Ouyang Ting and Shen Xue almost spit out the milk they drank.
The two of them had almost the same idea. After a whole night, this girl still hadn't gotten over the plot of being a master, so she was really treating herself like a green onion.
"Stop being poor and eat quickly." Feng Yanran's pretty face turned red from holding back, and she continued to urge.
After breakfast, Ouyang Ting and Shen Xue went to class. It was very close to the school and they could just walk there.
Zhang Yang and Feng Yanran got into the red BMW and drove to the company.
"Do you know that this medicine is particularly miraculous?" Feng Yanran asked while driving.
She was afraid that Zhang Yang would force her to call her master again. Even though there were only two of them, she felt that it would be hard to save face, so she simply didn't even call her by name and just talked about something.
"How come you don't know about my medicine?" Zhang Yang asked lazily.
"It's unbelievable that there are no scars at all." Feng Yanran glanced at her slender fingers again and praised them.
Although the injury was not serious, it was able to heal within a night, and not even a trace of the wound was visible.
If it hadn't happened to her, she wouldn't believe it even if she was beaten to death.
"What a fuss."
"Do you know how much this recipe could sell for?"
"Do you think I'm stupid enough to sell this formula? It's better to directly find a pharmaceutical company to cooperate in the development of medicines, and the sales will be split half way."
Zhang Yang paused for a moment and then changed his words: "There are companies that are willing to cooperate even if it's 30 to 70. Of course, I'm 7 to 7 and they're 3 to 3."
"You know all this, and you still plan to give it to me?" Feng Yanran said with a trembling voice.
As a drug salesperson, she knew very well that what Zhang Yang said was true. Once such a hemostatic drug that leaves no scars is mass-produced and put on the market, it will definitely be popular no matter how high the price is.
You want to know how many women care about the scars on their bodies? How many children get injured while playing, and how many adults worry about leaving scars for a lifetime?
These are the main force of consumption. Women and children make the most money, and she knows this better than anyone else.
"Send it. I have thought up the recipe in the past two days and will give it to you."
This time, he didn't mean to take advantage of it. The main reason was that his uncle had too many medicine jars and too many formulas.
Although I can remember almost everything, I still have to think about it carefully.
The recipe belongs to Uncle Zhang Yang. If he doesn't agree, I really don't dare to make it without permission.
I know the law myself, and if there is a formula dispute, Haitian Group, which is in turmoil, will not be able to withstand such a blow.
"Mind you, if he knows that I gave the formula away, he will definitely skin me when he gets back, and he will break me to pieces."
Zhang Yang smiled and continued: "But don't worry, in Qingyun Temple, I am the next successor, so I have the right to handle the formula."
Zhang Yang seemed to have read through his thoughts and joked with a smile.
Of course he was joking. Uncle Master has so many recipes. Even if he hates himself very much, he can only gnash his teeth and scold himself. It's no big deal.
"Why?"
"Because my uncle brought me up since I was young, how could he have the heart to kill such a handsome and outstanding apprentice like me?"
"I mean, why are you so nice to me?" Feng Yanran asked with a serious look on her pretty face.
"I can't bear to see you working so hard."
"Thanks."
Feng Yanran's heart trembled, her words were choked with sobs, and tears flashed in her bright eyes.
If Feng Yanran hadn't told him personally that Haitian Group was in financial crisis and struggling, Zhang Yang wouldn't have believed anything he said.
The company's office building is located in the city center where land is at a premium. The twenty-story high-rise building and the luxurious and majestic company facade all demonstrate the company's strength.
Of course, for Zhang Yang, who knows the inside story, these can only prove its past glory.
"Good morning, Manager Feng."
"Hello, Manager Feng."
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When entering the company, almost every employee they met greeted Feng Yanran warmly, showing her status in the company.
Feng Yanran's office was on the auspicious 18th floor. After the two of them took the elevator up, they walked into the office.
The office is spacious and bright, with a large bookshelf behind the large desk filled with various marketing books. It can be seen that Feng Yanran is a person who loves to learn.
The water stains on the table were still wet, and it was obvious that the secretary had just cleaned it up. It was spotless, and there was a faint fragrance floating in the air.
"You sit down for a while and I'll change into my work clothes."
Feng Yanran pointed to the sofa with a smile, turned and walked out of the office.
When she came back, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and he was even shocked.
A black women's suit, a snow-white shirt, and a pair of plump peaks that bulge out of the top.
The black short skirt covered her tight buttocks, and a pair of black stockings made her legs look more slender and straight.
Coupled with a charming and elegant face, no man can resist such ultimate temptation.
Royal sister! Uniform temptation!...
All kinds of weird and dirty thoughts kept changing in Zhang Yang's mind. His throat felt dry and his eyes were hollow and dull.
"What's wrong?" Feng Yanran saw his strange expression and asked curiously.
"nothing."
Zhang Yang came back to his senses, wiped the drool that was about to drip from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and continued: "You are so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people breathless."
What he said was true. Wearing professional attire on her body, she looked more capable and elegant, but it also revealed the unique charm and calmness of a woman with noble temperament.
"Don't worry, there's not enough time. We'll go to the conference room later."
Feng Yanran glanced at her watch, twisted her sexy waist and walked to the desk, took out a disposable water cup, poured tea leaves, took a glass of water and placed it in front of Zhang Yang.
It was obviously fine tea, and the office was immediately filled with the faint fragrance of tea, which made people feel intoxicated.
"Yanran, you're here." At this time, a middle-aged man walked into the office and said.
The middle-aged man is in his fifties, with a medium build. He is not at all bloated and fat like ordinary men of this age, and he looks very capable.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight suit, and his hair is neatly combed, and he carries a dignified air that is calm and self-respecting.
It's just that Zhang Yang has a feeling of déjà vu, but he can't remember it for a while.
"Good morning, Chairman." Feng Yanran greeted with a smile.
Zhang Yang was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the man in front of him was actually the chairman of Haitian Group and Feng Yanran's uncle.
He may not care about the chairman, but he cannot ignore the identity of Feng Yanran's uncle. He stood up in a hurry and smiled to show respect.
"I said, when there are no employees, just call me uncle."
A kind smile appeared on the man's face, he glanced at Zhang Yang and then continued: "Who is this?"
"He is Zhang Yang, my classmate at Donghai Medical University. We have no classes today, so we came to the company to visit together."
Feng Yanran obviously didn't want him to know about the styptic powder, so she didn't mention it and simply introduced it with a smile.
"Hello, Chairman." Zhang Yang took the initiative to shake hands.
"Well, Yanran rarely brings friends to the company. It seems that you have a good relationship. It's nice to meet you." The man shook hands and exchanged greetings, and his words were decent and generous.
But the disappointment that flashed in his eyes did not escape Zhang Yang's eyes, making him feel that the man was a bit hypocritical.
At least he was not happy to see him. Maybe he thought he was Feng Yanran's boyfriend? Zhang Yang thought secretly in his heart.
"By the way, Yanran, the dealers who withdraw the medicine will be here soon today. I have to go out for a meeting. You can watch and deal with it."
The man ignored Zhang Yang and turned to Feng Yanran.
"I know uncle, I came to the company just to deal with this matter."
"Well, try to appease them. It's impossible to withdraw from the medicine." The man explained deliberately.
"I know, don't worry, uncle."
With the styptic powder, Feng Yanran was confident and spoke very firmly.
"That's good. Many of these dealers are big customers. For the sake of future cooperation, please don't hurt your friendship."
The man was stunned at first. After all, these dealers had been at the company for two days and their attitudes were very determined. Feng Yanran also knew this.
She, who was worried yesterday, suddenly became extremely relaxed and confident today, which filled the man's heart with doubts.
"Well, I can deal with it."
"That's good, the time is up, I'll go to the meeting first." After the man said,
He glanced at Zhang Yang with a sideways smile, turned around and walked out.
Zhang Yang looked at his back, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Your uncle is so cunning, deliberately leaving this mess to you to deal with, and then hiding out himself."
"How do you know?" Feng Yanran asked curiously.
"Guess."
Zhang Yang smiled evilly and paused for a moment before continuing: "A chairman who is in financial crisis, doesn't keep a good grasp of these big customers, and rushes to a meeting at this juncture. What else can it be if it's not an escape?"
"Don't make random guesses. You don't understand things in the mall. If the chairman comes forward, small things will become big things."
Feng Yanran's pretty face was angry, but she knew very well in her heart that her uncle had indeed escaped now, and she was just trying to excuse him.
This kind of thing happened not once or twice. Although she felt very helpless, she could only continue to take on some of the pressure for her uncle.
At the same time, I admire Zhang Yang's idea very much. A student who has never experienced a shopping mall can actually grasp psychology so accurately.
Coupled with the words that comforted me yesterday, it was enough to make me look at him in a new light.
"He doesn't like me, maybe he thinks I'm your boyfriend."
"Don't talk nonsense, isn't my uncle very enthusiastic about you? What's more, what does it have to do with whether he is your boyfriend or not?" Feng Yanran rolled her eyes at him.
"The enthusiasm is fake. I think he thinks I'm too shabby and wants to marry you to a rich man, right?"
"Don't think nonsense, I just want to live an ordinary life. It doesn't matter whether I have money or not."
Feng Yanran's eyes flashed with disappointment, and she suddenly felt something and continued: "What does it have to do with you? You are not my boyfriend?" (To be continued)