Chapter 2018: 1948 Keeping Pace with Sales (Monthly Ticket 54000 Bonus ×108)

The interventional surgery room and the major external operating room are different.

In the Capital City Large Tertiary Hospital, the major external operating room usually occupies one or two floors, while the changing rooms and lounges are on another floor.

After all, with dozens or even hundreds of surgeries a day, a small space couldn't accommodate that many people.

But the interventional surgery room is just a single floor, with the changing room right outside it.

Zheng Ren changed his clothes slowly, his mind seemingly pondering something.

"Chief Zheng, Manager Hua says she's already here." Feng Xu Hui reported quietly while holding his phone.

"Oh? That fast." Zheng Ren thought, realizing he still hadn't called Ma Quan.

"Mm, she's been in contact with me for the past 24 hours." Feng Xu Hui felt strangely, "She arrived in the capital two hours ago and has just reached the operating room door."

"Hahaha, Xiao Feng, look at her work attitude." Su Yun laughed loudly, saying, "That's how you work and build a career. Your Liu Xiao Jie is just a bag‑carrier. I'm telling you, don't indulge Liu Xiao Jie too much, or she'll become completely useless."

Feng Xu Hui felt a little embarrassed, but he knew Su Yun was speaking the truth.

"Mm, I'll go see Hua Ying Ying." Zheng Ren said.

"Hey Xiao Feng, don't call her Manager Hua." Su Yun reminded, "In the workplace, seniority and hierarchy should be clear, otherwise…"

"It's fine." Zheng Ren said indifferently, "It's just a title; if she's unaware, next time she steps on a few toes she won't feel any psychological burden."

"Tsk tsk, see, Xiao Feng? This is fishing—how dark the boss's mind is."

"It has nothing to do with darkness." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"How can it have nothing to do with it? Nip problems in the bud to stop small frictions from piling up and constantly escalating. You, on the other hand, just let things run wild." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"If Hua Ying Ying couldn't even see this, she wouldn't have been the star sales manager at Longwind Micro‑creation before." Zheng Ren said.

"Greed blinds the eyes."

"I don't think so; whatever you call her is fine, it doesn't matter."

Feng Xu Hui listening to Zheng Ren and Su Yun felt truly helpless.

What they said seemed different, but essentially it was the same.

Hua Ying Ying works honestly, with no one managing her. Making money and bringing her a share is also irrelevant; the market's already been captured, and I can't consume it all myself.

But if she really turned traitor, neither Chief Zheng nor Yun Ge'er would doubt they could knock her down again. What star sales manager? In Boss Zheng's eyes, such a creature doesn't exist.

Even crossing over can be this formidable; Feng Xu Hui felt full of confidence.

Stepping out of the changing room, a smile as blooming as a flower appeared before him.

"Manager Hua, you're back already." Zheng Ren smiled and said softly.

Feng Xu Hui now had nothing to hesitate about; he knew what he should do.

"Boss Zheng, your clothes." Hua Ying Ying handed over the dry‑cleaned garments sealed in a bag with both hands.

Feng Xu Hui took the clothes.

"Are you out staking claims again?" Hua Ying Ying laughed, saying, "The Capital City Tumor Hospital accounts for 8.53% of the capital's total interventional consumables sales—it's a major client."

"No, it's just that Director Zhou Chun Yong's friend has a minor issue; I'm here to perform a diagnostic procedure." Zheng Ren said offhand.

"You may not see it as a big deal, but to me it's huge." Hua Ying Ying laughed, "This is Lan Ke Company's traditional sphere of influence. A few years ago, Ma Dong put in great effort, went through many twists and turns, yet the consumables never entered the Capital City Tumor Hospital."

"Oh." Zheng Ren merely uttered a faint "oh" and left it at that.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

But Hua Ying Ying seemed unaware, wearing a professional smile as she asked, "Will the consumables go through clinical trial this time?"

"Mm, clinical trial." Zheng Ren said, "Manager Hua, do you have other ideas?"

"Boss Zheng, by staking claims you've opened a gap. From now on, we definitely can't let Manager Feng run around, lest we delay proper work."

Though he spoke only halfway, it wasn't unpleasant.

Zheng Ren chuckled; if they were on the same front, reevaluating Hua Ying Ying would reveal she's actually quite interesting.

Being perceptive in all seven apertures just means overthinking.

But every type of person has their use; Hua Ying Ying is indeed skilled at this. Frankly, she's tougher than Feng Xu Hui, a workplace newcomer.

"Do you have Director Zhou's number?"

"Yes, I've defected over here, so I finally won't have to face Director Zhou's grim look." Hua Ying Ying laughed, "Just thinking about Director Zhou lately makes my heart tremble."

Saying this, Hua Ying Ying covered her chest and made a frightened expression, but any cuteness or coquettishness meant nothing before Boss Zheng.

"Alright, this side is yours. We'll leave first; contact us if anything comes up." Zheng Ren waved briefly and strode off, adding, "By the way, I'll call Ma Quan tonight; after that I'm not sure what the procedure will be."

"Thank you for the trouble." Hua Ying Ying struck a pose like a flight attendant, hands in front, slight bow, seeing Zheng Ren off.

Zheng Ren went to check the postoperative patient; seeing stable condition, he knew that once the pulmonary vein opened, the illness would improve quickly.

He had nothing to worry about, so he greeted Zhou Chun Yong and they went downstairs together.

After getting in the car, Zhou Chun Yong was in high spirits; today's events reiterated a principle he already knew—Boss Zheng would definitely not be wrong!

But he didn't flatter Boss Zheng again over this.

Everything calls for moderation; even flattery needs fresh angles. Constantly saying "You're just too awesome" will eventually grow tiresome.

"Boss Zheng, who's having dinner tonight?" Zhou Chun Yong started making small talk.

"Uh, mainly a fortune‑teller from the southern skies…"

"They're called earth masters!" Su Yun corrected.

"Oh, earth master, Master Yan." Zheng Ren said.

Zhou Chun Yong had no dealings with that circle, but he knew exactly what an earth master was.

In the southern skies, a thousand‑year tradition has gathered many earth masters.

But from memory and hearsay, Zhou Chun Yong's impression of an earth master was that of an lofty, unreachable figure.

He sighed, wondering if he could ever catch up to the level Boss Zheng had reached so quickly.

"Which hotel did Zou Yu book?" Zheng Ren asked.

"A Cantonese restaurant." Su Yun said: "Boss, Zou Yu said they want to cooperate on a project; see if you're interested."

"Are you interested?" Zheng Ren, who doesn't care about administrative work at all, asked casually.

"She won't say anything mysterious; it's just annoying like this." What Su Yun says and what she thinks are definitely two different things.

Zheng Ren isn't interested in mysterious matters either, chatting intermittently with Zhou Chun Yong and Su Yun, and soon arrived at the hotel.

Upon entering the private room, Yan Master was seated in the guest spot. Seeing Zheng Ren enter, he immediately stood up with a smile and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, long time no see."