I'm a chaebol in South Korea

I ate my meal and took a bath.

That night, the two returned to South Korea smoothly. The moment they got into the Brabus car, Cai Songhe saw the barbecue plate placed on the center console armrest box.

"Now, what you want."

Li Zhenyu handed it to Cai Songhe casually and asked her: "Is it the one you used? Take a good look."

Cai Songhe held the iron plate in his hand, flipping it back and forth in surprise and looking at it with novelty. Finally, he laid the iron plate flat and placed it in a position parallel to his eyes, and saw the not obvious crack.

"Probably, it's the one I used..."

Cai Songhe was filled with emotions for a moment, and the things he said before echoed in his heart again and again.

It turns out that you can really play like this.

"Who sent it?"

Cai Songhe held the barbecue plate in her hand. It weighed two to three kilograms, but it seemed as heavy as a mountain in her hand.

I don’t know how many people’s blood was stained on this plate, and how much time and thought was spent on it.

Hearing her ask this, Li Zhenyu looked at Xia Zhuxi, the co-pilot, and asked with a smile: "Secretary Xia, Professor Cai is asking you!"

Such a trivial matter would never reach his ears, so it was not worth his time to listen to a person's name.

"Yes, in reply to Professor Cai...it's the business department director of Fila Company, Han Jiachen."

Fila Group is one of the top 50 large companies. The business minister is already at the top and is the most powerful minister at the top.

Such a person would actually go crazy and grab an iron plate.

Li Zhenyu spread his hands, understandably, "Who knows, maybe I just couldn't think about it for the moment!"

Cai Songhe nodded in confusion, but this could not be justified by Xia Zhuxi, "Professor Cai, our boss is always so humble."

Xia Zhuxi turned around and explained to her with an elegant smile why a big shot like the business manager of Fila would fight for a piece of iron.

In the end, it cost 1 million won to buy its ownership.

"Money~"

What they want is to have a place in Huanyu Investment or Huanyu Capital.

Cai Songhe looked confused and didn't understand the meaning.

Xia Zhuxi was obviously happy to explain to her the profound meaning and value represented by the word "Huan Yu".

The huge profits represented by one seat are enough to make anyone tempted.

Even a big shot like Han Jiachen would be jealous of this.

"That's...how much?"

Limited by her vision and knowledge, Cai Songhe was really unable to derive specific figures from her vague description.

How much money is enough to tempt a big shot like Han Jiachen?

Xia Zhuxi smiled, pushed the flat mirror specially used for decoration, and quickly turned her eyes to Li Zhenyu, as if getting some signal from his flat mirror's face, "Then I will give you a rough number, starting from tens of billions."

"Ten billion... starting?"

Cai Song and everyone are numb. Tens of billions. It would take her 50 years to earn her salary without eating or drinking. The prerequisite is that she can live to be eighty or ninety years old.

And this, in her mouth, is just the beginning. '

"Secretary Xia, it's better not to tell me these things..."

Cai Songhe pushed up his glasses unnaturally, not daring to look at the young face next to him.

Suddenly, his huge shadow in his heart gradually became solid and heavy. Like a giant Buddha, she can't breathe. She doesn't even have the courage to look directly at her. "One seat starts with tens of billions, and he controls the entire company..."

Cai Songhe did not dare and could not continue to think about it, because this was obviously beyond her common understanding.

"Okay, don't talk about these things, say something useful."

Li Zhenyu suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the car, "Songhe, I want to ask your opinion on something."

"I would like to donate a sum of money to the Department of Neurology. Who do you think should be donated to?"

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. He had had similar ideas for a long time, but he had not figured out how to donate at that time.

I believe there is no need to elaborate too much on the benefits of donating.

Social image, influence, public opinion, positive attitude, and relevant tax-free policies.

Not to mention, the tangible rewards that come with donating money, and the invisible rewards that can’t be seen.

Any medicine is great, but neurology undoubtedly stands at the highest point of the medical contempt chain. Most of the difficult and serious diseases that have torn apart countless families are related to neurology.

Therefore, Li Zhenyu wants to donate a sum of money to promote the application and development of neuroscience.

Hearing that he wanted to apply for clinical work, Cai Songhe was the first to think, "Our neurology department at Ludi Hospital is second in the country. But this is not because our doctors' medical skills are not as good as those at Sanxin Central Hospital, and there is insufficient funds. is the biggest problem.”

"If we can have enough funds to expand the neurology department and accept more icemen, I believe it will not be difficult to surpass Sanxin."

When it comes to the fields he is good at, Cai Songhe's performance is completely different from before, and he enters the professional state of a medical professor in one second.

There is no doubt about the strength of Ludi Hospital, and the neurology department is her territory. "I know that the director of your neurology department at Ludi will retire next year. Who will take her place?"

"..."

Cai Songhe hesitated for a few seconds in embarrassment before telling him his name: "It's Professor Qian."

"No."

Li Zhenyu flatly rejected it, and his attitude was even stronger than that of his colleagues in the hospital who couldn't stand Professor Qian.

I thought I needed to explain this matter myself, but now it seems that he understands the current situation of Ludi Hospital better than I thought. 'Could it be that he has done a special investigation? '

He naturally saw the question on Cai Songhe's face, but he had no intention of answering her: "If you take over the position of director of the Department of Neurology, this donation will belong to Lu Di."

"I?"

Cai Songhe pointed at himself and quickly shook his head after confirming that he was right, "I can't do it. My age, qualifications, and seniority are all too far apart. There are many seniors with superb medical skills in the hospital. Everyone will have objections to this."

"200……"

Li Zhenyu raised two fingers, raised his eyebrows and said with a bad smile: "You must not think about this number."

"They will be more angry if you become the director, or if they lose 200 billion in donations, what do you think?"

Cai Songhe's heart trembled, and he was defeated by the reality.

The donation of 200 billion won is a special clinical fund for neurology. With the support of this money, there is so much that can be done.

Research projects that were previously axed can be restarted, and cutting-edge experiments that need to wait can also be accelerated and promoted.

There are also ordinary people who are suffering from diseases and cannot afford medical treatment. Their families can also receive effective treatment.

Even if other departments get a share of the pie, the rest is still an astronomical figure.

Considering how much I can do with the money and how much benefit it can bring to the hospital.

Cai Songhe, who was still considerate of human nature, nodded firmly to him: "Okay, I promise you." (End of Chapter)