Chapter 568: with translation of chapter title
A treatment center for TIPS Surgery!
Ma Quan knows the information about various Interventional surgeries like the back of his hand; otherwise, he couldn't have led Longwind Micro-creation from a small company to grow into a national enterprise.
Even now, Longwind Micro-creation has grown up, and even harbors resentment toward materials science.
Even a slightly smaller company, if it can just imitate and have enough to eat, would be satisfied; who would dare to covet materials science, such a lofty Discipline?
TIPS Surgery, hailed as the pearl on the crown of Interventional surgery!
Among the 200 million hepatitis B patients nationwide, at least 2 million need TIPS Surgery.
Ma Quan immediately realized the value of what Director Kong said.
Moreover, Director Kong was very frank, not calling several companies together to bid against each other.
At the very least, Ma Quan knows that Director Kong uses Ku Ke's products at home. Even if his own products entered 912 Hospital, Director Kong would still not use them.
This time, only he himself was called, and he didn't see Ku Ke's people; Ma Quan was a bit puzzled, but immediately realized this was Director Kong giving Zheng Ren face.
Although he didn't understand why he would do this, Ma Quan knew this Opportunity absolutely could not be missed.
"Director Kong, thank you for your support of Longwind Micro-creation." Ma Quan stood up and bowed deeply.
"It's nothing." Director Kong waved his hand and smiled: "It's because your Manager Feng Xu Hui did well in business, and because Zheng Lao Ban supported you; it has nothing to do with me."
Ma Quan fell silent for a moment, then asked: "Director Kong, could you give me a hint, what kind of support do you need?"
"Huh?" Director Kong let out a cold snort, sitting upright like a mountain.
Ma Quan knew that his little cleverness could not be hidden from Director Kong, that old fox.
But we must absolutely not provoke him into anger.
They aren't without choice; leaving aside Ku Ke, with whom they've cooperated for many years, and insisting on using Longwind Micro-creation is indeed giving Zheng Ren face.
But upon further thought, Ma Quan was dumbfounded.
He had never encountered such a situation; in earlier years, when interventional consumables had just entered the mainland, it was always international big manufacturers doing it.
Back then the country was poor; giving them a few scattered silver coins felt like a huge sum. However, now the situation is completely different.
Look, Bai Sheng is going bankrupt and liquidating, and we even dare to think about getting a share of the pie?
The change is obvious.
Then past related experience cannot be applied to the current situation at all.
Ma Quan's thoughts flashed like lightning, one plan after another came up, only to be immediately rejected.
After staring for a dozen seconds, Ma Quan saw Director Kong's face growing darker, steeled himself, and said: "Director Kong, you also know that Longwind Micro-creation lacks experience in this area."
Ma Quan paused, then observed Director Kong's expression.
"Regarding Zheng Lao Ban's matter, we will definitely support it. Specifically, please help us and give us a plan."
"Then can we negotiate the price?" Director Kong said coldly.
"Um..."
"Not even allowing negotiation?" Ma Quan hesitated, and saw Director Kong pull out his phone and start flipping through the contacts.
His eyes caught a contact labeled Ku Ke on Director Kong's phone; Ma Quan felt a chill down his back, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
"Director Kong, like this." Ma Quan almost shouted as Director Kong's finger hovered over the button: "Give me a plan; if we can handle it on our end, we will certainly give it our all. If our company can't take it, you can find other companies, and we will have no complaints."
This was practically a plea.
Director Kong said in a deep voice: "For consumables, the factory price plus 5% is your company's profit. The selling price follows the state-set price; the middle profit, you don't need to worry about." (Note 1)
"..." Ma Quan never dreamed that Director Kong would actually propose such a plan.
Only private hospitals would go to such lengths to drive down the factory price.
But private hospitals rarely perform major surgeries such as TIPS Surgery; they basically won't touch it.
Because private hospitals are usually small Specialties, such as hemorrhoids, or maternity and children's hospitals, eye hospitals, etc.
For Interventional surgeries like liver cancer and cirrhosis, large tertiary A hospitals' foundational support is needed; private hospitals can't afford to keep so many staff.
What is Director Kong thinking?
Ma Quan froze for a moment, seeing Director Kong without hesitation find the phone, press it, and prepare to call Ku Ke's people.
He immediately shouted: "Director Kong, okay!"
At that moment, Director Kong's face showed a smile.
"Director Kong, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren's voice came from the doorway.
"Zheng Lao Ban, this isn't to make you money, right?" Director Kong joked.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren didn't understand.
"I've thought about it; using research funds, I'm afraid it would lead you astray. But you say that as a Nobel Prize Nominee, earning several hundred thousand a year at 912 Hospital, if you don't think it's too little, I'd feel ashamed." Director Kong said.
"And then?" Since Zheng Ren spent over a thousand on a meal with Xie Yiren, he's started caring about making money. Previously Zheng Ren also needed money, but he still put learning technology first.
Now interventional standards are already world-leading, and he also feels tremendous economic pressure, so naturally he cannot ignore making money.
"Without middlemen, Longwind Micro-creation will provide the consumables for TIPS Surgery at factory price plus 5%. In the research institute, normal sales. One set... estimated profit of 20,000 to 30,000, you and the hospital each get half." Director Kong said.
"Um..."
Zheng Ren was speechless.
According to the patient volume in Di Du, and according to his surgical skill, an annual income of ten to twenty million yuan is easily achieved.
"The money is still a bit low, but let's make do with this for now." Director Kong said.
Ma Quan burst into tears, "Making do? Is there really such a thing as making do?"
Longwind Micro-creation's annual net profit is only around a hundred million; how come at Director Kong's place, tens of millions become "making do"?
"Not bad." Zheng Ren smiled, "Manager Feng Xu Hui, just keep in touch with me when the time comes."
That sentence from Zheng Ren set Feng Xu Hui's mind at ease.
"Chief Zheng is such a meticulous person; he never forgets himself no matter the time. It seems that his wholehearted effort to cling to a powerful patron's career can still continue."
Feng Xu Hui thought to himself.
"Boss Ma, then it's settled." Director Kong said with a smile, "Go back; we'll discuss the details in Di Du."
"Director Kong, Boss Zheng, the product that Professor Rudolf Wagner mentioned a few days ago entering Heidelberg University Medical Center..."
Ma Quan didn't forget this matter.
"Oh, go find Fugui'er." Zheng Ren turned his head, gesturing for Yang Lei to go call the professor.
Soon, the professor arrived at the office, his golden long hair not at all flowing. After staying in the ward for many days, his hair was almost as matted as felt.
"Boss, ha-ha?" Professor Rudolf Wagner came in, saying.
"This is the supplier of consumables for the prostate interventional embolization procedure; you aren't looking to stock up on supplies?" Zheng Ren said.
"Oh." The professor wasn't particularly interested, casually saying: "Just find someone to go back with me and quickly handle the paperwork. Our side is fine; I'm just worried they'll mess up the export paperwork, causing a mess."
Zheng Ren didn't mind; let Ma Quan and the professor handle the rest, and he... really wanted to go back and get some sleep.
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Note 1: The profit model of a private hospital nearby, cutting out the middleman. In Di Du's research institutions, not counting as the main hospital, it should be possible to skirt the rules, right?
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