857 Medical ethics, farther and farther away from you
Feng Qingchen just mentioned it carelessly, but Su Wenqing tightened his grip, and his face became serious at that moment.
"What you said makes sense. The emperor may not have been jealous of the amount of money I make every year, but after the snowstorm, I dare not say that the Su family will be fine." The more he earns, the more he expresses his feelings.
The more money activities the emperor's uncle has, the emperor will definitely kill him if he really finds an opportunity.
"It's good that you understand. The emperor is short of money now. If the emperor can find an honest reason, even the Nine Emperors Uncle can only protect you, but not the Su family's industry. In any case, the person sitting in that position is the emperor.
As long as his reputation is upright, even officials and people will stand by him." Position determines height. No matter how powerful the Nine Emperors Uncle is, there are things he cannot take care of.
Feng Qingchen's words made Su Wenqing no longer happy. He and Uncle Nine Emperors had also thought about this possibility before, but they only felt that there would be no problem in a short time.
In addition, their most profitable business is secretly smuggling the industry, and they don't pay much attention to the nominal industry. After all, a serious industry can be seen no matter how profitable it is, but without a serious industry as a cover,
The smuggling business can't be done either.
In the past, they were not worried about the emperor being ruthless. There was no such precedent. They thought that the emperor was not too petty to compete with the people for profit, but it was different now. According to the news from the Nine Emperors Uncle, the emperor had the idea of conquest, but the treasury was empty.
It can't support the emperor's war at all.
Thinking of what happened to the Yun family before, Su Wenqing understood that it would be impossible for the emperor to target him for the great cause of unification. The thighs of mosquitoes are also meat. No matter how poor Su Wenqing was, he would still be better off than other businessmen.
This matter is really... a headache, but these things are not urgent. At this moment, although Su Wenqing is worried and wants to think of countermeasures to protect the Su family's property as soon as possible, this kind of thing cannot be completed in a day or two.
Yes, he had better resolve the matter at hand first.
Su Wenqing quickly recovered from the shock, looked at Feng Qingchen with a half-smile, and brought the topic back: "Okay, for the sake of reminding me, I won't argue with you about anti-fetal drugs.
The rise of the Yun family is also a good thing for me." Someone shared the risk for him.
In the eyes of the emperor, the Su family and the Yun family are both sheep raised by him. The difference is that the Su family's backer is Uncle Nine Emperors. When his sheep becomes fat and the emperor wants to eat it, he will definitely stab him without mercy.
Killed.
The Yun family has Yuncheng as its backer, and the Yun family's foundation is not only in Dongling. The emperor's hands are not that long, and he cannot wipe it clean with a knife. But even so, the emperor still took away the Yun family's sheep.
The hair on his body was cut clean, and then he threw it out. He didn't feel bad if it died. If he wanted to live, he would just wait for it to continue to grow hair and then cut it...
In front of the imperial power, no matter how wealthy a businessman is, they are nothing.
Feng Qingchen knew that Su Wenqing wanted to understand, so she smiled euphemistically. Speaking of intimacy, of course Su Wenqing was closer to her, but she was more willing to cooperate with the Yun family on the matter of anti-fetal medicine.
"I'm relieved if you're not angry. You can't make enough money. The only profitable business in this world is medicinal materials. In business, you are different from the Yun family. Your business is too complicated. Even if you
No matter how much I value the business of the drug store, I will not be like the Yun family and only focus on the medicinal materials business. I would not trust you to hand over the anti-fetal medicine to you."
This is the truth. The Yun family will use all their strength to do this business, because it is related to the survival of their family, but Su Wenqing will not. For Su Wenqing, this is just one of his businesses.
, but once this item is settled, the fundamentals cannot be shaken.
Su Wenqing had nothing to say this time. Feng Qingchen was right. He couldn't just think about himself. Su Wenqing touched his nose and silently raised the key point of today's visit.
"Is it okay if I don't get involved in the business of tocolytic pills? What... can you give me a hundred or so boxes of tocolytic pills? There are so many people asking about this stuff recently. As a businessman, I want to give gifts to people.
Of course it must be sent to people’s hearts.”
"Giving a gift? Do you want to give birth control pills as a gift?" But after thinking about it, Feng Qingchen understood that health products given during holidays are indeed very popular.
"This is not a medicine. It is a rarity for everyone. You don't know how many people are listening to anti-fetal medicine now. If those people didn't maintain their own identities and the Yun family spread the word that you were preparing to sell it,
As for the supply of goods, those people will probably rush to your house. If you want to have some, put out a little before the year, not too much, just a thousand in a box. I guarantee that you will not only make money, but also gain fame."
It is the so-called hunger marketing, which always creates an atmosphere that the supply of goods is very tight, and if you don’t buy now, you won’t be able to buy it later, so as to stimulate consumers to buy.
Su Wenqing is indeed a profiteer. He has strong sales skills and can see things more accurately. When he saw someone giving a New Year's gift to Feng Mansion outside the door, he also reminded Feng Qingchen: "If you want to give a gift to someone, I suggest you return the gift.
After you prepare the gifts, add a dose of anti-fetal medicine, and those people will be very happy."
This year I won’t accept any gifts during the Chinese New Year, but I will accept anti-natal medicine as gifts.
Feng Qingchen suddenly remembered this powerful advertisement, and then nodded obediently: "I understand, but are there so many pregnant women in each house?"
Although there is no evil family planning, the pregnancy rate in this era is not high.
"Sooner or later, there will be it. It won't go wrong to prepare it first. Besides, I didn't say it was for my own use. Why don't I give it to others? Don't worry. I can foresee that your anti-fetal medicine will have one in the future.
It’s a scary sales period, so just prepare enough supplies and then count the money at home.” It doesn’t matter if you’re pregnant or not, even if it’s not for the sake of the medicine, the clear glass bottle alone is worth selling.
"Is it really so popular?" Feng Qingchen was a little top-heavy, and at the same time secretly praised in his heart, the Yun family's propaganda ability is so powerful, in this country without the Internet, TV, newspapers and other media, they can actually create a
It’s really not easy to wait for a purchase.
But, this is not what she wants, she just wants to make a little money...
Su Wenqing repeatedly promised: "Of course, I can guarantee you that if you take 90% of the profit, you will definitely earn more than me in three years. Okay, okay, don't make me envious here, you give
I’ll get a few boxes of anti-natal pills so I can give them away.”
"Oh~~ Just wait, I'll get you medicine." Feng Qingchen said calmly, walked outside the door and pinched herself hard, secretly warning herself that she would never take out the medicine in the smart medical bag in the future.
Sell it, even if she is short of money.
Feng Qingchen stepped out and walked out. Su Wenqing just thought that Feng Qingchen was happy and could not find the north. When he made a big business for the first time, he glanced at Feng Qingchen, not thinking about how much money he would make.
, but the sense of achievement is addictive.
If Feng Qingchen knew what Su Wenqing was thinking, he would probably strangle him to death...