Trafford’s Trading Club

In the private lounge on the 27th floor of the hotel.

An old foreign man with white hair was looking out at the night outside. At the same time, a young man walked quickly from the door.

"Boss, we found Nan Xiaonan. She has returned to her original apartment."

The white-haired old man took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket, covered his lips and coughed twice, then seemed about to stand up. The young man quickly stepped forward to support him.

"You haven't been able to find her these past few days, but you didn't know until she returned to the apartment." The white-haired old man looked at the young man beside him calmly: "Jimmy, should I start to doubt your ability to work."

Young man... Jimmy lowered his head and didn't dare to speak - in fact, there were two things he hadn't thought about until now.

The first thing he did was to send Killer No. 7 to assassinate Nan Xiaonan. In the end, it was found that he died from the bullets of his own sniper rifle. The sniper rifle only fired one shot. The people sent to clean up could not even find anyone who broke in. Traces of where No. 7 was ambushed.

Moreover, No. 7 probably did not release his sniper rifle with both hands before he died. Judging from his final condition, he should have been lying on the window sill, ready to snipe, when he was shot.

Jimmy remembered that 7 even had a call with himself before confirming the shooting.

Another thing is that the person who is following Nan Xiaonan said that Nan Xiaonan has not been seen in the past few days, but she is clearly at work...

"Why don't you speak." The white-haired old man's voice became louder.

Jimmy said seriously: "I have sent out No. 4 and No. 5 to monitor her 24 hours a day. If Qin Zhen is not dead yet, he will definitely be exposed, and then I will capture him and bring him to the boss personally."

"I'm waiting for your good news." The white-haired old man breathed out slowly.

At this moment, a man in a suit walked in respectfully, "Mr. House, there is a Miss Song outside who wants to see you... This is what she asked me to give to you."

Jimmy took an envelope from the man's hand and opened it and found a piece of jammed paper inside.

He didn't open the card to read it, but just handed it to the white-haired old man...Mr. House.

Mr. House opened it and took a look, frowned, then looked at the man who walked in, "Who else did Miss Song bring?"

The man said: "There is one who looks like an assistant, and there are a few others who look like bodyguards."

"Well..." Mr. House pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Let's make arrangements and meet."

"I know." The man quickly turned around and left.

Jimmy was puzzled at this time: "Boss, who is this Miss Song?"

Mr. House shook his head, but raised the paper card in his hand, "I don't know who this Miss Song is yet, but I know who the owner of this paper card is... I still have to give it to To save face."

"who is it?"

"The leader of the business district in southern China, the old lady from the Zhang family." Mr. House put the card away, "Please accompany me to meet her. This old lady will not give people a letter of introduction easily. Since you can hire this old lady, you should have some skills."

"I know." Jimmy nodded.

…

In the reception room.

"By the way, what do you mean by the big pig's hooves you just mentioned?"

Song Ying, who was waiting in the reception room, was sitting very upright, but now she thought of the unfinished topic in the car, so she turned slightly sideways and asked the assistant beside her.

"Yes...it's an Internet term used in China. I was watching an online drama recently, and what I saw on the barrage probably means that men are good at everything except being careless and slow."

"Oh..." Song Ying suddenly understood and nodded.

Is Luo Qiu being careless... you don't feel that way?

Slowness is...

at this time.

The sound of the door opening interrupted Miss Sakura's random thoughts, and she saw a white-haired old man slowly walking in with a cane, followed by a handsome young man.

As the CEO of the Song Dynasty for more than a year, Song Ying had seen a lot of so-called young talents - but those who were as sharp as this young man were rare.

But she paid more attention to Mr. House, and at the same time she began to read information about him in her mind.

This old man was already ninety years old. He had experienced World War II and had served as a captain in a certain country. He was already a drug smuggler before the war. His method of getting started was simply to use his military rank to smuggle scarce drugs during the war.

In the 1980s and 1990s of the last century, he was already a very famous medicinal material manufacturer and philanthropist in Europe. In the late 1990s, he was canonized by the Danish royal family and received a knighthood.

It began to expand overseas markets ten years ago and immediately targeted China.

In the past two years, I have spent a lot of time in China. According to the outside world, it is because I fell in love with China’s Peking Opera culture...

"Hello, Mr. House."

Whether it was out of respect for the old man or as a party seeking cooperation, taking the initiative to say hello, she still had to do it... Song Ying stretched out her hand to Mr. House with a smile.

"Miss Song."

Mr. House just stretched out his hand and shook it lightly, "I saw your greeting card. You were introduced by Mrs. Zhang. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Ying smiled confidently, "Mr. House, before we start talking about things, I have something I want you to take a look at."

Under Song Ying's gaze, the assistant sent out the documents that had been prepared long ago, "Mr. House, these are our company's products."

"Oh?" Mr. House nodded, sat down, opened the document and looked at it carefully.

Song Ying also sat down and didn't look sideways... but she didn't like Mr. House's young gaze - most of the young talents she had seen would cast similar glances at her, and she had long been accustomed to it.

moment.

"These products..." Mr. House raised his head slightly and glanced at Song Ying.

Song Ying just smiled and said nothing.

Mr. House patiently looked down again, but his expression became more focused.

After a while, Mr. House closed the document and put it on the table. After pondering for a while, he said, "Miss Song, do you want to cooperate with me?"

"What do you think of these products, Mr. House?"

Mr. House said calmly: "The data looks very good. If the three products you listed here can be produced, they will be good news to many patients, especially the anti-cancer drug mentioned in it, which is better than the current mainstream drugs. Fortunately... to be honest, I'm curious as to why this drug has never been reported."

The assistant smiled calmly and said: "Because these drugs have never been released since they were developed. However, in the past two days, we have completed the patent application... Mr. House, this is a professional certificate."

The assistant took out another document and placed it on the table.

But Mr. House didn't look at it this time. Instead, he asked, "Why is Miss Song looking for me?"

Song Ying got straight to the point: "I hope to sign a production and overseas sales contract with Mr. House. I plan to sign the overseas sales rights to you for these three drugs."

Mr. House smiled and said: "Ms. Song, your company is able to develop these drugs. It seems that it does not lack funds... I am very curious as to why the pharmaceutical industry has never heard of you, Miss Song."

"My family is relatively low-key." Song Ying kept smiling and said, "This time our family wants to show off its talents, so we plan to use these products."

Mr. House said happily: "Then I would like to congratulate Miss Song on her success. If these three drugs can be put into the market, I can't imagine what heights they will reach in the end... This overseas distributor's contract, to be honest, I I am happy to sign. Of course, the premise is that all this is true."

"We have a large amount of on-site test data." Song Ying said seriously: "I can come to visit Mr. House, of course I am ready. I chose to cooperate with Mr. House because your company's conditions are very mature."

Mr. House laughed: "Miss Song, I wonder why you don't sign the domestic sales rights to me as well?"

Song Ying said: "Our company is prepared to do this on our own in China."

Mr. House smiled, neither agreeing nor rejecting, but said apologetically: "Ms. Song, I've been feeling a little unwell recently. I want to go back and rest first... Let's talk about cooperation when we have the opportunity. . This is Jimmy, I will let him contact you after I think it over."

"Of course." Song Ying nodded with a smile.

…

The assistant left Jimmy his contact information. After Jimmy took the document, he helped Mr. House leave the reception room.

After a while, a waiter from the lounge came over with a bottle of red wine and said it was from Mr. House.

The assistant opened the red wine and poured a glass for Song Ying, "Mr. House seems to have little interest... I guess he's not pretending."

Song Ying held the red wine glass and muttered: "These medicines were developed under the leadership of Mr. Blind. They have always been the village's special medicine. I can guarantee that these medicines are definitely higher than any similar type of product on the market. This old man You shouldn't be heartbroken..."

"Is it because of the pricing issue?" the assistant thought.

Song Ying shook her head: "There are two kinds of pricing. The profit of overseas pricing is huge, and everyone will be tempted. Overseas sales are also the source of our profits. But what grandpa means is that the domestic part must be done by ourselves, and it must be the cheapest. . This is an attitude, letting the government know the attitude of our Song family, and it can also be a kind of feedback. Grandpa wants to stand firm in the country, and the Song family wants to return to its roots, so it can no longer do its former business. We can use our hands to cooperate with The government has made good friends, and currently it is only the pharmaceutical business... If local drugs can combat imported drugs and solve the problem of expensive and unaffordable medicines for patients, this is the answer sheet submitted by the Song family. Only in this way can we get Support, save time, it can be regarded as a vote of fame."

The assistant said: "What if Mr. House doesn't plan to give up the domestic sales rights..."

Song Ying shook her head and said: "Then continue to grind with him. The profits from overseas sales are enough to impress any businessman. This old man will not be unclear about the profits. He does not answer directly and is just showing off. In the past few days, we have If we don't contact him proactively, he won't be able to help it. Besides...it's not that we can't do it without House, but that our Song family must use this House."

"Miss, does dad have any other intentions?"

Song Ying glanced at the assistant - if she was just from the Song Dynasty Group, Song Ying didn't intend to tell her, but she was selected by the village.

"House is just the first step for us to get closer to the Zhao family in the capital."

"The Zhao family in the capital?"

Song Ying nodded and said sternly: "You are from the village, so you should know the history of our Song family... Why did grandpa's family break up and why did he go into exile abroad?"

"Miss, you mean...the Zhao family?"

Song Ying put the wine glass down without taking a sip, and said calmly: "A little clue...but it's enough."

The assistant quickly said: "If it is really the Zhao family, then..."

Song Ying shook her head, her eyes stern: "This place is different from South America, and the Zhao family is deeply rooted in the country. But... when it comes to using capital to defeat someone, I, Song Ying, have never been afraid of anyone."

"Miss, you are so powerful!" the assistant patted the horse.

Song Ying rolled her eyes, "Watch less stupid dramas from now on and focus on work. The next year will be very important for the new company."

"Okay." The assistant nodded, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was quite glad that Miss Ying didn't have the habit of watching TV series.

Song Ying has very few entertainment projects. The only way to relieve stress on weekdays is to drive. However, the country is not as good as South America. Not to mention the traffic jams, there are more traffic lights than even fifth gear and she has to stop.

"Miss, are we going back to rest now?"

Song Ying thought for a while, shook her head and said: "No, let's go to the new company. I want to see how the decoration is going. Please go back and sort out Song Dynasty's work report last week for me. It should be very early there. , I will hold a video conference later."

The assistant was vomiting bitterness in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything and nodded in agreement.

…

"Boss, this Miss Song has left."

Mr. House lowered his head, slowly rubbing his forehead with his fingers, and said nothing.

Jimmy said: "Boss, are you considering this cooperation?"

Mr. House shook his head, "The profits of these new drugs are huge. In the past, I might have signed them without hesitation. But now, I am not in the mood."

jimmy nodded.

Mr. House started coughing again. Jimmy quickly took out some medicine and asked Mr. House to take it. After a while, he regained his breath, but his face was full of decay.

He sighed and suddenly glanced at the young and handsome Jimmy, "If you give me ten times more wealth, I can't compare to you."

Jimmy lowered his head and said nothing. He knew very well what the old man was afraid of.

Mr. House suddenly lost interest, waved his hand and said, "I'm going to rest. You can go out... I'll leave this cooperation to you. You can go and talk to Miss Song in two days."

"good."

…

…

Separated by the glass curtain walls on all sides, Zhong Luochen and 24 were looking at the people in the glass house.

Sitting in this glass house was a slovenly man with clumps of hair and dirt on his face - even his eyes were scattered and there was no silly smile on his lips.

Looking at the foolish and foolish man inside, 24 said: "This won't work. He's too old and a lunatic. It's better to be younger and have a pure mind, as the success rate will be greater."

Zhong Luochen said calmly: "Such a child is worth far more than this fool. When sir can ensure the success rate, it won't be too late to use good materials."

"What a cheap kindness." 24 walked into the glass room with a sly smile without comment, and then lowered the curtain.

Soon after, screams came from inside.

Zhong Luochen's expression did not change, his eyes did not change, he just listened.