She always felt that between a few words, she had inexplicably entered the rhythm of Zhang Yang's words, as if everything would proceed according to his wishes.
"Hey, we live together now, so it must be related to me." Zhang Yang smirked proudly.
"That's a shared apartment, let alone living together."
Only then did Feng Yanran feel that her cousin's words were not unreasonable. The casual words coming out of his mouth revealed a sense of making money.
"Aren't they all the same?"
"It's different, the difference is huge."
"Okay, okay, then it's called shared renting." Zhang Yang gave in with a wicked smile.
"Let's go, they should all be here, go to the conference room."
Feng Yanran walked to the desk, held a thick stack of materials, and said to Zhang Yang, who was leaning on the sofa.
"Let's go and join in the fun with you." Zhang Yang stood up and picked up a fruit knife placed on the coffee table.
He raised his arm and the fruit knife disappeared immediately.
"What are you doing with the fruit knife?"
Feng Yanran was confused, but the knife disappeared instantly, and she was full of surprise and continued: "Where are you hiding?"
"Whoever dares to withdraw the medicine again will see if I kill him or not." Zhang Yang said with a deliberately fierce look on his face.
"Don't talk nonsense. This is a company, not a place for competition."
Although Feng Yanran knew he was joking, she thought of the ruthlessness with which she dealt with Brother Kun in the restaurant, and her heart trembled, she curled her lips and said angrily.
"I've been here for half a day and haven't even drank a single sip of water. You won't have any problem with eating some fruit, right?"
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he reached out and picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the coffee table. The fruit knife naturally appeared in his hand, and he cut it twice and said with a smirk.
"Whatever, you can take whatever you want." Feng Yanran felt that there was nothing she could do to him.
After saying that, he ignored him and turned around to walk out of the office. Zhang Yang put away his smile and followed him out in a hurry.
The large rest room could accommodate dozens of people, and it was already full at this time, and the people's chatter made it very noisy and chaotic.
"Look, Manager Feng is here."
"Well, yes, stop talking."
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The conference room gradually became quiet as Feng Yanran and the two entered, and naturally all eyes were focused on the two of them.
"Boss Zhou, smoking is prohibited in the conference room. For everyone's health, please put out the cigarettes."
Feng Yanran frowned, looking at the person in the front row who was tired of puffing away smoke and said.
There is a no smoking sign hanging on the wall, but it has no effect and is more of a decoration.
Boss Zhou's name is Zhou Yunpeng, and he is the largest drug dealer in Donghai City. There are dozens of Everbright pharmacies.
He has become a fawning figure sought after by pharmaceutical companies and has developed the habit of being bullish and coaxing. Naturally, he will not take these restrictions seriously.
"Manager Feng, I'm sorry, I've been having this habit for decades, and I can't help it when I get addicted to smoking."
Zhou Yunpeng was in his fifties, with a sly and arrogant smile on his fat face. Instead of putting out the cigarette, he took a strong puff and spit out the circles under his eyes.
"Then let's all wait for you. You can go outside and finish smoking before coming back." Feng Yanran frowned and made a concession.
After all, she is the largest dealer in Donghai City. It seems that she is also wary and does not want to lose face for such a trivial matter.
But the venue has venue discipline. If it is not controlled, once the meeting starts, everyone will start smoking, and the conference room may be filled with smoke and become unbearable.
"What do you mean? Manager Feng wants to kick me out?"
"Everyone can wait for you to come back." Feng Yanran insisted grandly.
"Even if your chairman comes here, he will still give me face. You, a sales manager, are so loud?" Zhou Yunpeng showed disdain on his face.
The atmosphere in the conference room immediately became tense.
This situation occurred from the beginning. Feng Yanran was obviously not expecting it, and she stood there with a red face.
In the past, she often held dealer meetings. Although Zhou Yunpeng was a little arrogant, she had never been so arrogant, which obviously made her unable to step down.
"Ahem, Yanran, since it is Boss Zhou's personal habit, we have no reason to interfere."
Zhang Yang held a peeled apple in his hand and walked up to her with a nonchalant look.
"Haha, that's right, I have attended so many meetings and no one has asked me to go out to smoke." Zhou Yunpeng was even more proud.
"But Boss Zhou, you have chest tightness and dry cough at night, you often can't fall asleep due to shortness of breath, and your sputum is stained with blood. These are early symptoms of lung cancer."
"Lung cancer?"
Boss Zhou felt a chill in his back and continued with a trembling voice: "No way, I just went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday. It's just a respiratory infection. I'll be fine after taking some medicine."
The symptoms Zhang Yang mentioned were not bad at all. He even went to the hospital for a check-up and found that they were not as serious as he said.
"Yeah, Brother Zhou, don't listen to him. The hospital hasn't found anything wrong. There must be nothing wrong with it."
A dark and thin man about thirty years old stood up and reminded.
"Yes, the hospital's advanced equipment cannot diagnose it, so there must be nothing wrong with it."
"I wonder if this young man is deliberately diverting his attention?"
"Yes, everyone should talk about serious matters. It is important to withdraw from the medicine."
People in the conference room started talking, and almost all of them denied Zhang Yang's statement, which made Zhou Yunpeng feel relieved and looked at Zhang Yang coldly.
"Well, I thought you had the test a week ago?"
"Not bad." Zhou Yunpeng replied thoughtfully.
"Taking medicine for respiratory tract infections for a week won't have any effect, right?"
Zhang Yang smiled and continued: "Actually, every time you take a puff of cigarette, you will feel like retching and have a dull pain in your chest."
"You...how do you know so clearly?" Zhou Yunpeng's body trembled again, because Zhang Yang was right.
"Oh, you are really risking your life and not giving up smoking. Every time you take a puff of cigarettes, you are one step closer to the advanced stage of lung cancer."
"You're talking nonsense."
Zhou Yunpeng was a little annoyed. Although what he said was accurate, he felt like he was cursed with lung cancer in public.
"It only takes a few minutes to drive from here to the hospital. You can take a X-ray and try it. The shadows on your lungs are already very obvious. The hospital will give you accurate results."
"Okay, I will go to the hospital right now. If there is no problem, I will never spare you."
Zhou Yunpeng didn't dare to take another puff, threw the cigarette to the ground, stamped it out, stood up and walked towards the door.
"Brother Zhou, don't let him lie to you. It's important to have a meeting to discuss the withdrawal of the medicine." The dark and thin man just now shouted anxiously.
“What’s more important, life or a meeting?”
Zhang Yang showed disdain on his face and continued: "If Boss Zhou comes back later and wants to withdraw the medicine, I promise to refund you a cent."
"Okay, this is what you said." After Zhou Yunpeng finished speaking, he glanced at the man just now, turned around and left in a hurry.
He also knew in his heart that the meeting could still go on without him. It would be very uneconomical if he really delayed his medical treatment because of the meeting.
From the exchange of glances between the thin black man and Zhou Yunpeng, Zhang Yang noticed something strange, a proud sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and waited for things to develop.
"Manager Feng, I wonder how you have considered the return of Musk Gold Ointment?"
When the dark and thin man saw Zhou Yunpeng leaving, his eyes immediately showed a look of disappointment. After a pause, he turned away from Zhang Yang and started to attack Feng Yanran.
"Yes, Manager Feng should discuss the return matter as soon as possible."
"Yes, we should give everyone a result."
The dealers began to ask questions in a flurry of words, and all eyes were focused on Feng Yanran.
"Boss Liu, in the past few months, the medicines you have ordered from Haitian Group have become less and less. Especially this time, Musk Jinchuang Ointment only ordered about 100,000 medicines. Why are you in such a hurry to return the goods?"
Feng Yanran looked through the information on the table, looked at the dark and thin man and said.
The thin, dark man's name is Liu Wei, who is also the second largest dealer in Donghai City. He has a thick gold chain hanging around his neck.
The exposed arm is tattooed, and it doesn't look like a good bird at first glance.
Such a person is more like a gangster, but he is a dealer owner, which makes Zhang Yang feel a little embarrassed. Just like an advertising slogan, anything is possible.
"For us businessmen, every penny is not easy, and we will definitely not backlog a slow-selling drug to occupy funds." Liu Wei countered.
What he said was true, which naturally aroused responses from other dealers, making the scene even more lively.
"It has been less than three months since the Musk Gold Cream was put on the shelves. How can it be said that it is not selling well?"
Feng Yanran paused and continued: "We have been partners for a long time, and we should know that drugs have a market response cycle. Why are you so anxious to return them this time?"
After getting the styptic powder, she became more confident.
Yesterday, I acted timid, but today I started to speak aggressively, expressing all the doubts in my heart.
"The market prospect is not optimistic, not to mention that Shenghao Group's Tian Ning Blood Ointment has already been put on the market, and it has also invited a well-known Chinese star to endorse it. The impact on Musk Gold Cream can be imagined."
Liu Wei replied with a sneer, and at the same time took out a box of ointment and continued: "It is now being spread that Haitian Group's finances are in a serious crisis. If something goes wrong, everyone's backlog of medicine funds and various sales rebates will not be available."
No guarantee."
"Who said that? Everything at Haitian Group is operating normally, there is no need for anyone to worry."
Feng Yanran's pretty face changed slightly, it was obvious that she was talking about her pain and was beginning to feel a little less confident.
"We are all businessmen. It is inevitable that we have friends in banks and CEOs from various industries. Can this matter be hidden from everyone?" Liu Wei was even more proud.
"Yes, Manager Feng, this matter has been reported in the industry, there is no need for you to hide it."
"Yes, I have a friend who is a bank president, and he also said that Haitian Group is already insolvent."
"Manager Feng, you'd better return the goods to us. We are all businessmen and it's not easy for us."
The dealers were talking a lot, and it seemed that they had already understood the financial crisis of Haitian Group, so they rushed to return the goods together. (To be continued)