Film and television drama writing assistant

Chapter 9 Layout
In the evening, the God Oil Shop.

Cheng Yong just redeemed the store from the landlord and invited a few people to have hot pot.

The fan was whistling, but it couldn't take away the heat from the hot pot, and several people were sweating after eating.

"Are you going to India again? Where are you going? Who will sell the medicine when you leave?" Cheng Yong didn't understand Meng Donglai's next plan.

"Peng Hao can sell medicine with you, and I will go to India to handle my own private affairs." Meng Donglai did not explain in detail.

"Private matter? Now that the agency is in our hands, and the drug delivery channel is also very secure, what private matter can you have?" Cheng Yong asked.

"Is it okay to burn incense and worship Buddha?" Meng Donglai didn't want to lie, so naturally he couldn't explain in detail.

"Only a ghost would believe you." Cheng Yong knew he couldn't ask, so he directly picked up the wine glass and wanted to toast with Meng Donglai.

"I'm a sick person, I can't drink any more." Meng Donglai waved his hand and refused.

"Do you look like a patient? Sihui, do you think he looks like a patient? Lao Liu, tell me something, does he look like a patient?" Cheng Yong quit and began to help.

Meng Donglai does not look like a patient. After several months of exercise, his physical fitness has increased a little. Counting the increase in tasks, it has reached ten points, which is no different from ordinary people.

"Who told you that patients have to be weak? Am I in a good mood?" Meng Donglai said bitterly.

"Okay, let's drink for your good attitude, otherwise I will follow you to India." Cheng Yong said roguely.

"You bastard..." Meng Donglai could only have a drink with him.

The cold beer neutralized the heat brought by the hot pot, and it was really comfortable. If he was not really sick, Meng Donglai would also want to eat and drink.

……

The next day, Meng Donglai flew to Mumbai again.

The person who picked him up at the airport was James, an acquaintance. In his taxi, Meng Donglai went straight to the pharmaceutical factory.

"You want the agency of Berhampur?" The factory manager looked at Meng Donglai in shock, not understanding why he wanted the agency of a city under the jurisdiction of a purely agricultural state.

"What's wrong? The agency here has been given to someone else?" Meng Donglai asked.

"That's not true. Even Odisha's agency is not wanted. This state is too poor." The factory manager shook his head.

Berhampur is a city in the state of Odisha, a state located in the eastern part of India, and its capital is Bhubaneshwar.

The state lies on the Bay of Bengal in the east, Andhra Pradesh in the south, Madhya Pradesh in the west, Bihar in the north, and Bengal in the northeast.

The reason why Meng Donglai chose Berhampur is because he is near the sea and the economy is underdeveloped, so the agency rights should be very cheap.

"As a foreigner, it will be difficult for you to sell medicine there, and Odisha has always been sold by agents from Madhya Pradesh. If you go there, it will be difficult to open up the situation." the factory director reminded.

Odisha is mountainous inland and has a smaller population than other states. It is mainly engaged in agriculture and is known as the Holy Land of Hinduism.

Poverty represents ignorance, and it is also a holy place for Hinduism, where foreigners really cannot enjoy it.

"I want to try." Meng Donglai insisted.

"Okay, since you insist on this, I will give you the same conditions as Cheng, first let you try to do it for two months, if you can sell two hundred bottles in these two months, the agency right is yours, if not, You can go back to China and concentrate on selling medicine." The factory manager agreed.

If you want agency rights, you have to pay agency fees. If you don't make money, you won't make it in vain.

"No problem." Meng Donglai nodded in agreement, and the two began to sign the agreement.

Two hundred bottles, in Meng Donglai's plan, if it goes well, it will not be enough for him to sell in a day.

After signing the agreement, Meng Donglai took several Chinese students studying in India directly to Berhampur. This city is very small, with a population of less than 10 people, which is the size of a county in China.

Because it is close to the sea and has a medium-sized port, the business atmosphere in Behanpur City is pretty good, and the local hospital has the ability to detect and treat leukemia.

Meng Donglai didn't know whether the treatment effect was good or not. All he needed was that the hospital had the authority to examine and prescribe medicine.

After arriving in Behanpur, he found some local intermediaries and Meng Donglai opened several handbag companies, including express companies, clinics, pharmacies, etc., which were cross-shared by companies in Mumbai and offshore companies.

The hired international students were informed of the follow-up plan and left here to make preparations.When the follow-up funds are in place, these leather bags companies will rent houses, open stores, hire people, and gradually enrich themselves.

When he returned to Shanghai, it was already a month later.

After getting off the plane, Meng Donglai received a piece of news that stunned him:

"What? They're all in the game?"

"Yes, the police are questioning him. I heard from the lawyer that the problem is not big, and he will probably be out soon." The person who came to pick him up was the manager of the express company, who was considered a subordinate hired by Meng Donglai alone.

The express company has very little business now, but the basic framework has been set up.

"Let's go there too." Taking a taxi, the two went directly to the police station. As soon as they got out of the car, they saw four people walking out of the gate.

"Brother Yong, are you okay?" Meng Donglai took care.

"Xiao Lu, when did you come back?" Cheng Yong closed the van door again and walked towards Meng Donglai.

"Just got off the plane." Meng Donglai asked, "What's the situation with you? You all have bruised noses and swollen faces."

"Some patients with physical problems came to us and said that there was something wrong with our medicine. Finally, we found out that a man named Zhang Changlin was selling fake medicine..." Cheng Yong briefly narrated the incident. Meng Donglai understood that he had missed it. They talked about their team building and the riots caused by the patients' families. I wonder if Liu Sihui had that embarrassing incident with Cheng Yong this time.

With Meng Donglai's intervention, Cheng Yong's importance in the team has decreased a lot, and Liu Sihui was also brought in by Meng Donglai, so there is no need to sacrifice himself for gratitude.

"Where's Zhang Changlin?"

"Ran."

This paragraph has not changed, and Zhang Changlin's successful escape has laid the groundwork for a series of subsequent events.

"I think you're in a bad state of mind, are you seriously injured?" Meng Donglai clearly felt that Cheng Yong had something on his mind.

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury, just go back and apply some medicine to rest." Cheng Yong said with a strong smile.

"Well, then let's go back together, I just have something to talk to you about." Meng Donglai took the lead towards the van and got into the co-pilot.

Cheng Yong drove the car and soon came to the Shenyou shop.

Several people applied medicine to each other, while Meng Donglai looked at this month's sales records.

Generic drugs are ordered once a week, and each order is more than the last time. The customer base has expanded very quickly, which can be called explosive growth.

"The order quantity has reached [-] bottles last week, are they sold out?"

"Not yet. There are many people wanting to buy medicine, but this investigation of Zhang Changlin has delayed some time." Cheng Yong replied.

"We have to change our sales strategy." Meng Donglai suggested.

"Why?" Cheng Yong was puzzled: "Isn't this selling well? Do you know how much we can earn a month now? It's enough."

If the sales volume of 500 bottles per week is maintained, 600 bottles will be sold in a month, and the purchase price of a bottle is [-] yuan. After excluding some costs, the profit can reach [-] yuan, or [-] million yuan a month.

Compared with the movie, after Meng Donglai intervened, the development speed of this business was several times faster.

"Shanghai is selling so well at present because those patients are starving and consuming. They are afraid that our channels will not last long, so they almost use up their savings to buy spares. A sharp drop." Meng Donglai explained.

"Then just don't do it, anyway, I have earned enough during this time." Cheng Yong looked a little unnatural.

"Brother Yong, there is something wrong with you." According to Cheng Yong's personality as a businessman, Meng Donglai thought he would say: "Shanghai is saturated, so let's sell to other provinces." Unexpectedly, he wanted to stop.

After thinking about it carefully, it is estimated that Cheng Yong asked the police a random question at the police station just now, and the answer he got frightened him: "Those who sell counterfeit drugs have more than eight years, and less than 15 years, and if the circumstances are serious, they will be sentenced to life."

In other words, Cheng Yong was discouraged.

"I've been busy all day today, and I had another fight. I'm sleepy and tired now. Why don't we discuss it another day." Cheng Yong didn't directly respond to Meng Donglai's question.

"Okay, then Xiao Li will drive Lao Liu and Sihui off, and Peng Hao will go with me." Meng Donglai knew that Cheng Yong was upset now, and he couldn't continue the conversation. It happened that India needed more funds and money. After some time to prepare, it was not time to break up, so I stood up and said goodbye.

"No need, Xiao Li has been tired for a long day." Liu Sihui waved her hands repeatedly.

"Sister Liu, it's okay, just kick the gas pedal." As Meng Donglai's subordinate, Xiao Li naturally only listened to Meng Donglai.

"You're welcome, go back early, rest early, you'll be busy tomorrow." Meng Donglai took the lead out of the Shenyou shop, and did not invite Cheng Yong to eat at home like in the movie.

From Meng Donglian's point of view, he was not Lu Yiyi, and with his contribution in the team, his wife didn't need to toast him to thank him.

　Thanks to book friend Hu Mengfei for the reward.

　　By the way, I would like to ask for a wave of recommendations and monthly tickets. The ranking of the new book issue will greatly affect the results. I hope everyone will support it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)