Listening to Qidao's words, Lin Pingfan narrowed his eyes and asked coldly: "So this is the purpose of you setting up an elite school in Yanxia!?"
Qidao's smile remained unchanged, and waved his hand and said, "The original intention of establishing an elite school in Yanxia was a necessary measure to promote the qualitative change in education between the two countries in the early years, and it has nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine."
"As for the years we have been collecting Chinese medicine prescriptions..."
Speaking of this, he deliberately paused for a moment, as if he was keeping a secret.
"In fact, it is helping the rise of traditional Chinese medicine in Yanxia!"
"Since Mr. Lin is responsible for the traditional Chinese medicine project, he should know how difficult the road of traditional Chinese medicine is."
"Since the emergence of Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine has gradually declined. Now it is about to disappear. At least eight of every ten traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in Yanxia are quack doctors."
"So I plan to help the hot summer once again at a critical period of decline in traditional Chinese medicine."
His words were so passionate and generous that he seemed to be the savior.
"Mr. Lin doesn't know that in fact, there are already many Western medicine groups in our country and have begun to produce traditional Chinese medicine."
"The efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine is so good, especially the traditional Chinese medicine produced by Yunhua Group, which has made industry insiders praise it!"
"That's why I asked Mr. Lin to come to my office to talk about future cooperation!"
Lin Pingfan's face did not change at all, because his cold eyes narrowed even thinner.
He felt a sense of anger at Qi Dao's words.
He thought these hostile forces bought out traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions to block the development of traditional Chinese medicine.
But now it seems that the ambitions of these guys are worse than blocking the development of traditional Chinese medicine, and they actually want to take traditional Chinese medicine for themselves.
After a moment of silence, Lin Pingfan asked slightly, "How do you want to cooperate!?"
"The first cooperation plan is for Mr. Lin to sell me all the prescriptions he owns, and I will buy them out at a very high price." Qi Dao raised his lips and showed great confidence in his face.
"Of course, Mr. Lin would not accept this plan. After all, you have rejected Saifei Pharmaceuticals."
"So I have formulated a second plan, with Yamato Pharmaceutical investing in Yunhua Group. As for how much we hold, it is naturally Mr. Lin's final word."
"But one thing is that no matter how much Yamato Pharmaceutical holds, even if it holds the lowest stake, Yamato Pharmaceutical will take over the production of prescriptions and drug sales."
Lin Pingfan's expression tightened and he felt confused.
I don’t even care how many shares I hold, why do I take over pharmaceuticals and sales?
With doubt, he asked, "Why!?"
The corner of Qidao's mouth raised, a conspiracy flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "Because only we can promote traditional Chinese medicine internationally and make it generous and glorious internationally, and the country will not be hindered!"
Lin Pingfan's brows were already frowning.
An island country dared to speak out loudly to promote traditional Chinese medicine to the international community.
But Lin Pingfan could hear that there was something in his words.
Especially the last sentence, "R country will not be hindered in any way." This sentence is probably a disguised explanation that traditional Chinese medicine will be hindered in the hot summer.
I'm afraid some people don't want the rise of traditional Chinese medicine.
As for who it is, it is impossible to come.
But this person must have an extraordinary status in the summer.
"Secondly, we need to re-improve the prescription. The traditional Chinese medicine produced by Yunhua Group is so effective. Ordinary people can cure the disease by taking a few doses."
"If this is the case, how can we make money in Yamato Pharmaceuticals??"
"It's a bit effective. It doesn't take too much. Patients can't stop the medicine. They have to keep taking our Chinese medicine in their lifetime, so that they can make money."
"Are you right, Mr. Lin!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Pingfan frowned even tighter!
At this moment, he understood that he was treating the people as leeks.
No wonder over the years, there have been some diseases that can be cured, but have never been cured.
It turned out to be a resource that was secretly monopolized by capital.
But it is not difficult to see that the effects of traditional Chinese medicine have been recognized by the world.
In order to earn profits, merchants can hinder the development of traditional Chinese medicine, which makes people understand.
But there are people inside Yanxia who are secretly hindering the development of traditional Chinese medicine, which is incredible.
Lin Pingfan thought for a while before answering Qidao’s question: “If this plan, I don’t agree with it either.”
Listening to this answer, Qi Dao's expression did not change, and he seemed to have expected that he would say so.
"It's okay, I have a third plan." Qidao continued with a smile: "I can leave the traditional Chinese medicine in Yanxia with no way out."
"And I can use the prescriptions I have collected to vigorously develop internationally. Finally, the traditional Chinese medicine inherited from the hot summer belongs to our country."
"Mr. Lin, don't question my strength. I'm afraid that the Yunhua Group under your name will not be easy."
He gave Lin Pingfan three plans. The first two plans are relatively reasonable, at least Yunhua Group's traditional Chinese medicine project is profitable.
The last solution is extremely threatening.
Tell Lin Pingfan directly that if he rejects any of the first two plans, not only will the traditional Chinese medicine project have no way out, but even Yunhua Group will disappear because of this.
Before Lin Pingfan could continue to speak, Qi Dao couldn't help laughing, pointing to the chessboard and said, "The atmosphere is a bit tense, play chessboard to relieve it."
"Mr. Lin, how do you think this game of chess should be broken!?"
Lin Pingfan didn't say anything, squinted his eyes and looked at the chessboard on the table.
The chessboard is in a disadvantageous situation because a white piece was left before Qidao, which gave the chess a chance to survive.
But Lin Pingfan could see that even if he had a chance to survive, Qi Dao would have to give in.
Otherwise, no matter where the black piece is left, as long as Qi Dao does not make concessions, it will definitely be a dead game.
Just like the plan given by Qi Dao, no matter how Lin Pingfan chooses, it cannot stop the final decline of traditional Chinese medicine.
At this time, a sinister smile had already risen on the corner of Qidao's mouth.
The future of traditional Chinese medicine projects is like the dead end of this chessboard.
No matter how Lin Pingfan chooses, the final solution will be the same, unless he gives Lin Pingfan a chance to survive.
He is like God, controlling Lin Pingfan's life and death, and also controlling the life and death of traditional Chinese medicine projects.
Lin Pingfan narrowed his eyes and found a piece of white paper from one side of the long table, and kept folding it in his hand.
At the same time, I glanced at the corner of my eyes, where there was a surveillance camera, facing the two of you, and you could see everything in the office clearly.
While folding the white paper in his hand, he wanted to move his body to the left.
After confirming that he could overlap with Qidao with a monitoring angle, he raised his head slightly and looked at Qidao.
At this time, the white paper in his hand had been folded into a sharp cone shape.
‘Swoosh.’
The hand holding the white paper suddenly thrust Qi Dao's throat!