stock exchange.
"Hello, I want to open an account." Peng Hao and Liu Sihui separated and came here. He wants to speculate in U.S. stocks. He has the memory of U.S. stocks in 2002 in his mind, and he wants to continue to make some small money from U.S. stocks.
...
"Hey, Peng Hao, the test results of the Indian generic drug are out, and the efficacy is indeed the same as the genuine drug!" Liu Sihui called. Her voice was full of joy and hope.
"I know, I will definitely be able to get life-saving medicine back from India." Peng Hao said with a cool face. Even when no one is around, he still acts cool.
...
Three days later.
"Brother Hao, when will you give me the 50,000 yuan?" Cheng Yong asked after hesitation.
"I will give you 20,000 yuan first. When we come back successfully, the remaining 30,000 yuan will be transferred to you immediately." Peng Hao said coldly. He took out 20,000 yuan from his handbag and gave it directly to Cheng Yong.
"Thank you, Brother Hao. I guarantee that the medicine will be shipped back smoothly." Cheng Yong said.
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India.
As soon as you leave the airport.
"Brother Hao, I've been here many times, I will definitely be able to find that medicine." Cheng Yong smiled.
"Well, I hope everything goes well." Peng Hao said calmly, looking cool.
"Boss Cheng!" shouted an Indian Asan. He wore a turban on his head and a big beard, and greeted Cheng Yong happily.
"James!" Cheng Yong shouted.
"Welcome, welcome!" James hurriedly extended his hand.
"It's so hot here. By the way, Brother Hao, he is my friend. From now on when he comes here, you must serve him well and not rip off customers." Cheng Yong said with a smile.
"Brother Hao, hello, please take care of me." James hurriedly stretched out his hand.
"Okay." Peng Hao said with a cold face. Facing Indian Asan, he was even more ruthless.
"Brother Hao, Boss Cheng, please get in the car." James greeted Peng Hao and Cheng Yong to get in the car.
"Hey, James, can you find this place?" After getting in the car, Cheng Yong took out a piece of paper and said.
"I'm going to...&*...&**" Peng Hao said an address in English.
"Okay, I understand, Brother Hao, your English is very standard, with a London accent. You are so good!" James said with a thumbs up.
"Brother Hao, you actually speak English?" Cheng Yong said with a surprised look on his face.
"I'm self-taught, so I can barely communicate." Peng Hao said expressionlessly.
"Brother Hao, James said, what you said is very standard, and it's still London accent, so don't be modest, haha." Cheng Yong said with a smile.
"Haha, I just learned it casually and didn't pay attention to the accent." Peng Hao laughed and continued coldly. He doesn't want to pretend, he just wants to be low-key, but his strength does not allow him to be low-key. If you don't pay attention, he will be the most handsome guy in the crowd.
"Brother Hao, you are really a genius. You can learn so well by yourself..." Cheng Yong kept praising.
"It's not bad, you can do it if you study on your own." Peng Hao said coldly with an expressionless face. He intends to carry out his ruthlessness to the end.
While passing through a crowded street, a group of children gathered near the car window, seemingly wanting to beg.
"Brother Hao, if you encounter this situation, you must not pay attention to them, otherwise our things will be taken away." Cheng Yong said hurriedly.
"Well, the people here are worse off than us." Peng Hao nodded.
"Actually, they're all the same." Cheng Yong said helplessly. He is a failed middle-aged man. His business has collapsed, his wife has run away, his father is sick, and he has no money for medical treatment. He feels that there is no way out in life. People like him are everywhere in the country.
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The car driven by James arrived at a factory in the suburbs.
"Lao Cheng, wait for me outside." Peng Hao said casually. He didn't intend to let Cheng Yong know about Greining's huge profits.
"Okay, Brother Hao." Cheng Yong nodded. He actually didn't want to go in and participate in the drug trade. He didn't want to get caught and go to jail.
"Brother Hao, please!" James and Peng Hao entered the pharmaceutical factory together. ,
Pharmaceutical factory director's office.
"Mr. Grace, I want the agency rights of Glenin in Xia Country." Peng Hao spoke directly to Grace, the director of the pharmaceutical factory, in English.
"Mr. Peng, as far as I know, the sale of our medicine is prohibited in Xia Country. Even if I give you the agency right, you can't sell it," Grace said.
"This shouldn't be something Mr. Grace considers. I will find a way to sell it." Peng Hao said with a cool face. He plans to take the cool and elegant route.
"How many do you want?" Grace asked.
"What's your price?" Peng Hao asked.
"Five hundred RMB a bottle." Grace said.
"I hope to get a better discount. My annual sales volume will be more than 10,000 bottles, and there is no problem with 100,000 bottles, or even more than 200,000 bottles." Peng Hao said expressionlessly. He wanted to smile and talk, but he couldn't. Because he remembered a piece of information he found.
Chronic myelogenous leukemia affects 1 to 2 people per 100,000 people. This is a worldwide statistic. In China, the figure is even larger. For every 100,000 people, more than 2 people have this disease. More than 3 is not impossible!
I don’t know why, but the proportion of cancer patients in Xia Country is always higher than that in other countries. This is something that should make people reflect, but it has not attracted widespread attention.
In 2002, the total population of Xia State was 1.285 billion. Based on this ratio, how many patients were there in Xia State?
Peng Hao calculated a chilling number. He wanted to speak politely and with a smile, but he really couldn't smile.
"Three hundred RMB per bottle, but the annual sales volume is required to be more than 50,000 bottles." Grace thought for a while.
"We can sign an agreement. I promise that the annual sales volume will be more than 100,000 bottles. Can you give me 100 RMB a bottle?" Peng Hao bargained to death. He bargained with no regard for face. At this moment, he has no shame and only wants money.
"No, no, no, Mr. Peng, there is no way I can accept your price." Grace shook her head hurriedly. A bottle of 100 RMB is already close to the cost price, making too little money, and he doesn’t want to do this business anymore.
Yes, even if it costs 100 yuan for a bottle, it is only close to the cost price, rather than losing money. This is the ridiculous fact! In order to make money, everyone can ignore the loss of human life.
"Mr. Grace, please name a price that everyone can accept." Peng Hao said coldly.
"Two hundred yuan a bottle, and the annual sales volume must be more than 100,000 bottles. If not, you must pay three hundred yuan a bottle." Grace thought for a while. There are many factories in India that produce generic drugs. Glenin is only produced by his family now, but it may not be certain in the future. He does not want to push Peng Hao out of the door.
"Okay, but I have a request. Your company must help contact a transport fleet to help..." With the huge sales volume, Peng Hao cannot smuggle so many medicines back to the country, and Cheng Yong's channels may not be good either, so he still Let Grace, a local snake, deal with it.
Of course, Peng Hao doesn't have other options. He can rent the system space of the krypton metal panel to transport medicine more secretly and conveniently, but he doesn't want to do that for the time being.
"No problem, Mr. Peng, how much medicine do you want this time?" Grace agreed readily. He has more smuggling channels than Peng Hao and Cheng Yong can compare with.
"I want 600,000 RMB worth of medicine, of course 200 RMB a bottle." Peng Hao thought for a moment. He previously borrowed 300,000 from Zhang Dongwang to speculate in U.S. stocks, and the total money became more than 900,000. He planned to keep more than 300,000 to continue trading in stocks, and import the rest first. Because there are countless people waiting for medicine to save their lives, and at this moment, he, Peng Hao, is the savior.
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away. We can sign the agency agreement now." Grace smiled.
"I'm ready." Peng Hao said coldly. The agency agreement had been drawn up before he arrived.
"That's great, Mr. Peng, you are such a wise man." Grace smiled.
