In a private lounge on the 27th floor of the hotel.
A white-haired foreign old man was looking at the night outside. At the same time, a young man walked in quickly from outside the door.
"Boss, we found Nan Xiaonan. She returned to her original apartment."
The white-haired old man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth. After coughing twice, he seemed to want to stand up. The young man quickly went forward to support him.
"You couldn't find her these past few days. You only found out when she returned to her apartment." The white-haired old man looked at the young man beside him indifferently. "Jimmy, should I start to doubt your ability to work?"
The young man … Jimmy lowered his head and didn't dare to speak. In fact, there were two things that he didn't understand until now.
The first thing was that Killer No. 7, who was sent to assassinate Nan Xiaonan, was found to have been killed by a bullet from his own sniper rifle. The sniper rifle only fired one shot, and the people sent to clean up couldn't find any traces of someone breaking into the place where Killer No. 7 was lying in wait.
Killer No. 7 didn't seem to have let go of the sniper rifle before he died. Judging from his situation, the moment he was shot, he should have been crouching on the windowsill, preparing to shoot.
Jimmy remembered that before the shot was confirmed, No. 7 even talked to him.
The other thing was that the people who were tracking Nan Xiaonan said that they couldn't see Nan Xiaonan these past few days, but she was obviously at work …
"Why aren't you talking?" The white-haired old man raised his voice.
Jimmy said seriously, "I've already sent No. 4 and No. 5 to watch her 24 hours a day. If Qin Zhen is still alive, he will definitely be exposed. Then I will catch him and personally bring him to Boss. "
"I'll wait for your good news." The white-haired old man slowly sighed.
At this moment, a man in a suit walked in respectfully. "Mr. House, there is a Miss Song outside who says she wants to see you … She asked me to give you this."
Jimmy took the envelope from the man's hand and opened it to find a card inside.
He didn't open the card and just handed it to the white-haired old man … Mr. House.
Mr. House opened it and took a look. He frowned and looked at the man who walked in. "Who else did Miss Song bring?"
The man said, "There's one who looks like an assistant and a few who look like bodyguards."
"Hmm …" Mr. House pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Arrange for a meeting."
"Got it." The man quickly turned and left.
Jimmy was puzzled. "Boss, who is this Miss Song?"
Mr. House shook his head and raised the card in his hand. "I don't know who this Miss Song is for the time being, but I do know who the owner of this card is … I still have to give her some face."
"Who is it?"
"The leader of the Southern China business circle, the old lady of the Zhang family." Mr. House put away the card. "Accompany me to meet her. This old lady wouldn't give out a recommendation letter so easily. Since you can get this old lady to help, you should have some ability. "
"Got it." Jimmy nodded.
…
In the reception room.
"By the way, what do you mean by pig trotters?"
Song Ying, who was waiting in the reception room, sat up straight. However, she thought of the unfinished conversation in the car, so she turned her body slightly and asked the assistant next to her.
"It's … it's a Chinese Internet term. I've been watching web dramas recently and saw it in the bullet screen. The general meaning is that men are good at everything, but they're careless and slow."
"Oh …" Song Ying nodded in realization.
Luoqiu is careless … I don't think so.
He's slow …
At this moment.
The sound of the door opening interrupted Miss Song Ying's wild thoughts. She saw a white-haired old man walking in slowly with a walking stick. Behind him was a handsome young man.
As the president of the Song Dynasty for more than a year, Song Ying had seen many so-called young talents. However, it was rare to see someone like this young man.
However, she paid more attention to this Mr. House. At the same time, she began to read about him in her mind.
This old man was already ninety years old. He had experienced World War II and served as a captain in a certain country. Before the war, he was already a drug smuggler. His method of starting his business was nothing more than smuggling rare drugs during wartime.
In the eighties and nineties of the last century, he was already very famous in Europe as a medicine producer and philanthropist. In the late nineties, he was even conferred a title by the Danish royal family and was given a title.
Ten years ago, when he started to expand the overseas market, the first thing he targeted was China.
In the past two years, he had spent most of his time in China. He told the outside world that it was because he liked China's Beijing opera culture …
"Hello, Mr. House."
Whether it was out of respect for the old man or as a party seeking cooperation, she had to take the initiative to greet him … Song Ying extended her hand to Mr. House with a smile.
"Miss Song."
Mr. House just reached out and shook his hand gently. "I saw your invitation. You were introduced by Old Madam Zhang. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Ying smiled confidently. "Mr. House, before we start talking, I have something I want you to take a look at."
Under Song Ying's gaze, the assistant brought out the documents that had been prepared long ago. "Mr. House, these are our company's products."
"Oh?" Mr. House nodded and sat down. He flipped open the documents and read them carefully.
Song Ying also sat down and looked straight ahead … She just didn't like Mr. House's youthful gaze — most of the young talents she had met would look at her with similar gazes. She had long gotten used to it.
A moment later.
"These products …" Mr. House raised his head slightly and glanced at Song Ying.
Song Ying only smiled slightly and didn't say anything.
Mr. House suppressed his impatience and lowered his head to read again. This time, his expression became even more focused.
After a while, Mr. House closed the documents and placed them on the table. After a moment of silence, he said, "Miss Song, you want to cooperate with me?"
"What do you think of these products, Mr. House?"
Mr. House said calmly, "The data looks very good. If the three products you listed here can be manufactured, it will be a blessing for many patients. Especially the anti-cancer drug mentioned here. It's better than the current mainstream drugs … To be honest, I'm very curious why this drug has never been reported before. "
The assistant smiled calmly and said, "Because ever since these drugs were developed, they have never been brought out. But these two days, we have already completed the patent application … Mr. House, this is the professional certificate. "
The assistant took out another document and placed it on the table.
But Mr. House didn't look at it this time. Instead, he asked, "Miss Song, why are you looking for me?"
Song Ying went straight to the point. "I hope to sign a production and overseas sales contract with Mr. House. I intend to sign the overseas sales rights for these three drugs to you. "
Mr. House smiled and said, "Miss Song, since your company can develop these drugs, I'm sure you don't lack funds … I'm very curious why I've never heard of you in the pharmaceutical industry."
"My family keeps a low profile." Song Ying maintained her smile and said, "This time, my family intends to use these products in order to make a big impact."
Mr. House said happily, "Then, let me congratulate you on your success first. If these three drugs can be put into the market, I can't imagine what heights they will reach … To be honest, I'm very happy to sign this overseas sales contract. Of course, the prerequisite is that all of this is real. "
"We have a lot of data from our on-the-spot experiments." Song Ying said seriously, "Of course, I'm prepared to visit Mr. House. I chose to cooperate with Mr. House because your company's conditions are very mature. "
Mr. House laughed. "Miss Song, why don't you sign the domestic sales rights to me as well?"
But Song Ying said, "Our company intends to do the domestic sales ourselves."
Mr. House smiled and didn't say yes or no. He just said apologetically, "Miss Song, I've been feeling a little unwell recently. I want to go back and rest first … As for the cooperation, let's talk again when we have the chance. This is Jimmy. When I've thought it through, I'll get him to contact you. "
"Of course." Song Ying nodded with a smile.
…
The assistant gave Jimmy his contact information. After that, Jimmy took the document and helped Mr. House out of the reception room.
After a while, a waiter from the bar came over with a bottle of red wine, saying that it was from Mr. House.
The assistant opened the bottle and poured a glass for Song Ying. "This Mr. House doesn't seem very interested … I don't think he's faking it."
Song Ying held the glass of red wine and muttered, "These drugs were developed by Mr. Blind. They've always been the village's specialty. I can guarantee that these are definitely better than any other similar products in the market. This old man shouldn't be unmoved …"
"Could it be because of the pricing?" the assistant thought.
Song Ying shook her head. "There are two pricing options. The overseas pricing is very profitable. Anyone would be moved. And the overseas sales are our source of profit. But Grandpa means that we have to do the domestic sales ourselves, and we have to do it at the cheapest price. This is a form of attitude. Letting the government know our Song family's attitude can also be a form of repayment. If Grandpa wants to gain a foothold in the country and the Song family wants to return to its roots, we can't do the same business as before. The only thing we can do to get on good terms with the government is the drug business … If the local drugs can fight against the imported drugs and solve the problem of patients being unable to afford the drugs, this is the answer that the Song family will give to the government. This is the only way we can get support and save time. It's also a form of allegiance. "
The assistant said, "What if this Mr. House doesn't intend to give up the domestic sales rights …"
Song Ying shook her head and said, "Then let's continue to talk to him. The profits from overseas sales are enough to move any businessman. This old man can't be unaware of the profits. He's not answering directly and is just putting on airs. For the next few days, we won't take the initiative to contact him. He won't be able to resist. Besides … it's not that we can't do without House. It's just that our Song family has to use this House. "
"Young Miss, does Father have any other intentions?"
Song Ying glanced at the assistant — if she was just someone from the Song Huangchao Group, Song Ying didn't intend to say it. It was just that she was chosen by the village.
"House is just the first step for us to get close to the Zhao family in the capital."
"The Zhao family in the capital?"
Song Ying nodded and said seriously, "You're from the village. You should know the history of our Song family … Back then, why did Grandpa's family fall apart and why did he go into exile abroad?"
"Miss, you mean … the Zhao family?"
Song Ying put down the wine glass without taking a sip and said calmly, "There are some clues … but it's enough."
The assistant hurriedly said, "If it's really the Zhao family, then …"
Song Ying shook her head, her eyes fierce. "This is different from South America. The Zhao family has deep roots in the country. However … when it comes to using capital to defeat, I, Song Ying, have never been afraid of anyone. "
"Miss is mighty!" The assistant flattered.
Song Ying rolled her eyes. "In the future, watch less stupid dramas and focus on work. The next year is very important for the new company."
"Okay." The assistant nodded and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She was rather glad that Miss Song Ying didn't have the habit of watching dramas.
Song Ying had very few entertainment activities. The only way to relieve her stress was to race. However, the country was different from South America. Not only were the roads congested, but there were also more traffic lights. She had to stop before she could even shift to fifth gear.
"Miss, are we going back to rest now?"
Song Ying thought for a while and shook her head. "No, let's go to the new company. I want to see how the renovation is going. Go back and sort out the work report from Song Huangchao for me. It should still be early there. I'll have a video conference later. "
The assistant complained in her heart but didn't dare to say much. She nodded and agreed.
…
"Boss, Miss Song has left."
Mr. House lowered his head and rubbed his forehead slowly with his fingers. He didn't say anything.
Jimmy said, "Boss, are you thinking about this collaboration?"
Mr. House shook his head. "The profits from these new drugs are very high. If it were in the past, I might have signed on without hesitation. But now, I'm not in the mood. "
Jimmy nodded.
Mr. House started coughing again. Jimmy quickly took out some medicine and let Mr. House take it. After a while, he recovered, but his face was full of dejection.
He sighed and suddenly looked at the young and handsome Jimmy. "Even if I had ten times my net worth, I still wouldn't be as good as you."
Jimmy lowered his head and didn't say anything. He knew very well what this old man was afraid of.
Mr. House's interest waned. He waved his hand and said, "I'm going to rest. You can go out … I'll leave this collaboration to you. After two days, you can go and talk to Miss Song again."
"Okay."
…
…
Zhong Luochen and 24 were looking at the person inside the glass house through the glass walls.
Inside the glass house, there was a sloppy man with clumps of hair and a face full of dirt. His gaze was unfocused and there was a silly smile on his face from time to time.
Looking at the silly man inside, 24 said, "This one won't do. He's too old and crazy. It's best if he's young and has a pure mind. The success rate will be higher. "
Zhong Luochen said indifferently, "This kind of child is far more valuable than this silly man. It won't be too late to use good material when you can guarantee the success rate."
"What a cheap kindness." 24 didn't comment. He walked into the glass house with a strange smile and then lowered the curtain.
Soon after, screams came from inside.
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