A director standing on Ji Zehao's side said: "Director Cheng, you are right. You don't even count how much money we spent every year investing in the medical departments of major schools. We still need to build medical schools. There is no way."

Can it be done with billions, let alone cultivating a professional team? Then you calculate how much dividends we have left every year."

For many directors, dividends are on everyone's mind.

Director Cheng smiled and said, "When Mr. Ji was here before, he also thought the same way and believed that it was imperative to establish a medical school. Think about it, are we people short of money? What we are short of is reputation. After a hundred years, we will

We have long since turned into loess, but the medical school we established can still stand in China, and the major breakthroughs our company has made in medicine can make significant contributions to mankind."

Ji Zehao seemed to have heard a joke: "Pull him down, we people don't have such great dreams. It's not that easy to conquer cancer. Tens of billions of foreign investments are invested every year. Do you think we can conquer it?"

"As long as we work hard, medicine will make progress. No one is sick yet. Take Chairman Chen here for example. Your father died of late-stage cancer last year. If there is a chance to cure cancer, how can your father be 60?"

He died at the age of 18."

Director Cheng's words silenced many people.

Most of the people present were definitely not short of money.

Even many older directors have more money than they can spend in a few lifetimes.

What they fear is death.

Ning Xiaoxiao has been watching silently.

She can probably understand why Director Cheng chose to follow Ji Ziyuan's old path.

Because someone of his age understands the mentality of many directors.

Ji Zehao represents wealth and interests.

Director Cheng represents reputation and life.

Soon, when the vote was taken by show of hands, Director Cheng was leading by two votes.

In the end, Ning Xiaoxiao also chose to support Director Cheng.

Ji Zehao was furious on the spot and even slapped the table and stood up, "Ning Xiaoxiao, my son became disabled because of you, how dare you support Director Cheng."

"Why can't she support it?" Cheng Dong challenged him back.

"Did you guys reach some kind of deal in private?" Ji Zehao said fiercely, "How much did the Cheng family give you?"

"Even if I don't support it, Director Cheng will win."

Ning Xiaoxiao looked at Ji Zehao calmly, "I'm sorry for the pie you drew for everyone. I only see the immediate benefits. Ten years later, if foreign countries make breakthroughs in medical technology, Ji will have to spend huge sums of money to beg them."

Give us such a tiny bit of knowledge, and this knowledge is not unique. If you don't buy it, other companies will buy it, and Ji's family will go downhill. You have to think about future generations."

Ning Xiaoxiao's words made many people standing on Ji Zehao's side in the conference room frown and seemed to be wavering.

"As long as we make enough money, are we afraid that future generations will have no money to spend?" Ji Zehao slapped the table in annoyance.

"If we have our own hospital and an advanced medical team to develop technology, we will never have to ask anyone. Our future generations can use this technology to create a steady stream of wealth. In the future, the history of medicine will also be recorded in a certain

The conquest of medicine came from Ji's efforts."

After a pause, Ning Xiaoxiao added: "In addition, the relevant departments are not very satisfied with the Ji family now. If we can make some contributions, they can change their view of the Ji family."

Ji Zehao scolded: "The dissatisfaction of the relevant departments with Ji is not caused by you alone."

"I only talk about what's at hand." Ning Xiaoxiao retorted.

"Ning Xiaoxiao, a woman like you will not die well." Ji Zehao's eyes widened.


Chapter completed!