Renhe Hospital, this is the private hospital that Duan Zixuan said.

According to Duan Zixuan's introduction, this hospital was built in the nineties of the last century, and the president and chairman of the board is an old man named Dai Lide, which is relatively good in Hong Kong.

"Dean Dai, is the price you offer a little too expensive?" Yan Murong said.

Dai Lide is an old man in his seventies, with gray hair, a slightly thin figure, and a very easy-going face. Judging from his facial features, he was also a talent when he was young.

"Young man, you don't have to lower the price anymore." Dai Lide said with a wry smile. "350 million Hong Kong dollars, this is my old capital."

"Let's not talk about the price yet." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "Can you tell us why you want to sell this hospital?"

"I can't do it anymore, I'm ready to retire." Dai Lide said with a sigh. "And to tell you the truth, now there is no way for this hospital to make a profit, and I have to put money back every month, so I plan to sell it."

"What's going on?" Yan Murong asked strangely, even if the hospital is not profitable, it will not be poured into it every month.

"There are too many peers." Dai Lide sighed and spoke slowly. "Hong Kong does not agree with the mainland, and private hospitals abound here. Although Renhe Hospital is relatively advanced in terms of the number of experts and medical equipment, you should have heard this sentence - peers are enemies, right? ”

"Huh." Dai Lide smiled bitterly and said. "Compared with public hospitals and private hospitals, some ordinary citizens prefer to go to public hospitals, and private hospitals, most of them are white-collar workers or wealthy people will choose - but in Hong Kong, there are many private hospitals, and they want to be better than Yu Yan Wo Hospital."

Listening to Dai Lide's words, Yan Murong nodded. It's just that he can't understand why the old dean still wants to tell himself this since he wants to sell it? Aren't you afraid that you won't buy it after listening to it?

"It's the wrong way to operate." Duan Zixuan, who was sitting on the side, interjected.

"Yes." Dareid nodded. "I founded Renhe Hospital after I came back from abroad, and I am the only shareholder and investor, and I am also in charge of the daily management of the hospital - for the sake of medicine, I have delayed most of my life, and now I don't even have a wife and children. I'm old and I don't have that much experience in management, so I'm going to sell it and take the money to retire. ”

Yan Murong was silent, indeed, Yan Murong had already understood these situations before he came, Dai Lide did not have a wife and children, only a nephew, and the nephew was not a medical student.

For such a person, Yan Murong respects him very much, an old man who can contribute most of his life to the cause of medicine, is worthy of respect-just no matter how respectful he is, this money is still a bit much.

"Dean Dai, look, can't this price be cheaper?" Yan Murong asked. "If I could, I'd like you to stay in the hospital - not to run the hospital, of course, but to hire you as a consultant."

"That's right." Hearing Yan Murong's words, Dai Lide was silent.

He has paid too much for this hospital, and if he wants to say that he is not nostalgic, it is fake, but he will choose to leave when he is old and can't do it. And now the condition proposed by Yan Murong made him very tempted.

"How about an annual salary of two million Hong Kong dollars?"

Seeing that Dai Lide was a little shaken, Yan Murong hurriedly said. "I know it's probably a little less than an annual salary, but I guess you'd also like to see what happens to the hospital in my hands, right?"

"You young man." Dalide laughed. "You're a doctor?"

"Yes." Yan Murong smiled and nodded. "But unlike you, you are a Western doctor, and I am a Chinese medicine doctor."

"Oh?" Dai Lide looked at Yan Murong in surprise. "Do you want to turn this place into a Chinese medicine hospital?"

"There's this idea." Yan Murong said. "However, the combination of Chinese and Western is the way to go - when I came, I saw the Chinese medicine department, and the first floor only occupies a quarter, and I plan to expand the entire floor into the Chinese medicine department."

"Chinese medicine, it's amazing." Dalide thought for a while, nodded and said. "Okay, since you said it, then I'll stay, I really want to see what you can achieve."

"Hey, hey." Yan Murong smiled and asked. "The price?"

"You." Dai Lide shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Forget 50 million, 300 million Hong Kong dollars, is there a problem?"

"No problem." Yan Murong grinned happily. Originally, he thought that it would be a miracle to be able to get 10 million cheaper, but the old man Dai Lide was really interesting, and he removed 50 million at once.

The corners of Yan Murong's mouth were almost grinning to the root of his ears, and Duan Zixuan, who was sitting on the side, was also dumbfounded. He has been doing business for many years, but he has never encountered such a hate to bargain as buying a hospital as buying cabbage on the street-what is even more outrageous is that it is still the seller who takes the initiative to reduce the price.

Is this talking about business? What's going on? Duan Zixuan really couldn't figure it out.

What did Yan Murong say? Doesn't it mean that if you let this old dean stay as a consultant, this will make him take the initiative to save 50 million?

"Dean Dai, look, when are we going to sign the contract?" Yan Murong couldn't wait to ask.

"Anytime." Dai Lide smiled, took out a folder from his desk, handed it to Yan Murong and said. "I've already prepared the contract."

"Zixuan, help me take a look, I can't understand this thing." Yan Murong handed the contract to Duan Zixuan and said.

Duan Zixuan took the contract, and it took twenty minutes to read all the terms, think about it, and said. "The contract is fine, if you have money now, then sign it, and I will call you immediately to transfer the money and find a lawyer."

"Alright, that's it." Yan Murong took the contract and said with a smile. "Then Dean Dai, let's just wait, and we'll sign when the lawyer comes."

Dai Lide smiled and nodded, and was about to speak, when the door of the dean's office was pushed open from the outside, and then, a young man with sharp beak and shiny hair appeared at the door.

"Cheng Yang, why are you here?" Dai Lide looked at the young man in surprise.

"Uncle, are you going to sell Renhe Hospital?" The young man screamed at a shrill voice. "No, no, this hospital can't be sold, you said you wanted to leave it to me."

When Yan Murong heard this, he was immediately happy.

This guy is Dai Lide's nephew, and he came so anxiously to ask for property.