Chapter 302 — The Problem of Seed Capital
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Heh heh, he already has more than enough money to spend. I don't want to bring harm upon him." Guan Xuemin smiled. "My younger son — Xinxin's father — does business in Linzhou and has some money on hand, but his company isn't very large either. The whole enterprise combined is probably worth only two or three hundred million, with nowhere near that much liquid capital. So I don't want either of them involved in this matter. I'm still hale and hearty now, so it's no concern, but in the future... heh heh..."
Guan Xuemin did not continue, but he was sure Wei Zhao would understand his meaning. Indeed, Wei Zhao understood. He was deeply shaken. Though he had already determined that Guan Xuemin was an upright old man who cared nothing for fame or profit, he had not expected such clarity of vision — that at the very moment Wei Zhao had merely floated the idea of a partnership, the old man had already excluded both family members from it.
"Grandpa Guan... giving them some non-voting shares would be no problem," Wei Zhao said, somewhat embarrassed.
"No need." Guan Xuemin shook his head. "Never mind them — I don't even want any shares myself!"
"Ah?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. "How can that be? Then how am I supposed to borrow your reputation?"
"You rascal... let me finish!" Cut off by Wei Zhao, Guan Xuemin was caught between laughter and tears. "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"Uh... all right, Grandpa Guan, go on." Wei Zhao had grown familiar with Guan Xuemin by now, and the initial restraint was gone.
In truth, the two had already become friends despite the gap in their years when they discussed medical questions last time.
"Xinxin is my most beloved granddaughter. If possible, just allocate a small portion of the shares under her name." Guan Xuemin said. "Not much — enough for her to live on in the future."
"That's no problem at all." Wei Zhao agreed without a moment's thought.
"Don't be so quick to agree. The seed capital — you'll still have to figure that out yourself!" Guan Xuemin waved a hand and said gravely, "Though my face carries weight among all the great families and could bring in considerable investment, this pharmaceutical company — you had best not let outsiders take a stake in it!"
"The profits from the Kang family's wound medicine have long made people envious, but there's nothing to be done — no one can penetrate it. They operate on a purely family-run model, with no outsiders involved." Guan Xuemin continued. "So long as Old Master Kang lives, there will be no problems. But your company — if you let others in, I cannot guarantee that my face will still carry weight in the face of profit."
"I understand, Grandpa Guan. I'll figure out the funding myself." Wei Zhao nodded.
Guan Xuemin said nothing more. Though a hundred million in seed capital might seem like a fairy tale to an ordinary person, Guan Xuemin knew that Wei Zhao was no ordinary person.
A teammate of Yang Huaijun, a man possessed of such miraculous medical skill — how could he possibly be ordinary?
"By the way, I have a patient's case I'd like to discuss with you. Help me think it over — see if there's a good treatment plan." As he spoke, Guan Xuemin began pulling out a stack of medical records he had already prepared on the table.
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