eight o'clock, Ji Changmu woke up.

Only then did he realize that he fell asleep while reading the email. He stood up, straightened his clothes, walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

The man in the mirror looked haggard, with some green stubble sprouting on his chin, and wrinkles were clearly visible on his white shirt.

Mother's infusion has ended, and the nursing staff has come and tidied the ward.

He peeled an apple for Yang Shuzheng: "Mom, how do you feel today?"

"It's okay. Doctor Zhao also said that he will be discharged from the hospital in two days."

"There's no rush. If you stay here a few more days, leave it to me if you need anything."

"Chang Mu, I wasted your time."

"No." Ji Changmu shook his head slightly, his eyes showing distress for his mother, "Dr. Zhao said you were stimulated, what happened?"

"That day I received a phone call from overseas at the office. He said a lot of unpleasant things. I couldn't catch my breath for a moment... I was too angry and caused you trouble."

"I'm sorry." Ji Changmu probably knew what it meant.

He has made too many enemies outside. This kind of overseas phone call is likely to be made by someone who deliberately bribes his opponent. The place and source of such a call cannot be found. The purpose is very simple. Regular channels cannot disrupt his plans and plans.

Blueprint, then use dirty tricks.

Business competition is often full of dirt and darkness, and investors only care about the results.
Chapter completed!