The Surgeon’s Studio

Chapter 566: 559 is making money for you

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There are treatment centers for tips surgery!

Ma Quan knows all the information about various interventional surgeries, otherwise he would not be able to lead Changfeng MicroPort to grow from a small company to a national enterprise.

Even now, Changfeng has grown up and even has resentment towards materials science.

No matter how small a company is, if it can imitate and make a living, it will be very satisfied. How can it dare to covet such a high-level subject as materials science

tips surgery, known as the crown jewel of interventional surgery!

There are 200 million hepatitis B patients in the country, and at least 2 million need tip surgery!

He immediately realized the value of what Director Kong said.

Moreover, Director Kong was very honest and did not call several companies together to bid each other out.

At least Ma Quan knows that Director Kong uses Cook products at home. Even if our own products enter the 912 hospital, Director Kong will not use them.

This time, Ma Quan was slightly puzzled as he was only called himself and did not see Cook's person, but then he realized that this was Director Kong giving Zheng Ren face.

Although he didn't understand why he would do this, Ma Quan knew that he could not let go of this opportunity.

"Director Kong, thank you for your support of Changfeng." Ma Quan stood up and bowed respectfully.

"It's okay." Director Kong waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's because you, Manager Feng, are doing well in business, and it's Boss Zheng who supports you. It has nothing to do with me."

Ma Quan was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Director Kong, can you give me a hint on what kind of support is needed?"

"Huh?" Director Kong snorted coldly and sat upright.

Ma Quan knew that his little cleverness could not be hidden from Director Kong, an old fox.

But you must not make him anxious.

It's not that they have no choice. Leaving Cook, who has been working with him for many years, to use Changfeng instead is really giving Zheng Ren face.

But when he thought about it again, Ma Quan was confused.

I have never encountered this situation before. In the early years, when interventional consumables first entered the mainland, they were all made by large international manufacturers.

The country was poor at that time, so if someone gave me a little bit of money, it would be considered a huge sum of money. Now, however, the situation is completely different.

No, if Bai Sheng goes bankrupt and liquidates, do you dare to think about getting a share of the pie

The changes are obvious.

Then the relevant experience in the past cannot be applied to the current situation at all.

Ma Quan thought about lightning and came up with plans one after another, but they were immediately rejected.

After being stunned for more than ten seconds, Ma Quan saw Director Kong's face getting darker and darker, and he was heartbroken and said: "Director Kong, you also know that we at Changfeng have no experience in this area."

He paused and observed Director Kong's expression.

"We will definitely support Boss Zheng's matter. Specifically, please help and give us a plan."

"Is it easy to bargain then?" Director Kong said coldly.

"Well… "

No more bargaining? As soon as Ma Quan hesitated, he saw Director Kong take out his cell phone and start flipping through his address book.

When his eyes caught sight of a name labeled Cook on Director Kong's cell phone, Ma Quan felt a chill go down his back, and his clothes instantly became wet with cold sweat.

"Director Kong, this is it." Ma Quan almost shouted the moment Director Kong pointed his finger: "Please give me a plan. If I can do it, I will definitely go all out. If our company can't afford it, If you find another company, we have no complaints.”

This is almost a plea.

Director Kong said solemnly: "The ex-factory price plus 5% of the consumables is your company's profit. The sales price is based on the national unified price, so you don't have to worry about the profit in the middle." (Note 1)

"..." Ma Quan never dreamed that Director Kong would propose such a plan.

Only private hospitals can do this kind of thing that desperately lowers the ex-factory price.

However, private hospitals rarely perform major surgeries, such as tip surgeries, and they basically won't do it.

Because private hospitals generally specialize in small specialties, such as hemorrhoids and the like. Or maternal and child hospitals, eye hospitals, etc.

Interventional surgeries such as liver cancer and cirrhosis require the support of large tertiary hospitals, and private hospitals cannot afford to support so many people.

What is Director Kong thinking

Ma Quan was startled for a moment. Seeing that Director Kong found the phone without hesitation, he immediately pressed it and prepared to find Cook's person.

He immediately shouted: "Director Kong, yes!"

At this time, Director Kong had a smile on his face.

"Director Kong, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren's voice came from the door.

"Boss Zheng, isn't this to make money for you?" Director Kong joked.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.

"I thought about it, and I'm afraid that using scientific research funds will lead you astray. But you said that as a Nobel Prize candidate, you can get hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands a year in 912. You don't mind it, I think it's too little. Shameful." Director Kong said.

"Then what?" Zheng Ren started to care about making money after spending more than a thousand on a meal with Xie Yiren. Zheng Ren also needed money in the past, but he still put learning skills first.

Now that the level of intervention is already leading the world, and we are also feeling huge economic pressure, we naturally cannot ignore making money.

"Without middlemen, Changfeng adds 5% to the ex-factory price and provides consumables for tip surgery. Normal sales at the research institute. A set... is estimated to have a profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, half of which is half for you and the hospital." Director Kong said.

Well…

Zheng Ren was speechless.

According to the number of disease sources in the imperial capital and according to my own surgical skills, it is easy to earn an income of 10 to 20 million a year.

"The money is still a bit short, but let's make do with it for now." Director Kong said.

Ma Quan cried, it's okay, is it ever so okay

Changfeng's annual net profit is only about 100 million. How could it be that with Director Kong, tens of millions is just enough.

"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Manager Feng, just contact me when the time comes."

Zheng Ren's words made Feng Xuhui feel at ease.

Mr. Zheng is a very particular person and never forgets himself at any time. It seems that I can continue to focus on my career.

Feng Xuhui thought to himself.

"Boss Ma, it's settled then." Director Kong said with a smile, "You can go back and we will discuss the specific matters in the Imperial Capital."

"Director Kong, Boss Zheng, Professor Rudolf Wagner mentioned a few days ago that the product entered the Heidelberg University Medical Center..."

Ma Quan has not forgotten this.

"Oh, let's look for Fuguier." Zheng Ren looked back and called Yang Lei to call the professor.

Soon, the professor came to the office. His long blond hair was not flowing at all. After staying in the ward for many days, my hair was almost as thick as felt.

"Boss, Gaha?" Professor Rudolf Wagner came in and said.

"This is a consumables manufacturer for prostate interventional embolization. Don't you want to buy some consumables?" Zheng Rendao.

"Oh." The professor was not very interested and said casually: "Just find someone to come back with me and go through the formalities as soon as possible. We are fine there, but we are afraid that they will not be able to complete the formalities when they exit, and it will be messy."

Zheng Ren didn't care. He just let Ma Quan talk to the professor about the rest. He... really wanted to go back and take a nap.

Note 1: The profit model of a private hospital near us, removing the middleman. Research institutions in the imperial capital, not counting the main body of the hospital, should be able to play on the sidelines.