Just when Director Yang was jealous that Xiang Dong accepted Fan Minghui's bank card and was thinking of finding some reason to send money to Xiang Dong, Xiang Dong spoke slowly: "Minghui, what does your company do?"
Fan Minghui, his wife, and Director Yang were stunned. There were still people in the world who didn't know that Xiangjiang Xinhuang Group was a comprehensive multinational group. However, they were relieved after thinking about Xiang Dong's mysterious methods. I think Xiang Dong belongs to that kind of group.
A hermit who doesn't care about worldly affairs.
After understanding the situation, Fan Minghui reported the industry in which his company was engaged. He didn't understand what Xiang Dong meant by asking, and thought he was just out of curiosity.
The reason why Xiang Dong asked Fan Minghui about the status of his company was because he didn't want to ask for money from others for no reason. Although he didn't know how much money was in the card, and he regarded Fan Minghui as one of his own, he still wanted to do something.
Seek peace of mind.
When he heard that Fan Minghui's company had pharmaceutical production, he said nothing, found paper and pen on the operating room record table, and wrote a full page with a big pen, then turned around and handed the paper to Fan Minghui and said: "
This is the secret recipe of artificial bezoar. The bezoar produced using this method can not only be mass-produced, but also has no side effects after being synthesized into drugs."
"What?..." Fan Minghui took the page with both hands. When he heard this, his hands shook and he almost tore the paper. The market price of bezoars is now nearly 250 per gram, which is comparable to gold. But now Xiang Dong said
Bezoars can be mass-produced artificially, and the side effects of drugs can be eliminated after synthesizing drugs. What is the concept?
It is no exaggeration to say that this thin page of paper is a huge gold mine that will never be exhausted.
"Dong...Brother Dong...what do you mean?" Fan Minghui took a long time to regain his senses and stammered to Xiang Dong. And he held the thin page of paper with trembling hands, looking cautious.
The appearance is even worse than the Heshi Bi in your hand.
"It's not interesting. Since I took your money, of course I have to come up with something." Xiang Dongfeng said lightly: "I don't like taking other people's gifts for free, so you can just exchange them for equal value.
"
The bezoar manufacturing method that Xiang Dong came up with was a medicinal material used in the alchemist's formula in the Hongmeng Life and Death Art. With the emergence of the Qi Refining Technique in the second stage of the Hongmeng Life and Death Art, alchemy also appeared in Xiang Dong's mind.
Techniques, as well as some simple spell formations, etc., such as the primary holding technique that was used to prevent Director Yang and others from kneeling before.
Although he has been obsessed with cultivation for a long time and lived a life of seclusion in the city, he still has some understanding of the folk uses and value of bezoar. And among the alchemy techniques he knows, the refining method of bezoar is exactly one of them.
The simplest refining method, just right for use.
"What? How is this possible?... This secret recipe is a priceless treasure. I can never accept it." After hearing Xiang Dong's explanation, Fan Minghui shook his head in fright, quickly handed the secret recipe to Xiang Dong with both hands, and said with a sad face: "
Besides, Brother Dong, you saved me and rebuilt me, so what does that little bank card mean? No... no, I can never want this formula."
How could Fan Minghui be willing to accept Xiang Dong's gift? When he thought about it, not to mention that Xiang Dong cured his illness and changed his physique, which was a great favor that money could not buy. Even if he saved Director Yang,
If you survive this one thing, it will be worth your entire family fortune.
Director Yang was pushed into the water by his wife and almost died. If he couldn't be saved, both he and his wife would be in disaster. What's the point of having more money?
Fan Minghui's attitude made Xiang Dong very happy, but at the same time very angry. He actually wanted to refuse his kindness. Did he want to get the money in vain?
Xiang Dong was about to scold Fan Minghui with a straight face, but before he could speak, Director Yang, who was standing aside, took the lead and spoke with a smile: "Haha... I said Brother Fan, you have become stupid, have you?"
?You don’t want such a unique secret recipe?”
"You?..." Fan Minghui's face turned green with anger when he heard this. He turned around and glared at Director Yang fiercely. Didn't these words undermine him?
But his words were interrupted by Director Yang's next sentence: "What are you, you are still the founder of a large group, so you wouldn't think of making a change and accepting this secret recipe as Dong Ge's technology investment.
Wouldn’t it be nice to share the dividends from the products produced with Brother Dong?”
Fan Minghui's eyes lit up after hearing this. This method was so good. It solved all the embarrassments at once. From then on, he could legitimately send money to Brother Dong. Thinking of this, he laughed at Director Yang and said: "Hahaha... Gao
Ah, I didn’t expect Brother Yang to have a talent for business.”
Then, he turned to Xiang Dong and said with a cheerful expression: "Brother Dong, we will make arrangements according to what Brother Yang said and set up a company specifically to produce bezoar. I will be responsible for all affairs and you will hold 80% of the shares in it.
, what do you think?"
Xiang Dong thought the same thing. If the things he gave away were returned, wouldn't it be against his own wishes? Although he was not happy about dividend shares and the like, he wouldn't care too much. After all, he provided the dividends.
Product profit.
But he was a little dissatisfied with Fan Minghui's dividend ratio. He only provided prescriptions and could get 80% of the profits, which was really too much. Therefore, he said with a serious face: "Since you all think
This method is suitable, so that’s fine, but the dividend structure must be changed to me accounting for 40%.
When he saw Fan Minghui opening and closing his lips as if he wanted to express something, he glared and said, "That's it. It's decided. If I keep blabbering any longer, I'm going to lose my temper." When he lowered his face, his whole body became condensed.
Fan Minghui and the others felt breathless.
Not to mention, Xiang Dong's actions frightened Fan Minghui to the point where he didn't even dare to talk about dividend shares. However, Fan Minghui would not let it go. He secretly decided in his heart that since he couldn't explain it to Brother Dong,
Then just do it.
He knew that a strange person like Xiang Dong had no idea about worldly things, so he decided not to argue for the time being. When the contract was concluded, he would change the share ratio to half and half. Brother Dong would definitely not read the contract carefully.
.
Sure enough, afterward, when he brought the finalized contract to Xiang Dong to sign, Xiang Dong directly signed his name without even looking at the details of the contract.
In fact, Fan Minghui did this not because he didn't believe in himself or Xiang Dong, but because he didn't believe in his descendants. In the future, the company that produces bezoar will definitely be the most profitable company among all his companies. He doesn't want his children to be
Blinded by interests, he would do anything to disgrace Brother Dong.
Only people like Xiang Dong and Fan Minghui in the world would worry about getting less money. If outsiders knew about it, they would probably think that their brains were fucked by a hundred thousand snow and mud horses.
After the matter was settled, everyone left each other's contact information and filed out happily.
When the four Xiang Dongs appeared outside the operating room again, everyone was shocked. Everyone saw Director Yang and Fan Minghui opening the door on the left and right, and respectfully sending Xiang Donggong out like two generals.
Extremely respectful.
Two such big men were willing to serve as waiters for Xiang Dong, a young peach-eyed man. This made everyone stare with shock.
The first person to react was Zhuang Yifei. In his mind, no matter what happened to Xiang Dong, it was not surprising. He walked quickly to Xiang Dong and said respectfully: "Brother Dong."
"Yes." After Xiang Dong nodded in response, he turned to Dean Su and said, "Dean Su, my task has been completed, so I'll take my leave."
Xiang Dong left in a hurry because he wanted to know about the Yin Yang Jade. He originally planned to say hello to Dean Su and then leave, but Dean Su stopped him: "That Xiang Dong, can you please visit me more often in the future?"
Come to our hospital for guidance?" Dean Su asked Xiang Dong nervously.
He really wanted Xiang Dong to be the treasure of Changzheng Hospital. After several contacts, he had a very clear understanding of Xiang Dong's superb medical skills. If such a master did not find any way to get Changzheng Hospital, then he, the director,
What I did was really incompetent.
"This..." Xiang Dong hesitated. After treating Fan Minghui just now, he found that curing diseases and saving lives seemed to have no effect on his own cultivation understanding or abnormal symptoms of Qi movement. In this way, contact with the human body became meaningless.
However, Xiang Dong didn't know whether Fan Minghui's treatment was an exception or common. In addition, he did not object to treating illnesses and saving lives. Since Zhuang Yifei had applied for a medical license for himself, he could continue to treat illnesses and save lives as a matter of course.
Accumulating good karma has been practiced in the world of mortals.
So after thinking deeply, he nodded and agreed in Dean Su's eager eyes. However, he also reminded Dean Su: "Dean Su, you also know that I am still a student and it is impossible for me to come to the hospital for long-term consultation.
, we can only try to squeeze out some time."
Dean Su was particularly excited when he saw Xiang Dong agreeing, and nodded hurriedly. He originally wanted Xiang Dong to be the treasure of the Changzheng Hospital, rather than a sitting doctor. As long as there are special and difficult cases, Xiang Dong can be asked to help.
Then it’s Amitabha.
After receiving Xiang Dong's confirmation, Dean Su's face was full of ecstasy, but then he suddenly turned to the thin Dr. Zhang and said seriously: "Dr. Zhang, you are no longer suitable to stay in your current position. You will report to the Department of Infectious Diseases tomorrow.
Let's do it." He suddenly changed his face, which shocked everyone. The speed was even more exaggerated than the face changing in Sichuan opera.
Dean Su did this just to support Xiang Dong. Of course, Dr. Zhang's performance in the operating room just now was indeed too bad. Even if he didn't vent his anger on Xiang Dong's behalf, Dean Su would have dealt with Dr. Zhang.
"Why?" Dr. Zhang turned pale when he heard this and asked in a voiceless voice. This time, it was very rare that he did not speak in foreign languages.
"What, you are very dissatisfied with my decision? Do you want me to beat you to the end before you will be willing to accept it?" Dean Su glared at this and shouted sternly.
As soon as Dean Su finished speaking, Director Wang, who had been silent for the whole time, also intervened sonorously and forcefully: "Yes, I also agree with Dean Su's opinion. Dr. Zhang is indeed not suitable to stay by my side anymore."