Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Zhou An, who was sitting opposite, coughed lightly, interrupting the show of affection between the two.

"Mr. Jin, you also know that our country has a large population, and the demand for medicines is even greater. Your purchase price is [-] cents. There is no such thing as that."

Zhou An grimaced, "Let me tell you clearly, the highest price in our hearts is only [-] cents. No matter how high it is, it really won't work."

Song Chubai blinked, and realized it belatedly.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

So it's not selling him, but selling medicine?

That's right, besides being the president of a private hospital, Jin Chen is also the president of the largest pharmaceutical company in China.

He had forgotten that.

Song Chubai knew too well how profitable the drug was, if the purchase price was [-] cents, it might be [-] cents if it was sold, and it might be more than a hundred times the profit.

He had suffered a lot in order to find high-quality and cheap pet medicines.

Thinking of this, Song Chubai temporarily put aside the oolong just now, and said instead: "I also think fifty cents is too high."

He said this as if he wasn't the one who said fifty cents at the beginning.

Zhou An didn't expect that Song Chubai would suddenly speak up for him, but with such a good opportunity, he naturally fought hard.

"Yes, Mr. Jin, look, this fifty cents is really too high."

Jin Chen clicked his tongue lightly, sliding his big hand down calmly, and put his arms around Song Chubai's waist, then raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Zhou, you must be aware of the high cost of drug research and development."

"I have so many medical research institutes under my hands, and the annual drug research and development is tens of billions. Is your forty-six cents too low?"

Zhou settled down. Of course he knew how expensive it was to develop drugs, but for the sake of the people, for the sake of the people, today's price must be cut down.

"Mr. Jin, we are all clear about what you said, but you also know that it is difficult to see a doctor now. Tell me, you have to be treated if you are sick. The price of this medicine is too high, and it is really unaffordable."

"Isn't this making people wait to die? This is all human life!"

Zhou An said, sighed deeply, trying to play the emotional card.

However, Jin Chen doesn't like this. As far as the purchasing department is concerned, one can pretend better than the other, and one can speak better than the other, but who is he?

Ruthless capitalists.

He won't eat this set.

"Minister Zhou, they want to live, but the people under my command also want to live."

"If you lower the price like this, who will do the research and development of medicine in the future?"

Seeing that Jin Chen refused to let go, Zhou An was inevitably disappointed.

He frowned even more, thinking about whether to continue the war. In any case, the price must be negotiated.

Forty-six is ​​really the bottom line.

Listening to the two going back and forth, Song Chubai finally understood the doorway.

He pondered for two seconds, and he didn't care about the restless big hand on his waist. Instead, he pulled Jin Chen's sleeve and said tentatively, "I think the number four is quite unpleasant, what do you think?" ?”

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows and echoed, "It's quite unpleasant."

Zhou An frowned, and had a bad premonition, "Four doesn't sound good, wouldn't it really cost fifty cents?"

What a fart!

Zhou An's chest heaved up and down, as if he couldn't hold back anymore.

In the next second, he heard Song Chubai say again: "The number three is not bad."

Zhou An frowned fiercely, he was indeed a profiteer, he must be trying to increase the price to [-] cents, listen, it really is... wait, three?

He said three?

Zhou An looked at Song Chubai in surprise.

Not only Zhou An was surprised, but Jin Chen was also a little bit surprised. There was a dark light in his eyes, and his eyes were deep, staring at Song Chubai closely.

Song Chubai swallowed his saliva, "Then what, thirty-six is ​​not bad, haha, six is ​​twice as much as three, how auspicious!"

Zhou Anxin was overjoyed, and quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, Sanmao Liu sounds so good! It's very auspicious!"

Jin Chen gave Zhou An a cold look.

Zhou An's face suddenly fell, forgetting that this is the one who is in charge.

He sighed and fell silent.

Jin Chen stared straight at Song Chubai, and after a while, he hooked his lips.

"Why is your elbow still turning outward?"

Song Chubai lowered his head silently, and whispered, "I used to have no money, and I couldn't even afford medicine."

"At that time, I thought, it would be great if the medicine could be cheaper."

This way he can save more pets.

Some pets are seriously ill. In fact, he can save them, but they need to spend a lot of money on medicines. Their owners are not willing to spend money, and he has no choice.

At first he paid for it himself, but then he almost couldn't even support himself, let alone save them.

If the medicine was cheaper, their owners would definitely be willing to save them.

Thinking of the past, Song Chubai's voice was stained with a suppressed crying tone.

"It would be nice if it was cheaper."

Jin Chen's heart skipped a beat when he heard the slight cry.

He frowned, grabbed Song Chubai's chin, and forced him to look up at himself.

There is a bit of water in the extremely beautiful pupils, pitiful, like a kitten abandoned by its owner.

"Don't cry." Jin Chen said in a deep voice, with a hint of irritability in his eyes.

Damn it, he couldn't bear to see his pitiful appearance.

"Three cents and six, three cents and six, right?"

He let go, frowned, and worked harder, "Don't cry, do you hear me?"

Song Chubai blinked quickly, held back some tears, and asked, "Really three cents?"

"Yeah." Jin Chen responded, and said viciously, "If you don't cry, it's only three cents. If you dare to cry, it's only three cents."

"Don't cry, don't cry." Song Chubai smiled.

Seeing that Jin Chen let go, Zhou An quickly asked the assistant next to him to reprint the contract.

In order to sign the contract on the spot, they even moved the printer over.

A few minutes later, Zhou An handed the revised contract to Jin Chen, "Boss Jin, sign the contract?"

Jin Chen took the contract, glanced quickly, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he signed his name with a flick of a pen.

Song Chubai looked at the signed contract and suddenly remembered something.

He tugged at Jin Chen's sleeve, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "You won't lose money, will you?"

Jin Chen clicked his tongue lightly, now he wondered if he would lose money?

"I can't die of hunger." Jin Chen said flatly.

The warm breath sprayed on the base of his ears, bringing a tingling sensation.

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, clasped Song Chubai's shoulder with one hand, and didn't care if there were other people here.

"If you're really hungry, I'll eat you."

He moved closer, almost in front of Song Chubai, a dark light flickered in his deep eyes, Song Chubai's figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Chu Chu, how is it?"