He is about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples but a particularly rosy complexion. He is wearing a white coat and sitting behind a desk.
His nameplate hung on his chest.
Printed on it is - Ren Shicheng, chief physician, doctoral supervisor, and president of Shanghai No. 1 Hospital!
Long title.
Every one...is a resounding presence.
As the most serious medical involution.
This is extremely common.
If you want to enter Shanghai No. 1 Hospital, you don't have a doctoral degree from overseas study, and you don't even have the qualifications to be an intern.
Ren Shicheng was able to reach this point.
Naturally, academic qualifications, abilities, and connections are all indispensable.
Opposite the desk, stood a middle-aged man in a suit.
With a smile on his face, he took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Ren Shicheng, "Dean Ren, this is the number and amount of medical equipment this time. Please take a look."
Ren Shicheng took the document, glanced at it casually, then pressed it down with his hand, raised his eyelids, and asked expressionlessly: "Why are you here this time...your general manager?"
Woolen cloth?"
"Mr. Zhang, he went abroad to attend an international medical device conference. He really couldn't get away, so he asked me to come over."
The middle-aged man explained with a smile: "Dean Ren, don't worry...General Manager Zhang is my uncle, you can just call me Xiao Zhang. Before he set off, he specifically asked me to
."
"I also know what I should do and what I shouldn't do."
Ren Shicheng leaned back on the seat, glanced at the middle-aged man calmly, and then said calmly: "In this case... let's wait until your general manager comes back. Let's talk about it then!"
"Dean Ren!"
The middle-aged man's face changed slightly when he heard this, and then he said anxiously: "My uncle... General Manager Zhang, it will take at least a month to attend the meeting and back. If you wait for him to come back, it will be really delayed.
It’s time.”
"These medical devices have been produced and are just waiting for your signature."
The middle-aged man glanced back at the gate, then leaned closer and lowered his voice: "We have been cooperating for so many years. You know that Ren, the president of our company, has always been trustworthy, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen us, right?"
"We should go through the process directly according to what we discussed before."
"If you're still worried, Dean Ren... I'll call my uncle and you can have a chat with him. Do you think this is okay?"
However, Ren Shicheng calmly picked up the thermos cup on the table. Under the eager gaze of the middle-aged man, he blew the tea leaves floating on it calmly, and then took a sip.
Then he put down the tea cup and said: "This is your problem. In short...either ask your general manager to come back, or wait until he comes back to discuss this matter."
"Dean Ren!"
The middle-aged man was anxious.
Ren Shicheng's brows suddenly furrowed, he tapped his desk hard with his fingers, and said impatiently: "I've made it very clear, don't ask me to repeat it a second time!"
"With such a big event approaching, the general manager of your company actually went abroad and sent a young boy like you here."
Ren Shicheng looked displeased and said, "I should consider...whether I should continue to cooperate with you."
The middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically.
It can be said that their company relies entirely on Ren Shicheng to thrive.
If this line is broken.
Then the company's fate will be completely overturned.
After returning.
If the company knew that he not only failed to get things done, but also messed up... then he would not get any good results.
The middle-aged man stood there, his face changing for a while, and finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and whispered: "Dean Ren... We will give you another ten points of profit for this equipment, no matter what.
What do you think?"
Ren Shicheng's expression did not change, he stretched out his hand, pointed at the door and said: "I won't send it away!"
"Fifteen o'clock!"
The middle-aged man squeezed out another sentence through his teeth.
This is almost his limit.
Ren Shicheng didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Twenty points!"
The middle-aged man was trembling all over and his face was ashen.
Because he knows.
It is easy to say it, but it is difficult to take it back. As the saying goes, it is difficult to take back the words.
Once this profit is given away, then... it is almost impossible to restore it to its original appearance.
They all know it.
This Shicheng is completely a glutton, a greedy master who can only get in but not get out.
It would be impossible to take it out of his mouth again.
Ren Shicheng looked intently at the middle-aged man who was sweating profusely. His face was pale and without any blood.
There was silence in the office for a while, and no one spoke again.
Ren Shicheng took out the pen directly from his white coat, opened the cap of the pen, turned over the document in his hand, lowered his head and signed his name on it.
"Okay, this time... I will trust you one more time. If you fool me like this again next time, and you are so perfunctory, there will be no need to cooperate."
After signing, Ren Shicheng pushed the document casually.
The document slid in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at the document, his heart was bleeding, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. After taking the document, he bowed to Ren Shicheng and said, "Thank you, Dean Ren."
"Um."
Ren Shicheng turned directly to look at the computer on the table, obviously chasing away the customers.
The middle-aged man took the documents and staggered out, distracted.
Before leaving.
He was furious and wanted to vent his anger by closing the door, but he was afraid of angering Ren Shicheng.
Close the door gently.
"Damn old thing!"
The middle-aged man looked gloomy and gritted his teeth. He had seen greedy people before, but he had never seen anyone so greedy.
Simply greedy.
"This kind of person will have a bad end sooner or later! It depends on how long it will take for you to finish!"
The middle-aged man cursed helplessly and furiously, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a group of people walking towards him menacingly!
They all wore formal Chinese tunic suits and golden badges on their chests.
His face was solemn and his steps were calm.
There were several doctors in white coats beside him, who were talking anxiously beside them, as if they were asking or explaining.
However, their expressions remained unchanged and they did not listen to what the other party said the whole time.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened.
He knew all of these doctors... They were all chief physicians and vice presidents of the hospital.