freeallnovels Chapter 1246 Cheap Kindness
Chapter 1246 Cheap Kindness
Chapter 1246 Cheap Kindness
In the private lounge on the 27th floor of the hotel.
A white-haired old foreigner was looking at the night outside. At the same time, a young man walked quickly from the door.
"Boss, I found Nan Xiaonan, and she returned to the original apartment."
The white-haired old man took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket, covered his lips and coughed lightly twice, then seemed to stand up, and the young man hurried forward to support him.
"You haven't been able to find her for the past few days, but you won't find out until she returns to the apartment." The white-haired old man looked at the young man beside him indifferently: "Jimmy, should I start to doubt your ability to work?"
Youth...Jimmy lowered his head, not daring to speak—in fact, there are two things he hasn't figured out until now.
The first thing to do was to send assassin No. 7 to assassinate Nan Xiaonan. In the end, it was found that he died in the bullet of his own gun, and the gun only fired one shot. Traces of an ambush.
And No. 7 probably didn't let go of the gun with both hands before he died. Judging from his situation, the moment he was shot, he should be lying on the window sill, ready to kill.
Jimmy remembers that 7 even had a phone call with himself before confirming the shot.
The other thing is that the person who followed Nan Xiaonan said that she couldn't see Nan Xiaonan these days no matter what, but she obviously had to go to work...
"Why don't you speak?" The white-haired old man raised his voice a little.
Jimmy said seriously: "I have dispatched No. 4 and No. 5 to monitor her 24 hours a day. If Qin Zhen is not dead, he will definitely be exposed, and then I will catch him and bring him to the boss in person."
"I'll wait for your good news." The white-haired old man let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a man in a suit walked in respectfully, "Mr. House, there is a Miss Song outside who wants to see you...here is what she asked me to give you."
Jimmy took an envelope from the man's hand, and after opening it, he found a piece of jammed paper inside.
He didn't open the card to read, but handed it to the white-haired old man...Mr. House.
Mr. House opened his eyes, frowned, and then looked at the man who walked in, "Who else did this Miss Song bring here?"
The man said: "There is one who seems to be an assistant, and there are a few more who seem to be bodyguards."
"Hmm..." Mr. House pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Make arrangements, let's meet."
"Understood." The man turned and left quickly.
Jimmy was puzzled at this moment: "Boss, who is this Miss Song?"
Mr. House shook his head, but raised the paper card in his hand, "I don't know who this Miss Song is yet, but I do know who the owner of this paper card is... I still have to give it to you." Save face."
"who is it?"
"The leader of the Huaguo South business circle, that old lady from the Zhang family." Mr. House put away the paper card, "You can come with me to meet. This old lady won't give people a letter of introduction easily. Since I can invite this old lady, I should have some skills."
"Got it." Jimmy nodded.
……
In the reception room.
"By the way, what do you mean by the big pig's trotters?"
Song Ying, who was waiting in the reception room, was sitting very upright, but now she thought of the unfinished topic in the car, she turned her body slightly, and asked the assistant beside her.
"Yes... it's Huaguo's internet term. I was watching an online drama recently, and I saw it on the bullet screen. It probably means that men are good at everything, but they are careless and slow."
"Oh..." Song Ying suddenly nodded.
Was Luo Qiu careless... Didn't he feel it?
Slow but...
at this time.
The sound of the door opening interrupted Miss Ying's wild thoughts, and she saw a white-haired old man walking in slowly with a cane, followed by a handsome young man.
As the president of the Song Dynasty who has been in charge of the Song Dynasty for more than a year, Song Ying has seen many so-called young talents - but it is still rare to see a young man who is as sharp as this young man.
But she paid more attention to this Mr. House, and at the same time, she began to read information about him in her mind.
This old man is already ninety years old, he has experienced World War II, and he once served as a captain in a certain country. Before the war, he was already a drug smuggler.
In the 90s of the last century, he was already a well-known medicinal material producer and philanthropist in Europe. In the late 90s, he was also conferred by the Danish royal family and had a title of knighthood.
Ten years ago, it began to expand overseas markets, and immediately aimed at Huaguo.
In the past two years, I have spent a lot of time in Huaguo. I told the outside world that it was because I fell in love with Huaguo's Beijing opera culture...
"Mr. House, hello."
Whether it's out of respect for the elderly, or as a party seeking cooperation, take the initiative to say hello, or do it... Song Ying stretched out her hand to Mr. House, smiling.
"Miss Song."
Mr. House just stretched out his hand and shook it lightly, "I saw your greeting card. You were introduced by Mrs. Zhang. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you?"
Song Ying smiled confidently, "Mr. House, before we start talking about things, I have something I want you to see."
Under Song Ying's gaze, the assistant sent out the documents that had been prepared earlier, "Mr. House, these are all products of our company."
"Oh?" Mr. House nodded, sat down, opened the file and looked at it carefully.
Song Ying also sat down, without looking sideways...but she didn't like Mr. House's young man's gaze—most of the young talents she had met would cast similar gazes on her, and she had long been used to it.
moment.
"These products..." Mr. House raised his head slightly and glanced at Song Ying.
Song Ying just smiled and didn't speak.
Mr. House was patient, and looked down again, but his expression became more focused.
After a while, Mr. House closed the document and put it on the table. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Miss Song, do you want to cooperate with me?"
"What do Mr. House think of these products?"
Mr. House said indifferently: "The data looks very good. If the three products you listed here can be produced, they will be a boon to many patients, especially the anticancer drug mentioned in it, which is better than the current mainstream drugs. Well...to be honest, I'm curious why this drug was never reported."
The assistant smiled calmly at this time: "Because these drugs have never been released since they were developed. But in the past two days, we have completed the patent application...Mr. House, this is a professional certificate."
The assistant also released another document and placed it on the table.
But Mr. House didn't look at it this time. Instead, he asked, "What is Miss Song looking for me for?"
Song Ying cut to the chase and said, "I hope to sign a production and overseas sales contract with Mr. House. I plan to sign you the overseas sales rights for these three drugs."
Mr. House smiled and said: "Miss Song, your company is able to develop these drugs, and it seems that there is no shortage of funds... I am curious, why I have never heard of you, Miss Song, in the pharmaceutical industry."
"My family is relatively low-key." Song Ying maintained a smile and said, "This time our family is planning to use these products to show off their strengths."
Mr. House said happily: "Then I would like to congratulate Ms. Song on her success first. If these three drugs can be put into the market, I can't imagine how high they will reach in the end... To be honest, this contract with an overseas distributor I would be happy to sign. Of course, the premise is that all this is true."
"We have a lot of field test data." Song Ying said seriously: "I am able to visit Mr. House, of course I am ready. I chose to cooperate with Mr. House because your company's conditions are very mature."
Mr. House laughed: "Miss Song, I don't know why you didn't sign the domestic sales rights to me as well?"
Song Ying said, "Our company is going to do the domestic work by ourselves."
Mr. House smiled. He didn't agree or refuse. He just said apologetically, "Miss Song, I'm not feeling well recently. I want to go back and rest first... About the cooperation, let's talk again when we have a chance." .This is Jimmy, I will let him contact you when I think it through."
"Of course." Song Ying nodded with a smile.
……
The assistant left his contact information for Jimmy, and after Jimmy took the document, he helped Mr. House out of the reception room.
After a while, a waiter in the lounge came with a bottle of red wine and said it was from Mr. House.
The assistant opened the red wine and poured a glass for Song Ying, "Mr. House, it seems that he doesn't seem to be very interested...it shouldn't be pretending."
Song Ying held the red wine glass and muttered: "These medicines were developed under the leadership of Mr. Blind. They have always been the special medicines for the village. I can guarantee that they are definitely higher than any other products of the same type on the market. This old man You shouldn't be indifferent..."
"Is it because of pricing?" the assistant thought.
Song Ying shook her head: "There are two kinds of pricing. The profit of overseas pricing is huge, and everyone will be tempted. And overseas sales are also our source of profit. But what grandpa means is that the domestic part must be done by ourselves, and it must be the cheapest This is an attitude, letting the government know the attitude of our Song family, and it can also be a kind of feedback. Grandpa wants to gain a firm foothold in the country, and the Song family wants to return to their roots, so they can no longer do business as before. The government has made good deals, and at present there is only the pharmaceutical business... If local medicines can combat imported medicines and solve the situation that patients are expensive and unable to use medicines, this is the answer sheet submitted by the Song family. Only in this way can we get Support, save time, it can be regarded as a certificate of honor."
The assistant said: "In case this Mr. House does not intend to give up the domestic sales rights..."
Song Ying shook her head and said, "Then continue to grind with him. The profit from overseas sales is enough to impress any businessman. This old man will not know the profit. He doesn't answer directly, but only as a gesture. In the past few days, we will If you don't take the initiative to contact him, he won't be able to bear it. Besides... It's not that we can't do without House, but our Song family must use House. "
"Miss, does father have any other intentions?"
Song Ying glanced at the assistant - if she was only from the Song Dynasty Group, Song Ying didn't plan to say it, but she was selected by the village.
"House, it's just the first step we take to approach Zhao's house in the capital."
"The Zhao family in the capital?"
Song Ying nodded, and said seriously: "You are from the village, so you should know the history of our Song family...Grandpa, why did the family break up and die, and why did he go into exile abroad?"
"Miss, you mean... the Zhao family?"
Song Ying put down the wine glass, didn't take a sip, and said calmly: "A little clue...but it's enough."
The assistant quickly said: "If it's really the Zhao family, then..."
Song Ying shook her head, her eyes showed a serious expression: "This place is different from South America, and the Zhao family is deeply rooted in China. But... When it comes to defeating with capital, I, Song Ying, have never been afraid of anyone."
"Miss mighty eighty-seven!" The assistant patted the horse.
Song Ying rolled her eyes, "From now on, watch less brain-dead dramas and focus on work. The next year is very important to the new company."
"Okay." The assistant nodded, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thankfully that Ms. Ying didn't have the habit of watching TV dramas.
Song Ying's entertainment programs are very few, and the only way to release stress on weekdays is racing cars, but the country is not as good as South America, not to mention the traffic jams, there are more than one traffic lights, and even if the fifth gear is not engaged, it will stop.
"Miss, are we going back to rest now?"
Song Ying thought for a while, then shook her head and said: "No, let's go to the new company, I want to see how the decoration is going. You can sort out Song Dynasty's work report last week for me later, it should be very early there , I will hold a video conference later."
The assistant vomited bitterness in his heart, but he didn't dare to say more, and nodded in agreement.
……
"Boss, this Miss Song has left."
Mr. House lowered his head, slowly rubbed his fingers on his forehead, and did not speak.
Jimmy said: "Boss, are you thinking about this cooperation?"
Mr. House shook his head, "The profits of these new drugs are huge. In the past, I might have signed them without hesitation. But now, I'm not in the mood."
Jimmy nodded.
Mr. House started coughing again. Jimmy quickly took out some medicine and asked Mr. House to take it. It took him a while to recover, but his face was full of decay.
He sighed, and suddenly glanced at the young and handsome Jimmy, "Give me ten times the wealth, and I won't be able to compare to you."
Jimmy bowed his head and said nothing, he knew exactly what the old man was afraid of.
Mr. House lost interest immediately, waved his hands and said, "I'm going to rest, you go out... This cooperation is left to you, and you can talk to Miss Song again in two days."
"it is good."
……
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Through the glass curtain walls on all sides, Zhong Luochen and 24 were looking at the people inside the glass house.
Sitting in this glass house was a man with a sloppy body, lumpy hair, and a dirty face—even his eyes were scattered, and there was a silly smile on his mouth.
Looking at the foolish man inside, 24 said: "This won't work, he's too old and a lunatic. It's better to be young and pure-minded, the success rate will be higher."
Zhong Luochen said indifferently: "The value of such a child is far greater than that of this idiot. It won't be too late to use good materials when Mr. can ensure the success rate."
"It's really cheap kindness." 24 was noncommittal, walked into the glass room with a sly smile, and then lowered the curtain.
Not long after, the sound of screams came from inside.
Zhong Luochen's expression didn't change, his eyes didn't change, he just listened.
(End of this chapter)