Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 665: Expand

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Blue Morning Pharmaceutical used to be a star enterprise in Northeast China. During its heyday, it was said that the annual output value was more than a billion yuan. Leaders at all levels like to visit and investigate. Later, this company was also listed on Shanghai in order to expand its development and build a fleet carrier-class enterprise in China Pharmaceutical Industry.

The result is probably that the leadership care is too strong. The fleet carrier has not been successfully built. It has been suspended six times in the five years of listing. Finally, the label of "ST" is not enough, and a "star" is added to indicate financial If there is a problem, there is a risk of delisting at any time.

The leader finally felt that the company was running out of oil and water and decided to sell it. It's a pity ... No one buys it.

When Zhou Qingfeng selected the pharmaceutical factory, the Blue Morning Pharmaceutical data was placed in front of him. After reading the financial statements of this company, he laughed and scolded: "Bearing more than two billions of debts from the bank, he dared to ask for a price of three billions. Is he really a fool?"

"No way, the people who made these shortfalls are still on the stage. Those people would rather let this enterprise rot completely, and never sell it cheaply, otherwise they will be charged with 'state-owned assets lost'." Yuan Mei also said that there was nothing , Because Blue Morning Pharmaceutical is still a state-owned enterprise.

Blue Morning Pharmaceutical itself is a mess, but it has many drug batches that can be easily marketed and sold. This is its biggest asset. Zhou Qingfeng is not the first thing to do when selling DogMeat. He would rather pull down the quality of the goods, but also to be the first to go on sale.

It's as if NTZ-45 was mixed with instant noodles for sale, which is a typical example.

If it is a regular pharmaceutical company, inventing NTZ-45, a drug that can regulate human emotions and improve psychological conditions, I am afraid that it must be sold as a magic medicine. It is embarrassing to say that you are an international pharmaceutical company if you don't sell a medicine for thousands of thousands.

What are the reasons? In addition to medical profits, because the cost of research and development is high!

Zhou Qingfeng has ready-made technical sources, but the NTZ-45 has only invested about 200 million US dollars to succeed. If another pharmaceutical company started from scratch, no one billion dollar would even see a shadow, and various clinical verifications cost money and time.

But Zhou Qingfeng is in a hurry, he ca n’t wait to take NTZ-45 out for money. So he simply mixed NTZ-45 as a seasoning into instant noodles, and the result became a hit, making money.

'Wasteland Trading' was shipped domestically in the early days, with a monthly profit exceeding 100 million. In the later period, Yuan Mei felt that foreigners made more money, so they bought most of the NTZ-45 with limited production abroad.

For ordinary food, there is no need for any particularly rigorous inspection, so ‘Supreme’ instant noodles are sold worldwide. Everyone knows that this instant noodle is delicious, but after studying it, I do n’t know why it is delicious.

And the result of this approach is that ‘Wasteland Trading’ ’s profit for the month soared directly to 300 million RMB, and there was a growing trend.

If you sell it as a medicine, you can open a clinical trial within ten years. The domestic Chinese medicine "Compound Danshen Dripping Pill" has been applied for certification by the US FDA since the late 1990s. It took a full 17 years to get this done.

Seventeen years! The teenagers have become middle-aged.

Zhou Qingfeng said: I have n’t waited for 17 years. For seventeen years, Lao Tzu had already made money back. He decided to still get the Blue Morning Pharmaceutical, and sell the drugs with the name and batch number of the existing drugs mixed with the black technology. As long as the medicine is effective, the market of China's billions of people will be enough to make a profit.

Uncle Zhou ordered this matter, he patted his **** and went to the United States to make trouble. It is naturally Yuan Mei, Feng Wan and Xu Guoqiang who are responsible for this matter.

Considering the urgency of Zhou Qingfeng, Yuan Mei decided to synchronize several things at hand. The first point is to establish a new 'radiation laboratory'. The laboratory requires a secret, closed, easy to manage, complete living facilities, and finally decided to buy a rotten community for renovation.

Tianyang City has engaged in real estate development in the past few years, and many businessmen from all over the country have speculated. There are a lot of buildings in the city, but more of them are bad buildings.

"Who are you, the boss?" Yuan Mei spent two days assessing, and finally took the car and took the secretary and bodyguard to commit suicide to negotiate in a villa area on the outskirts of the city.

The sales office in this villa area has been ruined, and the grass at the door is half the height. Behind the welcome counter was a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker, holding a bowl of noodles to eat.

"I am the boss, why are you here?" The middle-aged man squatted in a chair behind the welcome counter and rolled his eyes to look at the few people who came in. He still had a mouthful in his mouth, and his speech was vague.

What does the boss look like? It's too dismal!

Yuan Mei opened her eyes. She looked suspiciously at the middle-aged people and said, "I'm from" Wasteland Trading ". I called by phone and said that I would like to have an interview. I want to buy you Let ’s make a price in the villa area. "

Pooh ..., all over the floor. The middle-aged man almost jumped up. He wiped his mouth indiscriminately with his sleeves and opened his eyes and asked, "Who do you say you are?"

"My surname is Yuan and I am the general manager of‘ Wasteland Trading ’. I ’m here ..."

Wait for Yuan Mei to finish talking, the middle-aged man suddenly shivered with fingers trembling: "I know you, you have been on TV. You are the one that is broken, uh ... no, no, no! You are the one Business geniuses that have saved dozens of businesses and added thousands of jobs. "

The words turned Yuan Mei's face black. Now she is no longer the poor woman who was pulling a tricycle under the sun and collecting waste products in the streets. Regardless of temperament or appearance, she has been promoted to the rank of a celebrity, but the people on the market always talk about her unlucky experience.

Everyone feels that a woman who started her business by collecting waste products and founded ‘Wasteland Trading’ with bare hands. It ’s too surprising and inspirational to have more than one billion turnover in a year. Few people think about who is behind this score?

The term "business wizard" must be something that middle-aged people think of temporarily. Yuan Mei knows that people in the city are used to calling her "The Broken King".

Looking at Yuan Mei's unhappy face, the middle-aged man quickly bowed his head to apologize, and then Fei generally rushed into a room behind the sales office. After a crackling, a successful person in a suit and hairspray appeared in front of everyone.

"Hello Chief Yuan! My surname is Liu, ..." The middle-aged man also took out his business card and handed it to Yuan Mei very respectfully. If you don't consider the noodle stepped on by him, it's a bit of a style.

"We won't talk nonsense. If you make a price, this villa area and the surrounding 500 acres of land will be transferred to me." Yuan Mei and Zhou Qingfeng have been learning for a long time, and they have learned a lot of pride.

This middle-aged man hesitated and thought for a long time before saying, "Otherwise, five ..., five hundred million, you take them all."

As soon as the price came out, Yuan Mei turned his head away and said, ‘Waste my time, next house’.

"Don't ..., Chief Yuan, Chief Yuan don't go!" The middle-aged man threw himself up, the noodles stepped on his feet slipped, and the whole person fell to the ground when they fell, and they almost hugged Yuan Mei's thighs. His anxious voice changed, and he shouted: "Chief Yuan, you offer, you offer."

"I will be responsible for the bank debt, and I will give you another 50 million yuan. If you agree, we will sign the contract immediately and go to the government for record. I can transfer the money to you today. If you think you can't ..."

"Okay, okay, okay, ..." The middle-aged man fell a dog and shit, but shouted, "I'm already tired of this broken place. Take it, take it, take it all Go, I do n’t want to stay for a moment. "

The base of the Radiation Laboratory is ready. (To be continued.)