Chapter 242: Holding hands and singing mountain songs
"Boss, you said that you want me to do something, even if you want me to do it, you will not hesitate to do it. *Top*point*small* said www.23wx" Yao Haibo immediately said.
Look at it like that, let alone what kind of knife mountain and sea of fire, even if it is under the oil pot, on the kiln or something, Yao Haibo will not object.
After all, he has the word "Yao" in his dictionary.
Zhang Lang waved his hand and said, "I don't need you to do such a dangerous thing, I just need you to purchase some things." β
"Buying what?" Yao Haibo was stunned, he didn't expect that the question that Zhang Lang said to hand over to him would be so simple.
Not to mention that Yao Haibo is the director of the Tangtang Chengxi Central Hospital, even if he is an ordinary director of the procurement department, as long as he is attentive, serious and careful, he can do this thing perfectly.
"Of course, the other party blocked something from us, and we have to buy something." Zhang Lang said with a smile.
"Boss, you mean penicillin and other antibiotics?" Yao Haibo was completely stunned, "But isn't this thing completely blocked?" Now if we want to buy things in China, we can't buy them at all! β
Does your boss have intermittent amnesia?
Didn't I just tell him before, the opponent has closed all the sales channels of penicillin and antibiotics in China.
At least it is no longer available in regular pharmaceutical companies.
Hongfeng Pharmaceutical, Yuntian Pharmaceutical, Decheng Penicillin Pharmaceutical Factory, Jingsan Glucose Pharmaceutical No. 9 Factory, although these pharmaceutical factories are all rival pharmaceutical factories, they are all regular and meet the relevant national standards.
If you don't buy from these pharmaceutical factories, do you go to some small pharmaceutical factories?
However, if it does not go through the relevant technical inspection regulations of the state, the pharmaceutical factory may not be qualified, and the drugs are not qualified, which means that it is not responsible for the patients who come from the home hospital, and it is completely unfeasible.
With doubts, Yao Haibo expressed his opinion to Zhang Lang.
After hearing Yao Haibo's question, Zhang Lang smiled: "Who asked you to buy it at our local pharmacy?" β
"Huh? If you are not in these pharmaceutical factories, do you have to go to other places, but the storage and transportation capacity of this thing, unless it is transported by air, the rest of the transportation is relatively poor, and when it is not allowed to be transported, about 50% of the product is lost. Yao Haibo said with some concern.
"I didn't say that I bought penicillin in other places in China, didn't you just say air freight? Then we will purchase the rice country's. Zhang Lang's words were as calm and calm as ever.
"What? Can...... This price is twice that of our Huaguo drug, no, it may be three times now. Yao Haibo was stunned.
"That's right, it's to buy, of course ......" Zhang Lang waved his hand, signaling Yao Haibo to be a little calm, "When we buy, we have to play the brand of rice medicine, and I will contact advertisers in the near future to advertise our special drugs that are airlifted from other places, so that they can all come here to see a doctor, I believe that as long as we guide the values of consumers, it will have a very good effect." β
What Zhang Lang said made Yao Haibo stunned.
What advertising, what values, what consumers, these things have never been brought up by anyone when they were in Yanjing before.
In fact, Yao Haibo didn't have a bottom in his heart, but looking at Zhang Lang who was full of confidence, he decided to take a look according to Zhang Lang's words!
With a boss, that's how confident it is!
In the future, when Yao Haibo decides to go home, if he washes his hair again, he will use Rejoice.
Yao Haibo was about to leave, and suddenly remembered a big thing, to do these things, but it costs money.
But Zhang Langdu has already spent 400 million yuan to save the market, and there will be no more spare money!
"Boss, ...... in terms of funds" Yao Haibo was a little excited, and he was a little disappointed.
Even though Zhang Lang's plan may be excellent, nothing can be done without the start-up capital that responds.
"Oh, don't you say I almost forgot ......" Zhang Lang took out a ticket, brushed it, and wrote a few strokes, "Here, you can use these first, if it's not enough, then ask me for it." β
Yao Haibo took the check, his eyes almost fell to the ground, "Fifty million? Wait, it's still a beautiful knife! β
Damn, it's 400 million again!
When did your own boss become so rich!
Could it be that his boss has always been very rich, so he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, waiting to slap each other in the face?
No, there is no such possibility, if Zhang Lang had this money, he would not wait until such a critical moment to use it.
In other words, all of this money was obtained by Zhang Lang with his own ability in the recent period.
But in less than a week, how did you earn this--800 million?
Yao Haibo knows that most of the industries that Zhang Lang has recently acquired are good if they don't lose money, and they still make money!
So, with great excitement, Yao Haibo, whose blood was boiling again, stood up, saluted, and said to Zhang Lang: "Boss, don't worry!" Everything will be done! β
"Okay, there you go." Zhang Lang nodded and smiled slightly.
Yao Haibo walked away, he was very happy, if anyone saw Yao Haibo in front, they would definitely see the smiling face of this sword man.
There's no way, the boss is rich, and the subordinates are willful.
After Yao Haibo left, Zhang Lang opened the online bank again, and this time he wanted to use the money he earned from Xiao Yiming.
"Five million, for an overwhelming advertising cost, a little shabby." Zhang Lang frowned slightly, at least 10 million advertising dollars are in line with his value guidance this time.
Dingββ
There was a soft sound, and it turned out to be that someone had transferred money.
Zhang Lang was slightly stunned after clicking on it, someone actually transferred 5.2 million to himself!
Wait, anonymous?
Who transferred the money to himself, and why did he transfer a strange number like 5.2 million?
Five million two hundred thousand is a homonym for five two zero, so it means that this person loves himself.
Although he is loved by everyone, the car is seen by everyone, and the flowers are blooming, but Zhang Lang is not narcissistic enough to be the same as Pan An in ancient times.
Legend has it that Pan An has a beautiful appearance and elegant demeanor. When he was young, he walked on the street of Luoyang with a bullet in his hand, and the women who met him all surrounded him hand in hand. And Zuo Taichong was very ugly, and he also came to learn from Pan An to wander around, and then the women spat on him, making him come back dejected.
Zhang Lang neither thinks that he is Pan An, nor does he think that he is Zuo Taichong, and now there is no rich woman who has raised himself.
I am adhering to the principle of hard work and self-reliance!
Does it mean that he is really being raised by someone, and he doesn't know it?
Wait a minute!
Zhang Lang suddenly thought, five million and two million, how can it be so much like the money that Wu Meng owes himself.
She blew up the door of her house, and the total price was 200,000, and later in the Fangyuan Club in Yanjing, she owed herself another 5 million.
If you add it up, it's exactly 5.2 million!
No, Wu Mengqing would definitely not give herself so much money, and she is not very rich.
Could it be Wu Menghan?
Thinking of this, Zhang Lang turned off the computer, found Nian Keer, and in his sister's somewhat surprised eyes, he quickly drove back to the villa in Yijing Garden.
Here, the building is already empty.
Wu Mengqing was as if he had never appeared here.
It seems that a question he made to Wu Mengqing before will not be accepted now.
There was only one note on the table.
Zhang Lang picked it up, the handwriting on it was handsome and beautiful, exuding a little arrogance, but it also had an indescribable tenderness.
This is a very contradictory font.
But it's so pretty.
"Thank you for taking care of my sister these daysβsomeone who can't keep a name."
Wu Menghan, it must be Wu Menghan!
There is only one person in this world, and he can't tell anyone what his name is.
Wu Menghan has been here!
But Wu Menghan later left.
Why?
Why does she always deliberately hide from herself?
What happened to that girl?
Zhang Lang wanted to know very much, but the other party didn't leave any clues for himself, only some residual fragrance on the note, and the smell was very similar to Wu Menghan's body fragrance.
"This is Sister Xiaohan's font." Nian Keer concentrated, looked at the note, looked at Zhang Lang again, and said firmly.
"Uh, you know?" Zhang Lang regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, and he remembered that when he was in Nancheng, he was at Gu Mengnan's house, and Nian Keer and Wu Menghan had met.
However, Nian Keer didn't know what Wu Menghan's name was, she just called her Sister Xiaohan.
Maybe until now, Nian Ke'er doesn't know, in fact, her sister Xiaohan, that is, Wu Menghan, is a very dangerous person, once she has a deep relationship with someone, she will become a time/bomb-like existence.
"I used to work at the calligraphy club at the university for a while, so I still have a lot of research on the changes and perceptions of fonts...... Nian Keer explains.
"Yes, it's your little sister." Zhang Lang nodded, "You actually have a lot of research on fonts." β
This made Zhang Lang a little surprised, generally speaking, those who study calligraphy are boys, and girls have studied calligraphy, but there are still relatively few girls.
"Uh-huh, yes, take Sister Xiaohan's words as an example, it seems that she has experienced some emotional problems recently, it seems to be very distressed, it is obviously a gentle font, but it is written very hard, as the so-called too rigid and easy to break, such a font has become unsightly because of the rigid addition." Nian Ke'er frowned slightly.
Of course, Zhang Lang knew what had happened to Wu Menghan recently.
But these things, Zhang Lang can't talk to Nian Keer.
At least for now, he didn't want Nian Ke'er to be too involved in the rivers and lakes.
After all, not everyone with ancient martial arts abilities is like Zhang Lang, who does not kill indiscriminately or that the murderous spirit is not very heavy.
There are a lot of murderous people.
Since Nian Keer was entrusted to him by Li Chuang, he must protect it.
At the moment, Zhang Lang said semi-perfunctorily: "Well, your sister Xiaohan may have encountered something happy recently before her relationship changed." β
"......" After hearing Zhang Lang's words, Nian Ke'er was silent for a while, and then said faintly, "Maybe." β