President Song looked at her with a slight smile on his face: "Mr. Shen is also interested in this?"
Shen Qingyue looked a little embarrassed and said, "I've been studying this aspect recently, and I happened to hear President Song and you guys chatting, so I also wanted to ask for advice."
Dean Zeng listened to Shen Qingyue's words and continued to drink tea without any intention of talking to her.
This exchange meeting was organized by President Song. Although some people he didn't want to see came, but several people had already found him, so he could only deal with it a little more.
"Then what do you want to ask Mr. Shen?" President Song asked Shen Qingyue.
Shen Qingyue asked with a smile: "Actually, I am very uneasy when the new drug comes out this time, especially when I see the price of Qiao Bo's new drug is so high. I can't help but think about it. The price is so high. Will it still be difficult for most patients to accept it?"
Shen Qingyue's smile deepened by two points, and continued: "After all...the medicine maker is essentially doing it for the patients, right? If you don't have money to see a doctor, or you finally cure the disease, but because of the cost of treatment, If all the family’s savings are gone, it will be equally difficult to survive in the future.”
President Song heard what Shen Qingyue said and knew what she meant: "Speaking of which, the price of Mr. Shen's medicine is indeed much cheaper than that of Xiao Mu. I wonder how much money Mr. Shen put into it?"
Shen Qingyue was stunned when she heard this.
"What's the price? For that medicine, with this price, you should ask her how much she earns." Mr. Zeng snorted lightly.
Shen Qingyue looked even more embarrassed and couldn't help but say: "My price is already one-third lower than the price developed by Qiao Bo."
Dean Zeng snorted again: "How much does your research cost and the few medicinal materials you use cost you? Can it be compared with Mu Mu's?"
Shen Qingyue's face became increasingly ugly, and she couldn't help but call out, "Dean Zeng."
Dean Zeng said to her: "If I were you, I would quickly withdraw your medicines and send them to remote areas. It may seem like a good thing has been done, but in fact will these medicines have any harmful effects?" What’s the problem, who knows?”
Then he said: "If you want to achieve a certain degree of popularity of such a medicine, it must be applicable to different groups of people as much as possible. How many classifications need to be done, how many experiments and integrations need to be done, and how much medicinal materials need to be invested. Among them, the cost , is simply an astronomical number.
If Mumu didn't have some other side businesses and relied solely on the funds allocated from above, it would have taken at least three to five years for this drug to be released.
How long has your company been established? How capable are you in medicine? You can make such a medicine so quickly. Who dares to take this medicine? "
Dean Zeng's shameless sarcasm made Shen Qingyue's expression extremely ugly.
The originally lively venue became quiet at this time, listening quietly to Dean Zeng's scolding and disdain for Shen Qingyue.