Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 194 Goodbye Celebrity Fans, Appetite

The controversy surrounding the recasting of "Sheep Without a Shepherd 2" has gradually subsided after a week.

The production team insisted that the casting was a good fit, and the original female lead, Wen Yongshan, remained silent. Zhou Ye and Meng Ziyi even showed off their close friendship in their respective interviews, so the matter could only be left unresolved.

But everyone knew perfectly well who was behind it. What everyone really wanted to see was Zhou Ye step in and tear Meng Ziyi apart, turning the sisters into enemies. But unexpectedly, the two of them put on a show of deep sisterly affection.

Thus, this matter has come to a temporary close.

The entertainment industry is never short of new gossip; something new happens every day, and soon everyone's attention is drawn to other topics.

In the blink of an eye, it was already September.

Around 7 p.m., in Luyang.

Jiang Qing sat in the back seat of the car, looking out at the endless stream of cars, feeling a little curious about the dinner party she was about to attend.

He usually gets invited to dinners quite often, but they're mostly with friends in the tech industry. But today's person is different.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a quiet Hui-style building in the middle of a bustling area.

Jiang Qing knew that this was a well-known private kitchen in Luyang, and she had been here twice before with other friends.

Clearly, the other party had put in some effort to find this place.

"President Jiang, this familiar place!"

After parking the car, Chen Duo leaned closer and looked at the familiar building in front of him, joking with a smile.

"These people from Shanghai must have done their research beforehand; they're quite thorough."

"It's not enough to just focus on the food."

Jiang Qing glanced at him and walked inside first.

"Sincerity is more important in cooperation."

"That's what you said."

Chen Duo fawned over him, bowing obsequiously and following closely behind.

Led by a waiter, they walked through an elegant antique-style corridor and soon arrived at a private room called "Wangjiang Pavilion".

The sandalwood door hinges creaked softly as they turned. As Jiang Qing stepped into the private room, she immediately saw the middle-aged man who stood up to greet her.

Zhang Ligang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled as he extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang. I am Zhang Ligang, CFO of Fosun. I have long heard that you are young and promising. I am finally able to meet you today."

"Mr. Zhang, you're too kind. Welcome to Luyang."

Jiang Qing reached out and gently shook his hand, exchanging pleasantries with a smile.

Zhang Ligang deliberately turned to the side, revealing the tall figure behind him. She was nervously getting up to tidy herself up, and when her gaze met Jiang Qing's sweeping gaze, her body trembled almost imperceptibly.

When Jiang Qing saw the other person's face clearly, the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

I didn't expect it was an acquaintance.

The girl had her long hair gathered over her left shoulder and falling to her chest, revealing a pearl hanging from her right earlobe.

When Jiang Qing looked over, her breathing suddenly quickened, and her chest heaved in a clearly visible arc.

"President Jiang, this is Wang Churan, an artist under our Fosun Pictures."

Zhang Ligang took in their reactions and smiled as he stepped aside.

"I heard that she is President Jiang's number one fan, so I took the liberty of bringing her to meet her idol. President Jiang, please don't be offended."

Wang Cherished Jiang Qing's smiling gaze as she stepped forward, her skirt rippling gently. The pearl-white satin dress flowed down her curvaceous figure, cinching at the waist before slitting at the mid-thigh, revealing her long, straight legs clad in silver stilettos.

She reached out her hand with a hint of nervousness.

"Mr. Jiang... Hello, President Jiang."

The last syllable trembled with a hint of annoyance, and the tips of her ears instantly turned bright red.

"Long time no see, I'm terrified."

Jiang Qing felt a slight tremor when he held her fingertips, and just as he was about to let go, he noticed that her little finger unconsciously hooked her palm.

The movement was so fleeting, it was almost an illusion.

Wang Churan's cheeks flushed. It was just an unconscious action she had taken because she was too excited. Would Jiang Qing misunderstand her?

She glanced up at him in a panic, only to meet his smiling gaze, which startled her so much that she quickly lowered her head.

She felt a little calmer, and she understood Jiang Qing's gaze.

"I sat down next to President Jiang without hesitation."

Zhang Ligang pulled out the carved wooden chair with a smile.

"To help you fulfill your wish and get closer to your idol."

When Wang thanked them, her eyelashes drooped very low, but when she sat down, she precisely adjusted the hem of her skirt to the best curve.

Jiang Qing then sat down, and could faintly smell a fragrance emanating from her, though he couldn't quite place it; it smelled like rosemary.

Zhang Ligang then introduced him to several other Fosun executives who were accompanying him. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, a knock came at the door.

When the waiter served the Longjing shrimp, Jiang Qing noticed that there were cleaned ginger shreds in a celadon bowl on the edge of the turntable.

Wang Cheran was using serving chopsticks to cut the braised sea cucumber with scallions into even small pieces. The sound of the knife blade hitting the bone plate was almost inaudible because of her carefulness.

"I've heard that Fosun has been investing in the field of smart healthcare for many years?"

Jiang Qing took a sip of tea, and her smile froze slightly as she looked at Zhang Ligang.

The other party was clearly not expected to get to the point so readily and hurriedly pulled out his tablet.

"President Jiang is indeed decisive and straightforward. I'll get straight to the point too. Our hospitals under Fosun generate nearly 100,000 CT images every day. We've come here today to ask Wuwen Technology to develop an AI-assisted diagnosis and treatment system."

"I like to discuss things thoroughly before I can eat in peace."

Jiang Qing smiled, then her expression suddenly turned serious.

What are Fosun's requirements?

Wang Churan, standing to the side, noticed that Jiang Qing's demeanor was completely different from before, becoming as unpredictable as the deep sea.

Zhang Li's expression tightened, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the tablet.

"We want to keep the misdiagnosis rate below three per thousand."

Three per thousand?

Jiang Qing smiled and gently turned the teacup around.

"Currently, the average misdiagnosis rate in the radiology departments of top-tier hospitals is 6%."

The private room suddenly fell silent, and Wang Cherished the lotus root starch dumplings he had picked up from Jiang Qing's plate, which stopped in mid-air.

She glanced quickly at Zhang Ligang, then gently put down her chopsticks.

Zhang Ligang took a breath and forced a smile again.

"If your company can achieve this, Fosun is very willing to offer a very competitive price."

"It's not about money."

Jiang Qing tapped her fingertips twice on the table.

How many radiologists does Fosun plan to replace with its AI system?

He smiled and looked directly at Zhang Ligang.

"Auxiliary diagnosis! Of course, it's auxiliary!"

In his haste, Zhang Ligang knocked over the vinegar dish, and the dark brown liquid seeped onto the tablecloth. Wang Churan quickly grabbed a wet wipe and pressed it onto the stain.

The rest of the Fosun executives held their breath, not daring to interrupt.

Jiang Qing glanced at the pearl on the girl's earlobe, which was swaying slightly.

"This system needs to connect to the hospital's HIS database. Have you prepared a contingency plan to protect patient privacy?"

"This"

Zhang Ligang took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Technically, we certainly have to rely on President Jiang."

“Three months ago, Johnson & Johnson leaked half a million electronic medical records.” Jiang Qing pushed away the now-cold tea in front of her.

"If all Fosun wants is screening tools, then there's no need for them to come to us for cooperation."

Wang Churan watched as the powerful man in front of her trembled uncontrollably, his infatuation almost impossible to conceal. She quickly suppressed her excitement and stood up.

"I'll go and urge them to make the sweet osmanthus lotus root."

Jiang Qing glanced at her but didn't think much of it.

Zhang Ligang looked at the closed carved door and lowered his voice.

"If President Jiang is willing to contribute his technology as equity..."

"I heard that Fosun acquired two plots of land for medical use in Shenzhen?"

Jiang Qing curled her lips into a smile and slowly wiped her fingers with a wet wipe.

"If Wuwen were to take on this project, she would need a laboratory."

Zhang Ligang's breath hitched; he was astonished by the young man's appetite.

"I need to report this to General Manager Guo."

"Not urgent."

Jiang Qing looked at Wang Churan as she pushed the door open and entered.

"eat first."

"Mr. Jiang is right, let's start eating."

Zhang Ligang quickly echoed, secretly relieved.

He didn't expect Jiang Qing to have such a big appetite than he imagined. He spoke so shrewdly and didn't seem like a typical tech guy at all; he was practically a cunning old fox!
Jiang Qing didn't care what he thought. She picked up a lotus root starch ball from the plate and took a bite. The sweet and glutinous texture melted on her tongue.

Seeing this, Zhang Ligang picked up the wine dispenser.

"President Jiang, please try this. It's 20-year-old Moutai, specially sourced from the distillery."

"Mr. Zhang, you've gone to a lot of trouble."

Jiang Qing held the glass with one hand, and put it down as soon as the wine touched her lips.

"I've been busy with an important project lately, so I can't drink too much."

Wang Churan was scooping matsutake chicken soup with a long-handled silver spoon when he heard this. His wrist paused slightly, and the soup was precisely poured into the white porcelain cup, filling it to seven-tenths full.

"This soup has been simmering for eight hours."

She turned the soup bowl towards Jiang Qing and gently pushed it half an inch along the edge of the turntable with her pinky finger.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qingchong nodded and smiled, then picked up the soup bowl.

Zhang Ligang picked up another slice of glistening braised pork.

"President Jiang, give this a try. This dish really tastes better with wine."

"President Jiang has been putting in extra training at the gym lately."

Chen Duo interrupted, smiling as he turned the braised pork to face himself.

"Last time I did a bench press, I almost scared the coach."

Wang Cheran's eyelashes trembled slightly. She picked up a piece of steamed grouper with her newly replaced silver chopsticks, carefully removed the bones, and placed it into Jiang Qing's dish.

Would you like to try this?

As she spoke, she leaned forward three degrees, her fragrance wafting towards Jiang Qing.

"Okay, thank you, Cheran. You can also try some food."

Jiang Qing gestured towards the girl's empty bowls and plates with her eyes.

"Okay, I'll eat now."

She nodded gently, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Zhang Ligang watched this scene, a shrewd glint in his eyes behind his glasses.

"I heard that filming for 'The Beginning,' in which General Jiang participated, has wrapped up?"

Jiang Qing placed her phone face down on the table; the screen still showed unread message notifications.

"Filming a TV series is much more tiring than writing code."

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to Mr. Jiang's work!"

Zhang Ligang smiled and raised his glass to him.

"Leaked photo of you wearing a white shirt walking out of the explosion site"

Wang interrupted, and halfway through her sentence, she suddenly bit her lower lip, her ear tips turning a coral color.

"I mean the behind-the-scenes footage posted by the official Weibo account of the production team is particularly exciting."

Zhang Ligang took a sip of his drink and looked at her meaningfully.

"The phone screen saver is full of photos of President Jiang. He's definitely a true fan."

Wang lowered his head and stared at the carrot carved into the shape of a lotus flower on the plate, his hand gripping the chopsticks tighter.

When she looked up again, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"Who would want to see a photo if they could see the real person?"

"Makes sense."

Jiang Qing nodded in deep agreement.

I was surprised, but not surprised at all.

He's now quite familiar with many fan behaviors in the entertainment industry, so this level of behavior is normal.

By the time the waiter pushed the food cart in to serve dessert, Wang Churan had already refilled Jiang Qing's tea seven times.

She would always get up to refill Jiang Qing's cup just as the rim touched his lips, ensuring the water temperature was always just right.

"President Jiang, please try this."

She carefully picked out the grapefruit seeds one by one from the mango pomelo sago, the sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the bowl as soft as falling snow.

“I remember you don’t like mangoes.”

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow and took the dessert bowl, when suddenly the silver spoon hit a hard object at the bottom of the bowl.

He stirred it a couple of times with a nonchalant expression, then picked up a piece of ice sculpture of a Q-version robot, the icing shimmering blue under the LED lights.

"A little trick by the prop master on set."

Wang looked at him with her chin resting on her hand, her pupils sparkling.

"I feel that President Jiang will like it."

Jiang Qing wiped the robot clean with a wet wipe, examined it, and then smiled and waved it at her.

"Thank you. I'll take it."

"Ok!"

The girl's eyes were almost invisible as she laughed, creating a stark contrast with her mature and elegant appearance.

Jiang Qing's eyes flickered, but she casually lowered her head and picked up her teacup.

As the banquet was drawing to a close, Zhang Ligang excused himself to answer a phone call and left the table. When he returned, his collar still smelled of cigarette smoke.

"I'm feeling a little dizzy, so could you please see Mr. Jiang off for me?"

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Wang Churan readily agreed.

Jiang Qing glanced at her but did not refuse.

I also happened to have something to ask her.

(End of this chapter)