Lanchen Pharmaceutical was once a star enterprise in the Northeast. It was said that its annual output value was more than one billion yuan at its peak, and leaders at all levels liked to visit and conduct research. Later, this company was listed in Magic City, in order to expand its development and build a fleet aircraft carrier-level enterprise of Huaxia Pharmaceutical.

The result is probably because the leaders are caring too much. The fleet aircraft carrier was not successfully built. It was suspended six times after five years of listing. In the end, the label of "st" was not enough. A "star" was added, indicating that there was financial problems and there was a risk of delisting at any time.

The leader finally felt that the company was out of stock, so he decided to sell it. Unfortunately... no one has ever bought it.

When Zhou Qingfeng was choosing a pharmaceutical factory, Lan Chen Pharmaceutical's information was placed in front of him. After reading the financial statements of the company, he laughed and scolded: "I have taken over more than 2 billion yuan in the bank's debts, but I dared to ask for a price of 3 billion yuan. Do you really think others are fools?"

"There is no way, the people who created these deficits are still on the stage. Those people would rather let the company completely rot than sell it at a cheap price, otherwise they will be charged with the crime of "loss of state-owned assets." Yuan Mei also said that he had no choice because Lanchen Pharmaceutical is still a state-owned enterprise.

Lanchen Pharmaceutical itself is a mess, but it has many drug batches that can be easily sold, which is its greatest wealth. Zhou Qingfeng did the first thing to do when selling dog meat with a sheep's head. He would rather lower the product level than go on sale first.

Just like the idea of ​​ntz-45 being mixed into instant noodles for sale is a typical example.

If it is a regular pharmaceutical company, it is invented that ntz-45, a drug that can regulate human emotions and improve psychological conditions, is afraid that it will be sold as a magical medicine. If you don’t sell a drug for thousands or tens of thousands, you will be embarrassed to say that you are an international pharmaceutical company.

What is the reason for this? In addition to the huge profits in medicine, the R&D costs are high!

Zhou Qingfeng has a ready-made technology source, but just copying ntz-45 has invested about 200 million US dollars to succeed. If another pharmaceutical company starts from scratch, there is no billion US dollars and it will not even be seen in the shadow. Various clinical verifications are both costly and time-consuming.

But Zhou Qingfeng was anxious. He couldn't wait to take out the ntz-45 for money. So he simply mixed the ntz-45 as a seasoning into instant noodles, and ended up becoming popular and still making money.

The "wasteland trade" was shipped domestically in the early days, and the profit per month exceeded 100 million. Later, Yuan Mei felt that foreigners were more profitable, so he bought most of the ntz-45 with limited production abroad.

As for ordinary food, there is no need for any particularly strict inspection. The "Supreme" instant noodles are therefore sold around the world. Everyone knows that this instant noodles are delicious, but after researching them, I just don’t know why they are delicious?

The result of this practice is that the profits of the "wasteland trade" that month soared to 300 million soft-grand coins, and there is a growth trend.

If it is sold as a drug, it will be clear to God that it can handle clinical experiments within ten years. The domestic traditional Chinese medicine "Compound Danshen Drops" began to apply for US FDA certification in the late 1990s, and it took a full seventeen years to get it done.

Seventeen years! The teenagers have become middle-aged.

Zhou Qingfeng said: I haven't been waiting for seventeen years. In 17 years, I have already earned my money back. He decided to do the Lanchen Pharmaceutical and sell it with the existing drug name and batch number. As long as the drug is effective, the market of more than one billion people in China will be enough to make money.

Uncle Zhou ordered this matter, so he patted his butt to go to the United States to make trouble. Of course, Yuan Mei, Feng Wan, Xu Guoqiang and others were responsible for this matter.

Considering that Zhou Qingfeng is impatient, Yuan Mei decided to do several things at hand at the same time. The first point is to set up a new "radiation laboratory". The laboratory requires it to be secret, closed, easy to manage, and complete living facilities. Finally, he decided to buy an unfinished community for renovation.

Tianyang City has developed a great development in real estate in the past few years, and many businessmen from all over the country have come to speculate. There are also many more buildings in the city, but more of them are unfinished buildings.

"Who are you bosses?" Yuan Mei spent two days on the evaluation, and finally took the car and took his secretary and bodyguard to a villa area in the suburbs to negotiate.

The sales office in this villa area has been dilapidated and the weeds at the door are half a person tall. Behind the welcome counter is a middle-aged man dressed in a migrant worker, who is delicious with a bowl of noodles.

"I am the boss, why are you here?" The middle-aged man squatted on the chair behind the welcome counter, rolled his eyes and looked at the people coming in. He was still covered with a mouthful of face and his speech was vague.

That's what the boss looks like? It's too down and out!

Yuan Mei was very open-eyed. She looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously and said, "I am from the 'wasteland trade'. I called and made an appointment before coming and said I would like to have an interview. I want to buy your villa area and offer a price."

Puff..., his mouth was sprayed on the ground. The middle-aged man almost jumped up. He wiped his mouth with his sleeves, opened his eyes wide and asked, "Who do you think you are?"

"My surname is Yuan, and I am the general manager of 'Wasteland Trade'. I am here..."

Before Yuan Mei finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly yelled with his fingers: "I know you, you have been on TV. You are the one who collects junk, uh... no no no! You are the business genius who saved dozens of companies and increased employment for thousands of people."

This made Yuan Mei look dark. Now she is no longer the poor woman who was pulling a tricycle under the sun and collecting waste products from the streets. Whether in terms of temperament or appearance, she has been promoted to the level of a celebrity, but the people on the market always talk about her unlucky experiences.

Everyone thinks that it is too amazing and inspiring to be a woman who started the wasteland trade by collecting waste products and founded the "wasteland trade" without any hand, and achieved a turnover of more than one billion yuan in a year. Few people think about who is supporting this achievement?

The word "business genius" must be a temporary thought by middle-aged people. Yuan Mei knew that everyone in the city was used to calling her "King of Drags".

Seeing that Yuan Mei looked unhappy, the middle-aged man quickly lowered his head to apologize, and then rushed into a room behind the sales office like a flying sound. After a crackling sound, a successful person in a suit, wearing a spray and thrilling appearance appeared in front of everyone.

"Hello, Mr. Yuan! My surname is Liu,..." The middle-aged man took out his business card and handed it to Yuan Mei very respectfully. If he didn't consider the noodles he was trampled under his feet, it would be a bit grand.

"We are just talking nonsense. If you offer a price, you can transfer the land of this villa area and the surrounding 500 acres to me." Yuan Mei and Zhou Qingfeng have been learning a lot of heroism after a long time.

The middle-aged man hesitated and thought for a long time before saying, "Or, 500 million yuan, you will take it all."

As soon as the price was released, Yuan Mei turned around and left, saying, "I'm wasting my time, next one."

"Don't... Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yuan, please don't leave!" The middle-aged man rushed up, and the noodles under his feet slipped, and his whole body fell to the ground with a slam, almost holding Yuan Mei's thigh. His anxious voice changed and he shouted, "Mr. Yuan, you offer the offer, you offer the offer."

"I will be responsible for the bank debts and give you another 50 million. If you agree, we will sign the contract immediately and go to the government to file. I can transfer the money to you today. If you feel that it is not possible..."

"Okay, okay, okay,..." the middle-aged man fell to eat shit, but he shouted without caring about the pain, "I have been tired of staying in this broken place. Take it away, take it away, take it away, and I don't want to stay for a moment."
Chapter completed!