Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1226, Cheap Kindness

The hotel has a private lounge on the 27th floor.

A white-haired foreign veteran is looking out at the night outside, while a young man walks quickly from the door.

"Boss, found Nan Xiaonan, she returned to the original apartment."

The white-haired old man took the handkerchief from his pocket on his chest and grabbed his lips and coughed twice. He seemed to stand up and the young man quickly walked forward to help.

"You haven't been able to find her for the past few days, but I don't know until she returns to the apartment." The white-haired old man looked at the young man: "Jimmy, should I doubt your ability to work?"

Young... Jimmy lowered his head and didn't dare to speak - there are actually two things that he didn't want to understand until now.

The first thing was to send out the assassination of Nan Xiaonan’s killer No. 7, and finally found that he was dead in the bullet of his own gun, and the gun was just fired. The person sent to clean up could not even find someone breaking into the 7th. Traces of ambush places.

Moreover, before the death of the 7th, the hands should not be released. From the situation of him, the moment he was shot, he should be lying on the window sill, ready to kill.

Jimmy remembers that even before he confirmed the shot, 7 even talked to himself.

Another thing is that the person who traced Nan Xiaonan said that Nan Xiaonan could not be seen anyway in the past few days, but she obviously has to go to work...

"Why don't you talk." The voice of the white-haired old man has improved.

Jimmy is right: "I have already let the 4th and 5th move, and monitor her 24 hours. If Qin really hasn't died, it will definitely be exposed, then I will grab him and bring it to the boss."

"I am waiting for your good news." The white-haired old man slowly sighed.

At this time, a suit man walked in respectfully. "Mr. House, there is a Miss Song outside, saying that I want to see you... this is what she asked me to give you."

Jimmy took an envelope from the man's hand and found it was a cardboard inside.

He didn't open the cardboard and looked at it, but he handed it to the white-haired old man... in front of Mr. House.

Mr. House opened his eyes and frowned, and looked at the man who came in. "What kind of person did Miss Song bring?"

The man said: "There is one like an assistant, and there are still a few who should look like bodyguards."

"Well..." Mr. House indulged for a moment before he nodded. "Schedule, see you."

"Know it." The man quickly turned and left.

Jimmy didn't explain at the moment: "Boss, who is Miss Song?"

Mr. House shook his head, but raised the paper card in his hand. "Who is Miss Song, I don't know it yet, but who is the owner of this paper card, I know it... or give it Point to face."

"who is it?"

"The leader of the South China Business Circle, the old lady of Zhang's family." Mr. House collected the paper card. "You will accompany me to see you. The old lady will not easily introduce letters. Since you can please move this old lady, there should be some skill."

"Know it." Jimmy nodded.

......

In the reception room.

"Right, what did you mean by the big pig hoof?"

Song Ying, who was waiting in the reception room, sat very well, but when she thought about the topic that had not been finished in the car, she leaned sideways and asked her assistant.

"Yes...is the network word used in China. I recently watched the online drama and saw it on the barrage. The general meaning is that men are good, they are careless and slow."

"Oh..." Song Ying stunned and nodded.

Luo Qiu carelessly... Didn’t feel it?

Being dull is...

at this time.

The sound of opening the door interrupted Miss Sakura's cranky thoughts. I saw a white-haired old man walking slowly with a cane, followed by a handsome young man.

The so-called young talents, as the president who took over the Song Dynasty for more than a year, Song Ying has seen a lot - but like this youth-like, it is rare.

But she paid more attention to Mr. House, and at the same time began to read about the other side's information.

The old man is 90 years old. He has experienced the Second World War. He once served as a captain of a certain country. Before the war, he was already a smuggler who resold drugs. The only way to start his own business was to smuggle scarce drugs with military ranks during the war.

In the 1980s and 1990s, it was already a well-known medicinal material producer in the European region, a philanthropist. In the late 1990s, it was also the title of the Danish royal family.

Ten years ago, I began to expand overseas markets, and I was aiming at China for the first time.

In the past two years, a lot of time has been left in China, and it is said to the outside world that I like the Beijing Opera culture of China...

"Hello, Mr. House."

Whether it is for the respect of the elderly, or as a party seeking cooperation, to take the initiative to say hello to this kind of thing, or to do ... Song Ying extended his hand to Mr. Haus, with a smile.

"Miss Song."

Mr. House just reached out and shook it with a light hand. "I saw your note. You introduced it to Mrs. Zhang. I don't know if I can help you?"

Song Ying smiled confidently. "Mr. House, I have something to show you before I start talking about things."

Under the direction of Song Ying's gaze, the assistant sent out the documents prepared early. "Mr. House, these are the products of our company."

"Oh?" Mr. House nodded, sat down and looked through the documents.

Song Ying also sat down, not squinting... but some of the young people who did not like Mr. House - the young talents she had seen, most of them would cast a similar look to themselves, already used to it.

moment.

"These products..." Mr. House looked up slightly and looked at Song Ying.

Song Ying just smiled and didn't speak.

Mr. House was patient and looked down, but his look became more focused.

For a while, Mr. House closed the document and put it on the table. After a moment of indulgence, "Miss Song, you want to find me to cooperate?"

“How does Mr. House think about these products?”

Mr. House said in a light way: "The data looks very good. The three products listed here, if they can be produced, will be the gospel of many patients, especially the anticancer drugs mentioned in it, than the current mainstream drugs. Fortunately... To be honest, I am very curious, why this drug has never been reported."

The assistant smiled at this moment: "Because these drugs have never been taken out since they were developed, we have already completed the patent application in these two days... Mr. House, this is a professional certificate."

The assistant put another file out and placed it on the table.

However, Mr. House did not read this time. Instead, he asked: "Miss Song is looking for me, what is it for?"

Song Ying opened the door and said: "I hope to sign a production and overseas sales contract with Mr. House. I plan to sign the overseas sales rights for these three drugs."

Mr. House smiled and said: "Miss Song, your company can develop these drugs. I don't think there is no shortage of funds... I am very curious. In the medical world, why have you never heard of Miss Song?"

"The family is relatively low-key." Song Ying kept smiling: "This time our family is trying to make a big impact, so we plan to use these products."

Mr. House said happily: "Then I will congratulate Miss Song on success. If these three drugs can be put into the market, what kind of height can I reach, I can hardly imagine... the contract of this overseas dealer, to be honest, I I am very happy to sign it. Of course, the premise is that it is all true."

"We have a lot of on-site test data." Song Yingzheng said: "I can come to visit Mr. House, of course, I am ready. I chose to cooperate with Mr. House because the conditions of your company are very mature."

Mr. House laughed happily: "Miss Song, don't know why not sign the domestic sales rights together?"

Song Ying said: "The domestic one, our company is ready to do it ourselves."

Mr. House smiled and said nothing, but did not say no, but just apologized: "Miss Song, I am a little uncomfortable recently. I want to go back to rest... about cooperation, chances are we to talk again. This is Jimmy, I will let him contact you when I think about it."

"Of course." Song Ying smiled and nodded.

......

The assistant left Jimmy with his own contact information. After Jimmy took the document, he took Mr. House and left the reception room.

After a while, a waiter in a lounge walked with a bottle of red wine and said it was delivered by Mr. House.

The assistant opened the red wine and gave Song Sakura a cup. "Mr. This House, it seems that the interest is not big... It should not be pretending."

Song Ying held a red wine glass and said: "These drugs are all developed by Mr. Blind. They have always been special medicines for the village. I can guarantee that this is definitely higher than any other type of product on the market. Shouldn't be heartless..."

“Is it because of pricing?” Helping the ideal.

Song Ying shook his head: "Two kinds of pricing, the profit of overseas pricing is very big, who will be heart-warming. And overseas sales is also our source of profit. But the grandfather means that this piece of domestic must do it yourself, and to be the cheapest. This is an attitude that allows the government to know the attitude of our Song family, or it can be a kind of feedback. The grandfather wants to stand firm in the country, the Song family wants to fall back to the roots, and can no longer do the previous business, we can take out the hand and The government has done a good job. At present, there is only a drug business. If the local medicine can crack down on imported medicines and solve the problem that patients are expensive and cannot use medicines, this is the answer given by Song family. Only in this way can we get Support, save time, it can be considered a name."

Assistant: "In case Mr. House, do not intend to give up domestic sales rights..."

Song Ying shook his head and said: "Then continue to grind with him. The profits from overseas sales are enough to impress any businessman. The old man will not be unclear about the profits. He does not answer directly, but he only poses. In these few days, we will If you don't contact him, he can't help it. Besides... We don't really have to do without House, but we must use this House."

"Miss, is there anything else that the old man has?"

Song Ying looked at the assistant - if she was only a member of the Song Dynasty, Song Ying did not intend to say that she was selected by the village.

“Haus, it’s just the first step we used to get close to the Zhao family in Beijing.”

"Zhaojia of Beijing?"

Song Ying nodded and said: "You are from the village. You should know the history of our Song family... When was the grandfather, why was the family broken and why did you go abroad?"

"Miss, you mean... Zhao?"

Song Ying put the glass down, didn't drink it, and said indifferently: "A little clue... but it is enough."

The assistant quickly said: "If it is really the Zhao family, then..."

Song Ying shook his head and shook his head. "There are different South Americans here, and the Zhao family is deeply rooted in the country. However... When it comes to using capital to fight, I have never been afraid of Song Ying."

"Miss Weiwu August!" Assistant shot the horse.

Song Ying turned his eyes and said, "Look less about brain remnants in the future, focusing on work, and the next year is very important to the new company."

"Okay." The assistant nodded, and then he secretly sighed, and it was quite fortunate that Miss Sakura did not have the habit of watching TV.

Song Ying’s entertainment project is very rare. The only way to release pressure on weekdays is to drive the car. It’s just that the country is no better than South America. The congestion is not blocked, the traffic lights are still more than the above, and even if the five files are not hung up, they will stop.

"Miss, are we going to go back to rest now?"

Song Ying thought about it and shook her head. "No, go to a new company. I want to see how the decoration is going. I will go back and give me a summary of the work report of the Song Dynasty last week. It should be very early. I will open another video conference later."

The assistant spit in the heart, but did not dare to say more, nodded and said yes.

......

"Boss, this Miss Song has already left."

Mr. House lowered his head and his fingers slowly groaned on his forehead, without speaking.

Jimmy said: "Boss, are you thinking about this cooperation?"

Mr. House shook his head. "The profit of these new drugs is very big. I may have signed it without hesitation before. But now, I am not in the mood."

Jimmy nodded.

Mr. House began to cough again, and Jimmy quickly took out some medicine to let Mr. House take it. After a while, he was relieved, but his face was faded.

He sighed and suddenly looked at the young and handsome Jimmy at this time. "Give me ten times more worth than my family."

Jimmy bowed his head and he knew exactly what the old man was afraid of.

Mr. House suddenly made a fuss, and he waved his hand: "I have to rest, go out... This cooperation is handed over to you. After two days, you will go and talk to Miss Song."

"it is good."

......

......

Across the four-sided glass curtain wall, Zhong Dingchen is watching the people in the glass house together with the 24th.

Sitting in the glass house was a man with a squat, his hair lumpy and his face dirty – even his eyes were scattered and his mouth was not a silly smile.

Looking at the stupid man inside, 24 words: "This is not good, too old, and crazy. It is best to be young and pure, and the success rate will be even greater."

The clock fell into the dust but said: "The value of such a child is far greater than this silly man. When the gentleman can ensure the success rate, it is not too late to use good materials."

"It's really cheap and kind." 24 Undecided, smirked and walked into the glass room, then lowered the curtain.

Soon after, the voice of screams came from inside.

There was no change in the look of the clock, and the eyes did not change, just listening.

(End of this chapter)