Chapter 567: line with translation of chapter title

Ma Quan sat in the rear seat, watching the plains flashing by on both sides of the highway, his eyes narrowed to a slit.

He called Feng Xu Hui two more times, asking in detail about the situation Director Kong had mentioned regarding arriving at Haicheng before eight.

But after analysis, he came up empty.

This matter exudes a strange aura.

Under normal circumstances, the department head and the big boss of the medical supplies company hardly ever meet except at large conferences.

The department head only needs to stay in touch with sales reps and business managers.

Why on earth does he need to come in person?

At first, Ma Quan thought Feng Xu Hui lacked the ability to get things done, so he was angry; but after thinking, he felt doubtful.

But this doubt left Ma Quan utterly puzzled.

The only certainty is that Director Kong, as head of the Intervention Department at a top-tier national tertiary hospital, wouldn't be messing around for no reason; his personal visit likely means a major decision needs to be made.

This is the only reason Ma Quan can think of.

On the Boshi International side, they still need to carve out a share; among a pack of wolves, getting a slice is no easy feat.

The domestic market is also tough going; relying solely on nationalist appeals, more and more people are not buying it.

After all, whether it's a phone or a TV, if it breaks you can replace it, at most spending a few thousand.

But medical devices are entirely different.

Even if patients want to use domestic medical devices because they're cheaper,

the lead doctor will still be very cautious, weighing it repeatedly.

After all, compared to imported supplies, domestic ones are genuinely not very usable.

The shortfall in materials science is something this small company, Longwind Micro-creation, cannot overcome.

Technology can be copied, then surpassed.

And materials science… heh.

Ma Quan felt a bit chilly, pulled his clothes tighter, and gazed at the almost unchanging scenery outside.

He stopped guessing Director Kong's intentions and instead turned his thoughts to whether a breakthrough in materials science could be found at Boshi International.

It's difficult, but no matter how hard, it must be overcome.

After a few hours, Ma Quan arrived at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan.

He still remembered the last time he came in person, when he had hired two drinking companions; in the end, those companions were plied with drink by two doctors from the City First Hospital, leaving him embarrassed and helpless.

"Director Ma, you've come." Feng Xu Hui had been waiting early in front of the Jizhen Da Lou of City First Hospital, his face red from the cold, looking somewhat disheveled.

Hmm, his attitude is still proper.

Ma Quan got out of the car, glanced at Feng Xu Hui, and walked straight into the Jizhen Da Lou.

Feng Xu Hui followed behind, wanting to say something, but his mind was a blank; he simply didn't know what to say.

"Manager Feng, why did you refuse to set up the overseas sales department?" Ma Quan asked in a low voice.

Feng Xu Hui hesitated, then spoke frankly: "Chairman Ma, I'm just a newcomer; only by chance running into Chief Zheng do I manage to make a tiny contribution to the company."

Ma Quan continued forward, with a shrewd, capable man in his thirties following behind him.

"My experience and ability can't support building an overseas department," Feng Xu Hui continued. "Better to stay here and seek opportunities with Chief Zheng than to fail and cause the company loss."

"Hmm." Ma Quan was somewhat satisfied with Feng Xu Hui's words.

"But..." Feng Xu Hui hesitated.

"But what?" Ma Quan asked.

"Chief Zheng might go to Di Du 912 Hospital to serve as a team-leading professor." Feng Xu Hui was troubled; he had reported this over the phone to Chairman Ma before, but Chairman Ma said nothing.

Wanting to follow Chief Zheng to the capital looks like it's no ordinary difficulty.

"Is the news certain?"

"Certain. Director Kong came to Haicheng this time specifically to persuade Chief Zheng."

The middle-aged man behind Ma Quan wanted to say something, but he moved his mouth and said nothing.

What Feng Xu Hui said sounded like Arabian Nights.

Those who have long been in sales understand the medical system even better than ordinary doctors.

Who would refuse a chance to work at Haicheng to Di Du 912 Hospital, a top-tier national tertiary hospital, especially when the head of the Intervention Department personally comes to invite?

Even if one could perform prostate embolization surgery, such a thing wouldn't happen.

Still, it's wiser to be a bit more careful in front of Chairman Ma.

Lately Chairman Ma's temper hasn't been good, and he knows that.

"Professor Rudolf Wagner, are you in?" Ma Quan didn't want to discuss Zheng Ren's matter anymore; this little doctor was rather odd, and Ma Quan couldn't figure him out.

"Yes." Feng Xu Hui immediately said: "After the prostate embolization procedure, the patient's train the day after tomorrow is heading back to Germany. The surgery went exceptionally well; the professor estimates he'll likely leave soon. Recently he's been staying in the ward every day, recording various data."

"Hmm, later you talk with Professor Rudolf Wagner. This is Sun Changlin, who handles the overseas market." Ma Quan didn't turn back, speaking lightly.

Feng Xu Hui greeted Sun Changlin, then silently followed Ma Quan upstairs.

Although it was still half an hour until eight, arriving a bit earlier showed more sincerity.

"Chief Zheng is in surgery; he should be out in about ten more minutes," Feng Xu Hui said on the side.

As they were speaking, they arrived at the office door.

Chairman Ma politely knocked on the door; Director Kong, sitting opposite the door, lifted his head.

"Are you the boss of Longwind Micro-creation?" Director Kong said lightly.

"I'm Ma Quan." Ma Quan bowed slightly and said politely.

"Come in and have a seat." Director Kong was very casual.

Even if the other party is a multi-millionaire or billionaire, Director Kong still has such confidence.

What's more, the other party has a request of me.

So Director Kong seems a bit..., but actually it's only natural.

"Director Kong, thanks to your help with matters in the capital." Ma Quan sat down, laughing with Director Kong.

But Director Kong got straight to the point, saying: "Let's not talk about that; I have an opportunity for you—see if you have the guts."

Huh? Already getting to the meat of the matter this quickly?

"Go on, go on." Ma Quan guessed in his mind, but kept his tone polite.

"Zheng Lao Ban wants to go to the capital to set up a treatment center for TIPS surgery at the 912 Hospital." Director Kong said: "Chang Feng, are you interested?"

"What interest?" Ma Quan hadn't expected Director Kong to say that, and let it slip.

"Huh?" Director Kong, slightly displeased, said: "We only approached you lot; plain people don't speak in riddles. Originally, I intended to approach several companies, let them bid, and set conditions. Whoever offers the best price and policy would get their supplies used."

Ma Quan felt a chill.

"But considering your little manager has a good relationship with Zheng Lao Ban, I reckon he won't think much of it. So I'll call you in first, avoid competition—if your terms are comparable, all TIPS surgery supplies will be sourced from Chang Feng."

"..." Ma Quan smelled a pancake aroma, as if it had fallen from the sky.