The current Yan Jun's status was no longer as simple as just a member of the Yan family.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, disrespecting a country's president, Yan Jun wanted to see if Zhao Xiong had the guts!
Before he had even walked into the main hall, a slightly plump middle-aged man led a group of secretaries to welcome him.
"What brings you here, chairman? " The person who spoke was none other than Zhao Xiong.
He wore a formal three-piece suit. He was in his fifties, and his hair was not bald, but it was not considered thick. His figure was slightly plump, and he was not particularly fat.
The only thing was that this voice gave people an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It must have helped him a lot in his business journey.
From the moment he came out, he had been holding a handkerchief in his hand, constantly wiping his neck and the corner of his mouth.
Yan Jun glanced at him coldly, but he did not get straight to the point. Instead, he said politely, "Mr. Zhao has been very energetic recently. I still remember that year during the mid-autumn festival, when you had a meal together at my Yan family's old house. "
His unhurried words made Zhao Xiong, who was trying his best to smile, freeze, and his eyes flickered.
In fact, the Zhao family's pharmaceutical factory was not always so smooth-sailing.
More than ten years ago, Zhao pharmaceutical produced a batch of substandard drugs and sold them to Rao city. This caused many patients to have abnormalities after taking them, and their immunity was greatly reduced.
Many people came to seek an explanation, and even sued Zhao Pharmaceutical in court.
After that, Zhao Pharmaceutical was in a difficult financial situation, and once fell into a predicament.
At that time, Zhao Xiong came to his house overnight, begging Yan Youcheng to save his life.
The Yan family never lacked money. Even if they encountered a big financial storm, they still had enough capital to tide them over the crisis.
As for Zhao Xiong, Yan Youcheng did not intend to help him in the beginning. who asked him to sell fake medicine How could he do such a heartless thing? Yan Youcheng did not look down on him at all.
Later, he knelt in front of the Yan family's door for a day and a night, swearing that he would no longer sell substandard medicine and that he would donate a certain amount of medicine every year. Only then did Yan Youcheng's expression change a little.
Not only did he lend him money to work around, he even let him enter the house to have a meal together.
That day happened to be the mid-autumn festival.
Yan Jun was also there at that time. Although he was still young, he already had his own way of looking at things.
He secretly sized up the man who looked very down and out, but was also very obedient. He did not really understand why his grandfather was willing to help him.
After the meal, he waited until the man left before he asked the question in his heart.
At that time, his grandfather only gave him one sentence.
"When the Zhao pharmaceutical industry collapses, countless new pharmaceutical industries will stand up. They might not not make the same mistake as Zhao Xiong, but Zhao Xiong, at least he knows his mistake. "
The Little Yan Jun looked up at his grandfather. When he said this, his expression was cold and helpless.
From then on, the Zhao pharmaceutical company had a cash flow and slowly came back to life.
Not long after that, they encountered the riot fifteen years ago. As expected, Zhao Xiong kept his promise to Yan Youcheng. Not only did he distribute the medicine for free, but he also sold some of the anti-inflammatory and antibiotic medicines at a discount.
After he did this, the Zhao pharmaceutical company swept away the haze of fake medicine from before and became a well-known pharmaceutical brand in Rao city once again.
In addition, Zhao Xiong did work conscientiously and did not have any more scandals. Only then did he sit firmly in his position as the leader of the pharmaceutical industry.
Zhao Xiong naturally did not dare to forget the gratitude of the Yan family for rebuilding him.