There was a treatment center for TIPS surgery!
Ma Quan knew all kinds of information about interventional surgery like the back of his hand. Otherwise, he would not have been able to grow Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery from a small company to a national enterprise.
Even now, Changfeng had grown up and even had a grudge against materials science.
A smaller company would be very satisfied if they could imitate it and have a meal to eat. How would they dare to covet such a high-end subject like materials science?
TIPS surgery was known as the pearl on the crown of interventional surgery!
There were 200 million hepatitis B patients in the country, and at least two million people needed TIPS surgery!
He immediately realized the value of what Department Chief Kong said.
Moreover, Department Chief Kong was very honest. He did not call a few companies together and bid against each other.
At the very least, Ma Quan knew that Department Chief Kong was using Cook's products at home. Even if his own products entered the 912 hospital, Department Chief Kong would still not use them.
This time, he was only called. He did not see Cook's people. Ma Quan was a little puzzled, but he immediately realized that Department Chief Kong was giving Zheng Ren face.
Although he did not understand why he would do this, Ma Quan knew that he could not let go of this opportunity.
"Department Chief Kong, thank you for your support for Changfeng." Ma Quan stood up and bowed respectfully.
"It's fine." Department Chief Kong waved his hand and smiled. "It's your manager Feng who has done a good job. It's Boss Zheng who has supported you. It has nothing to do with me."
Ma Quan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Department Chief Kong, can you give me a hint? What kind of support do you need?"
"Huh?" Department Chief Kong snorted coldly and sat upright like a mountain.
Ma Quan knew that his little cleverness could not be hidden from Department Chief Kong, the old fox.
Don't provoke him into a corner.
It was not that he did not have a choice. He did not use Cook, who had worked with him for many years, and insisted on using Changfeng. It was indeed giving Zheng Ren face.
However, on second thought, Ma Quan was stunned.
He had never encountered such a situation before. In the early years, when the intervention materials had just entered the mainland, they were all made by international manufacturers.
At that time, the country was poor. People gave them some loose silver and they thought it was a huge sum of money. However, the situation was completely different now.
Now, Bai Sheng had gone bankrupt and was liquidated. Did he even dare to think of getting a share of the profits?
The change was obvious.
Then, the relevant experience from the past could not be applied to the current situation at all.
Ma Quan's thoughts flashed like lightning. He came up with plans one after another, but they were immediately rejected.
After being stunned for more than ten seconds, Ma Quan saw that Department Chief Kong's expression was getting darker and darker. He made up his mind and said, "Department Chief Kong, you also know that our Changfeng doesn't have experience in this area."
He paused and observed Department Chief Kong's expression.
"We will definitely support Boss Zheng. As for the specifics, please give me a plan. "
"Is it easy to bargain then?" Department Chief Kong said coldly.
"Uh …"
You're not even allowed to bargain? While Ma Quan was hesitating, he saw Department Chief Kong take out his phone and start flipping through his contact list.
His eyes glanced at Director Kong's phone. When he heard the name Cook, Ma Quan's back turned cold, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
"Chief Kong, how about this?" The moment Director Kong pointed, Ma Quan almost roared, "Give me a plan. If my side can do it, I'll definitely do my best. If our company can't handle it, you can look for other companies. We have no complaints. "
This was practically a plea.
Department Chief Kong said in a deep voice, "For medical supplies, add 5% to the factory price. This is your company's profit. The sales price is in accordance with the national unified price. You don't have to worry about the profit in the middle. "
"…" Ma Quan never dreamed that Department Chief Kong would propose such a plan.
Only private hospitals would do something like desperately lowering the factory price.
However, private hospitals rarely performed large-scale surgeries. For example, TIPS surgery. They basically would not touch it.
This was because private hospitals were usually small specialties, such as hemorrhoids. Or they were women and children's hospitals, eye hospitals, and so on.
Interventional surgeries like liver cancer and cirrhosis required the support of large tertiary Grade A hospitals. Private hospitals could not afford to support so many people.
What was Department Chief Kong thinking?
Ma Quan was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Department Chief Kong did not hesitate to find the phone, he immediately pressed it and prepared to look for Cook's people.
He immediately shouted, "Department Chief Kong, yes!"
At this moment, Department Chief Kong's face revealed a smile.
"Department Chief Kong, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren's voice came from the door.
"Boss Zheng, aren't we making money for you?" Department Chief Kong joked.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.
"I thought about it. I'm afraid that using the research fund will lead you astray. But you're a candidate for the Nobel Prize. If you don't think it's too little, I'll feel embarrassed, "Department Chief Kong said.
"And then?" Ever since Zheng Ren spent more than a thousand yuan on a meal with Xie Yiren, he began to pay attention to making money. In the past, Zheng Ren also needed money, but he still put learning skills first.
Now that the level of interventional surgery was leading in the world, he also felt huge economic pressure. Naturally, he could not ignore making money.
"Without going through the middleman, Changfeng will increase the factory price by 5% and provide medical supplies for TIPS surgery. In the research institute, normal sales. One set … is estimated to have a profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. You and the hospital will split it equally, "Department Chief Kong said.
Uh …
Zheng Ren was speechless.
According to the number of patients in the Imperial Capital and his own surgical standards, it was very easy to earn 10 to 20 million yuan a year.
"The money is still a little little, but let's make do with it for now," Department Chief Kong said.
Ma Quan cried. Make do. How could it be so make do?
Changfeng's annual net profit was only about 100 million yuan. Why did tens of millions become make do with Department Chief Kong?
"It's not bad." Zheng Ren smiled. "Manager Feng, just contact me when the time comes."
Zheng Ren's words made Feng Xuhui's mind calm down.
Chief Zheng was a meticulous person. No matter what, he would never forget himself. It seemed that his career of focusing on hugging someone's thigh could still continue.
Feng Xuhui thought to himself.
"Boss Ma, it's settled then," Department Chief Kong said with a smile. "You can go back. We'll talk about the details in the Imperial Capital."
"Department Chief Kong, Boss Zheng, a few days ago, Professor Rudolf Wagner mentioned that the product had entered Heidelberg University Medical Center …"
Ma Quan did not forget about this matter.
"Oh, looking for Lil Fugui." Zheng Ren turned around and called Yang Lei to call the professor over.
Soon, the professor came to the office. His long golden hair was not elegant at all. After staying in the ward for many days, his hair was almost as long as felt.
"Boss, what's up?" Professor Rudolf Wagner came in and said.
"This is the manufacturer of medical supplies used for prostate interventional embolization. Don't you want to buy some medical supplies?" Zheng Ren said.
"Oh." The professor was not very interested and said casually, "Find someone to go back with me and go through the procedures as soon as possible. It's fine on our side. I'm just afraid that they won't be able to handle the procedures when they export. "
Zheng Ren did not care. He would let Ma Quan and the professor talk about the rest. He … really wanted to go back and sleep.
..
..
Note 1: The profit model of a private hospital near us, excluding the middleman. The research institute in the Imperial Capital was not considered the main body of the hospital, so it should be able to play the edge.
Sogou Reading Website:
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
