Chapter 165 A hundred-day journey

Magic City Airport.

John came out of the waiting hall with a delicate small box, and behind him was an Asian man with a deer-like appearance, and his hair was sparse in the Mediterranean, looking very vulgar.

The man with a flattering smile on his face, he bowed his head and walked quickly to John, and said in fluent and beautiful Chinese English: "Mr. John, you are exhausted from running all the way. I'll help you get the suitcase."

His appearance is slutty and servile, which is really disgusting.

Passers-by passed by them, some looked contemptuous, while others were envious.

John rejected the other party's hand that came out and said coldly: "Fang, it's useless to flatter me. You must show enough strength to prove that you deserve more investment."

The man surnamed Fang nodded: "Yes! Yes! Yes! Mr. John, I get it! This time, I will prove that your investment is worth the money."

The taxi stopped in front of the two of them. The man surnamed Fang hurried to the back door of the car, helped John open the door, and reached out to block the roof of the taxi, fearing that the foreign master's head would be knocked off.

After closing the car door for John, the man surnamed Fang carefully put the two of them into the trunk, then carefully checked it and confirmed that nothing was missing. Then he went into the passenger seat with confidence.

Close the car door, the man surnamed Fang hurriedly turned around and asked, "Mr. John, where are we going."

John leaned on the car seat and said, "Go, Huaihai Financial Building."

The man surnamed Fang hurriedly translated to the taxi driver: "Go, Huaihai Financial Building."

The taxi started and drove away from the Magic City Airport.

Regarding a man surnamed Fang, "Xunzi: Honor and Disgrace" once said: People are worried about their bodies, forget their relatives, and forget their kings, which is a human being, but Zeng Gouzhu is worse than others.

It means that as a person, he forgot his identity, forgets his family affection, and forgets loyalty to the country. Even if he is a human being, he is not even as good as a pig or a dog.

The taxi stopped downstairs of Huaihai Building.

Huaihai Financial Building is the tallest office building nearby. The brown glass curtain wall and the creamy yellow tiled facade are very consistent with the style of the office building in the 1990s. At this time, it was an extremely high-end office building.

John got out of the taxi and unexpectedly met a familiar person.

An Asian man of about 1.6 meters away when he saw John get out of the car, he trotted towards John.

The man first bowed ninety degrees, then stretched out his hands to hold John's hand, raised his body slightly, and still kept bowing seventy-five degrees, and said in a strange island English: "Hello, Mr. John! I'm very happy and

See you!"

John asked, "Mr. Fujiwara, are you here to visit Shanda Pharmaceutical Company?"

As both a pharmaceutical company for China, the two often meet at various pharmaceutical exhibitions and are considered familiars.

Fujiwara still maintained a 75-degree posture and said respectfully: "That's right, it's just a small deal, and our business naturally cannot be compared with Miri."

Since the beautiful country forced the island country to sign the Hiroshima Treaty, the arrogant and domineering island country was awakened by his father's five-shot whip. He realized what it means to say that your father will always be your father. From then on, the island people met the beautiful people.

The evil wolf with a grinning teeth turned into a dog with a wagging tail.

"Mr. John, who is the person behind you?" Fujiwara saw the person behind you, and hurriedly asked John.

"Fujiwara! This is Fang Tuzi. He has obtained a double doctorate in biology and chemistry in my country. He is a very good friend of mine."

"Mr. Fujiwara is the sales department head of the Greater China Region of Tsumura Co., Ltd., Japan." John introduced to the two.

Tsumura Co., Ltd. is the world's largest Chinese prescription pharmaceutical company, producing more than 120 Chinese prescription drugs. 80% of its raw materials are imported from China, with an output value of 100 billion yen, while Japanese Chinese prescription pharmaceutical companies have many

There are more than 200 companies, and they occupy 90% of the global traditional Chinese medicine market.

Fujiwara held Fang Tuzi's hand that he took the initiative to reach out, nodded slightly to show his politeness and politeness: "I'm very happy to know Fang Sang. Fang Sang is really as famous as his name, and he is a talented person."

Then, Fujiwara took out his business card from his pocket and said, "Fang Sang, this is my business card, we can contact you frequently in the future."

Fujiwara could see at a glance what kind of person Fang Tuzi was, and his company raised many such people.

Dog! Who cares about one more? Maybe you will receive an unexpected surprise that day.

Fang Tuzi took Fujiwara's business card and presented his own business card and said, "This is my business card, Mr. Fujiwara will contact you more!"

Since I have done such dirty and dirty things, what is the face? It is better to sell more companies while I am valuable. Only by making money can I feel at ease. I am just a puppy and I will never be able to become the Liu family in my life.

All the family is loyal and martyr.

Fujiwara took the business card politely, but the contempt in his eyes betrayed his false politeness, which was completely opposite to John's servile attitude.

While saying hypocritical and polite words, the three of them walked into the hall of Huaihai Financial Building and took the elevator to the 18th floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the wall in front was already made of marble to make the company's brand.

Shanda Pharmaceutical and Medical Equipment Trading Co., Ltd., every word is shining with golden light.

The entire 18th floor of the office building is owned by Shanda Pharmaceutical and Medical Equipment Trading Co., Ltd., which shows how strong its economic strength is.

"Three gentlemen, who do you want to ask? Have you made an appointment?" the front desk lady said in a standard English.

John said: "I am John of Meri Pharmaceutical China Branch. Mr. Wang and I have made an appointment."

"In Shimoji Fujiwara Jiro, the sales section chief of Japan's Tsumura Company's China Region, also made an appointment with Mr. Wang." After John's introduction, Jiro Fujiwara introduced himself, saying that he is worthy of being his father's good son, and he always remembers his identity.

The front desk lady took John and the other two to the lounge, poured a cup of tea for each of the three of them, and then said, "Please sit slowly, three, I'll inform Mr. Wang."

After saying that, the front desk lady walked out of the lounge.

Not long after, the front desk lady walked in again, "Mr. Wang is free, who can come with me first?"

Jiro Fujiwara stood up and bowed again and gave in modesty, "Mr. John, please ask first! It doesn't matter if I wait a little longer."

"Mr. Fujiwara, thank you!" John nodded and looked at Jiro Fujiwara.

John stood up and followed the front desk lady to Mr. Wang's office.

When he walked into the office, Mr. Wang was a man in his thirties who was over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a straight suit and meticulous. His office was spotless and well-organized, giving people a shrewd and capable feeling.

Seeing John come in, he got up and held John's hand enthusiastically, and asked in English: "John, why do you have time to come to my company?"

Mr. Wang enthusiastically brought John to the reception sofa and sat down together.

Fang Tuzi also sat down with John, and the front desk lady left the office and brought the three of them to the office door.

"Oh! My dear king! I have a very bad news to tell you. For this reason, I flew to Shanghai in person."

As soon as he sat down, John looked very regretful and sad.

Mr. Wang frowned, not understanding what John sold in the gourd, and tentatively said: "John, we are old friends. After working together for so many years, what else can we say directly?"

"Okay!" John shrugged his shoulders, leaned down and took out a document from his small suitcase and handed it to Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang carefully looked through the documents and asked: "What is the relationship between this tumor based on Chinese medicine and your bad news?"

"Oh! My dear king, have you not seen the seriousness of this matter yet?"

John slapped himself on the head, looking at Mr. Wang with an incredible look on his face.

Then, he told Mr. Wang about the seriousness of the matter, exactly the same as what he said to Nidepp at that time.

"My dear king! They are about to harm our common interests." John said as if he was thinking about General Wang: "Wang, I know your business is large in scale. There are also many types of agent drugs, and there are fewer sales of chemotherapy drugs.

It doesn't affect your money."

"Just like our Meri, chemotherapy drugs are just a small section. Why do we attach so much importance to it? I appreciate a Chinese proverb that an ant hole may destroy a dam, and this Chinese medicine experiment is

We must block the ant hole, otherwise when their evidence-based experiment is successful and the method is promoted, more Chinese medicines will be launched. Whoever has a few dollars of Chinese medicine will not take it, but will take expensive Western medicines.

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Mr. Wang held Fang Tuzi's hand, "Professor Fang, I wish us a happy cooperation!"

When Fang Tuzi heard Mr. Wang call him a doctor, he held Mr. Wang's hand tightly with both hands and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Mr. Wang, I wish us a happy cooperation!"

The more this person lacks something, the more he cares about what he cares about.
Chapter completed!