President Song looked at her with a slight smile on his face: "Mr. Chen is also interested in this?"
Shen Qingyue's expression was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm just studying this issue recently. I happened to hear President Song and you are talking, so I want to ask for advice."
Mr. Zeng listened to Shen Qingyue's words and continued to drink tea, without any intention of paying attention to her.
This exchange meeting was organized by President Song. Although there were some people he didn't want to see, everyone had found him and could only do it perfunctorily.
"I wonder if Mr. Chen wants to ask for advice?" President Song asked Shen Qingyue.
Shen Qingyue asked with a smile: "Actually, this time the new drug came out, I was very nervous, especially seeing Qiao Bo's new drug price so high, I can't help but think that the price is so high. Is it still a difficult thing for most patients to accept?"
Shen Qingyue's smile became more and more intense, and she continued: "After all... Isn't this medicine essentially just for the treatment of the patient? If you don't have money to see a doctor, or you finally cure the disease, but it's because of the treatment. With all the savings in the family, it will be hard to survive in the future."
When President Song heard Shen Qingyue's words, he knew what she meant: "To put it, Mr. Chen's medicine is indeed much cheaper than Xiao Mu's price. I wonder how much Mr. Chen put it in it?"
Shen Qingyue was stunned when she heard this.
"What money is it? Just that medicine and the price, you should ask her how much money she made." Mr. Zeng sneered.
Shen Qingyue's face was even more awkward, and she couldn't help but say: "My price is already one-third lower than the price developed by Qiao Bo."
Mr. Zeng snorted again: "Your little research cost and the little medicinal materials you use can cost you a few dollars. Can it be compared with those from Mu Mu?"
Shen Qingyue's face became more and more ugly, and she couldn't help calling out, "Director Zeng."
Mr. Zeng said to her: "If I were you, I would quickly withdraw your medicine and send it to remote areas. It seems like I have done something good, but in fact, will these medicines be What's the problem, who knows?"
Then he said: "If such medicines are to be popularized, they must be suitable for different groups as much as possible. How many categories are needed, how many experiments are needed to be integrated, and how much medicinal materials are needed to be invested. The cost of this is , it's simply an astronomical number.
If Mu Mu hadn't had some other side job and had only relied on the funds allocated from the above, it would take at least three to five years for this medicine to be released.
How long has your company been established? How capable are you in medicine? You can make such medicine so quickly. Who dares to take this medicine?"
Mr. Zeng's sarcasm that Mr. Zeng did not save any face made Shen Qingyue's face extremely difficult to see.
The venue, which was originally quite lively, became quiet at this time, and listened quietly to the reprimand and dislike of Mr. Zeng to Shen Qingyue.