Chapter 162: Impact
The cooperation with Rocco Group is very smooth, Park Tianhui can almost represent Rocco Group with full power, and signed a very fair contract with Siyuan Group, this contract seems to be very thin, but its weight is very sufficient.
Sure enough, not long after the contract was signed, the newly packaged Buyang Fumai soup was listed, in order to avoid trouble, this newly listed Buyang Fumai soup production company was written as Rocco Group, after all, Siyuan Group is too small, if it is coveted by people who come to destroy evil, Siyuan Group can't resist it at all.
The strength of the Rocco Group is very strong, less than a week after the contract was signed, the overwhelming advertising poured into Huaxia and Dongyang, and within three days, the advertisements landed in Europe and the United States.
After all, the influence of Siyuan Group is too small, although it is developing very rapidly and the advertising is also very clever, but the influence of Siyuan Group is only limited to Gusu and Wuxi, but Rocco Group is different, the world's top 100 large enterprises, instantly the reputation of Buyang Fumai Tang to the whole world.
On Wall Street in the United States, old John, who was on crutches, stared at the advertisement on the billboard of the Financial Building, stunned, and muttered: "Can the medicine from the mysterious Oriental Huaxia really cure my hemiplegia?" No, no, even a little bit of work, I'm satisfied. β
Old John swung his unconscious left leg uneasily, he took out his mobile phone tremblingly, dialed the order number, as the top 100 customers in the United States, you can enjoy a preferential price of $10,000 a pack, Old John ordered ten packs in one go.
At this time, his old rival Conley strode over, and saw Old John staring at the phone on the billboard, Conley walked over and laughed: "Oh, John, you don't believe this kind of advertisement, this kind of advertising is less reliable than the words of those stock experts, I said Old John, you don't want to die under this kind of advertisement, in that case, I will have no opponent." β
Old John put down his phone, glared at the gloating Conley, and said, "Think about how to keep your company first, Conley, be careful that one day you fall ill and have no money to buy medicine." β
After speaking, old John walked away slowly on crutches.
Conley looked at Old John's back, with a relaxed expression on his face, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter, Old John, I just need to hold on until you die, and when you die, my company will definitely buy your magazine company!" Definitely! β
It's just that, ten days later, still in this place, old John stared at the billboard, tears in his eyes.
Conley walked with a light gait, he patted old John on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, old friend, long time no see, you're not dead, I thought you were killed by advertisers, hahahaha." β
Old John wiped away his old tears, turned around, and said with a smile: "Conley, it seems that we can fight for another ten years, but I doubt that your company can last another three years, hahahaha." β
After saying that, old John strode away, this time, he did not use crutches, although his left leg was still a little inflexible, but he was able to walk on his own, no longer had to use crutches, no longer had to go through the inhuman torture three times and three times.
"Oh God, no way! No way! This can't be true! Conley clutched his head and looked in horror at old John, who was almost recovered.
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This situation is playing out in the whole United States and Europe, when the first batch of crab eaters passed, the entire American and European markets were boiling, but at this time, the price of Yang Replenishing and Rejuvenating Pulse Soup also began to double.
Of course, the rich people didn't care about the money and still bought it, but those middle class people were asking around how to get this mysterious drug, and later, they set their sights on China, this mysterious and ancient country.
After knowing that in the Huaxia market, a pack of Yang Replenishing Pulse Soup only sells for 200 US dollars, while in Europe and the United States, when a pack of Yang Replenishing Pulse Soup has been sold for 20,000 US dollars, all the European and American people scolded, "[***]!" While scolding, he ran to the travel company, not for anything else, just to travel to Huaxia, and then be able to buy a cheap albeit low-grade Yang-replenishing and rejuvenating soup.
In Huaxia Kingdom, Nanyun Province, on an unknown mountain, an old man who couldn't tell his age stared at the bag of medicinal herbs in his hand and was silent.
In the middle of the night, the old man stretched out his hands, which were as old as dead wood, tore open the packet of Yang Replenishing and Rejuvenation Soup, and checked the medicinal powder inside little by little.
The herbs were smashed to pieces, and it was impossible to judge the composition of the herbs from their appearance, and because they were washed and dried before leaving the factory, it was impossible to find out the specific ingredients even with a biological microscope.
The old man just mixed the powder with his fingers, then reached out, grabbed a handful, put it in his mouth, little by little, and chewed it slowly.
"Sulfur, well, a lot, aconite, it's authentic Jiangyou aconite, Panax notoginseng powder, deer antler velvet flavor, and turmeric, atractylodes ......" The old man muttered about the possible ingredients in the powder while chewing, and the more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and finally the old man stood up at once, with a childlike smile on his old skinny face.
"Hahahaha...... Well, it's an unpredictable recipe! Just ask the world is so big, who can make this kind of prescription! Could it be that God has mercy on me the way of Qihuang, and does the sky also want to keep this trace of fire for me. Hahahaha! Hahahaha! The old man laughed wildly, and strode forward, and in front of him was a steep slope of nearly ninety degrees, but the old man flew straight down the thousand meters of abyss as if he could not see it, and left without hesitation...... Song Jian didn't expect to be so whole by Park Tianhui, the outside world has set off huge waves, he still stays at home leisurely, reading medical books, and occasionally flirting with his fiancΓ©e, okay, that can't be called flirting, that's the welfare that Song Jian deserves.
"Jingle Bell ......"
The phone rang, and Song Jian picked it up.
On the other side of the phone was Park Tianhui's voice, "Hey, handsome guy, have you seen your company's account, the dividend of 30 million has been called." β
Song Jian said lazily: "I still owe you 50 million, you can just deduct it first." β
"Giggles, it has been deducted, in the past fifteen days, in addition to the cost of advertising, a total profit of 160 million, we each share 80 million, I am still very fair, all sales are recorded, your company can send someone to check at any time."
Song Jian was taken aback, he didn't expect it to be this effect, this is a bit too much, at this rate, then his account will explode.
Park Tianhui seemed to know Song Jian's thoughts, she immediately poured a basin of cold water, and said: "But don't think about 80 million in fifteen days, it will be 800 million in 150 days, because your drug effect is too good, and there is no drug dependence, so the number of hemiplegic patients is bound to gradually decrease, that is to say, after about half a year, our drugs will be in the stage of balance between supply and demand, and after a while, it will almost be unsellable." β
Song Jian listened, smiled and said, "You know what I think." It's already good to make so much money, and I didn't even bother to make any effort. β
Hanging up the phone, Song Jian got up, relaxed his waist, the debt of 50 million was finally repaid, and a small stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
In the middle of the event, Song Jian's mobile phone rang again, took the phone, and Xia Lin's panicked voice rang on the other end of the phone: "Uncle! Uncle, hurry up! Woo, Senior Sister Yang Qiong is dead! She committed suicide by jumping off a building! β
Song Jian was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you okay?" β
"I ...... I'm fine, I'm at school, uncle, come over quickly," Charlene cried in her voice, and it seemed that she was really frightened by Yang Qiong's death.
Song Jian comforted Xia Lin for a few words, then hung up the phone, got into the Land Rover, and walked towards the women's dormitory building of Gusu University.
The women's dormitory building of Gusu University is located on the last side of the campus.
Song Jian got off the bus at the school gate, and walked briskly towards the back of the campus, frowning as he walked, and Yang Qiong got together, in Song Jian's opinion, this woman is by no means a person who will commit suicide, how could she suddenly jump off the building and commit suicide.
As he was walking, an unusually flattering voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Song Jian!" Song Jian! It's really you! Song Jian, you wait for me, wait for others. β
When Song Jian heard this voice, he couldn't help but get goosebumps on the back of his neck, he stopped helplessly, looked back, and saw a Luo Hao in a pure white suit twisting his buttocks and hurriedly running to his side.
Seeing Luo Hao's running appearance, Song Jianzhen was worried that a gust of wind would blow his writhing waist.
"Song Jian, why did you come to our school? Have you eaten? Ouch, look at you, how do you get gray on your shoulders," Luo Hao said as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and patted Song Jian on the shoulder, which was still fragrant when it was waved.
Song Jian hurriedly dodged and said, "I heard Xia Lin say that there was a murder in your school, so come and see, the girls' dormitory is moving forward." β
"Yes, yes, what homicide? How did I not know? Luo Hao asked.
Song Jian didn't answer, and strode forward, when a siren sounded behind him, and it seemed that the criminal police had arrived.
After walking for more than 300 meters, Song Jian finally came to the last row of buildings in the girls' dormitory building, where Xia Lin was squatting by the flower bed, shivering.
Song Jian walked over, hugged Xia Lin, and said, "What's wrong?" Don't be afraid. β
Xia Lin saw that it was Song Jian, so she hugged Song Jian.
Song Jian patted Charlene on the back.
Luo Hao in the back looked sad for a while, and he kept thinking in his heart, if I could lie in his arms, how happy it would be, oh my God, let me realize this wish.
A minute later, Xia Lin finally relented, she pointed her finger behind her, and said, "Senior Sister Yang Qiong, it's right there." β
Song Jian took Xia Lin's hand, and the two of them walked back, only to see that in the open space behind the dormitory building, there was a corpse lying there, the brain had flowed out, and it was definitely not alive, the corpse was Yang Qiong, Yang Qiong was wearing a long skirt and pajamas with floral cloth, and she could see light makeup painted on her face, she should have just taken a shower, and there were some water stains on her pajamas.
Then the police car behind him sounded, and three police cars stopped under the building, pulling up a cordon, stopping the students who were watching outside, in fact, the police car sounded, and the students in the school found out about the tragedy.
Luo Hao saw this situation of bursting brains, screamed in fright, and reached out to hug Song Jian's shoulder, Song Jian kept paying attention to Luo Hao's movements, seeing Luo Hao lying over, Song Jian hurriedly dodged, Luo Hao almost pounced.
Xia Lin on the side laughed for a moment, and then cried again, and said: "I can't believe it, Senior Sister Yang Qiong died like this, she told me yesterday that she was actively preparing for the next heroine role, how could she suddenly commit suicide and jump off the building!" β