Seeing that they were finally getting to the point, Zhang Shu said drunkenly, "That's easy. I'll ask Miss Zhao to reserve a spot for you, brother, and deliver the medicine on time every month without any delay."
Huang Haitao was a little surprised.
This guy actually gave the exclusive sales rights to the Zhao family. It seems that the Zhao family has already discussed it with them privately.
No wonder Cai Siming rejected all the people they sent to contact.
But it doesn’t matter, the Zhao family doesn’t share the profits anyway.
He put his arm around Zhang Shu's shoulder and said in a friendly manner, "It's a deal then. I want 200 pills a month."
Hearing this, Zhang Shu was stunned for a moment, and then he confirmed with Huang Haitao in a low voice. Huang Haitao nodded affirmatively, "Brother, you have a big family, and I still think this is not enough."
Hearing Huang Haitao's tone, Zhang Shu glanced at the people present and roughly counted that there were about fifteen or sixteen people.
Each person represents a family or group.
Huang Haitao wants 200, and the others are probably about the same, a fixed amount of 2,000 to 3,000 per month, which means an income of 200,000 to 300,000 US dollars.
This is just the income from Hong Kong alone. If the drug is promoted to Korea, Japan and even developed Western countries in the future, the amount will increase by dozens or even hundreds of times.
Zhang Shu had no practical concept of money over one million. He only knew that it was an astronomical figure and he would never be able to earn that much money in his ten or a hundred lifetimes.
But I thought of the leader’s instructions.
He immediately came to his senses, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Brother Huang, if it's just for you, then there's no problem. But if it's for your family, with so many people here, the monthly demand would be several thousand."
"Brother, you know the situation. I got the medicine from the village. If I lose so much medicine, my hometown will definitely find out."
"I still haven't figured out what to say when I get back."
"Besides, these 1,000 pills were accumulated by the village for a long time. It is uncertain how many we can bring next time."
"I really can't give you or anyone here a definite answer on this."
Seeing that the pills were about to go bad, everyone immediately became anxious.
"Brother Zhang, please think of a solution. We have a large family. We can't just enjoy such good medicine by ourselves. It would cause chaos at home."
"Yes, we can give you money, even more. You can talk to the people back home and produce more."
"There's no reason for us to leave the money unearned. Go back and tell everyone about it. This is an opportunity to earn US dollars."
"Your Ministry of Commerce is always trying to earn foreign exchange."
Seeing everyone's anxious looks, Zhang Shu frowned, feeling very embarrassed, but he was very happy in his heart.
The chief's hunger marketing method is really effective. Look at these people, they don't think a pill that costs one hundred dollars is too expensive and they even want to raise the price.
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Shu looked at everyone and said, "My fellow family heads, money is not the main problem. The production of pills is very complicated. It is not something that can be made just by wanting to."
"But don't worry, I will try my best to find a way to make sure everyone can have the Beauty Pill."
Zhang Shu's words, which seemed to be hard work but actually had no guarantee at all, made everyone realize how precious the existing one thousand pills were, and they all became a little anxious.
What if Zhang Shu only brings a little medicine next time or he doesn’t come for a long time, then they will be out of medicine.
Cai Siming had previously sold fifty pills to Zhao Mingzhu, and most of them were used for drug testing or various research.
After Mr. Zhao was discharged from the hospital, the remaining dozen or so were taken away by the family heads or helmsmen present.
The reason why these people are here in person today to participate in the discussion is because they have taken the medicine and seen the actual effects.
Now the three days are almost up. If they want to maintain the effect, they must take it again, otherwise they will soon go back to their old ways.
It's so hard to become younger, who would want to go back to old age?
A middle-aged man with a bandit-like appearance looked over and said in a domineering tone, "Brother Zhang, I want 200 pills, 200 US dollars each, and I will continue to buy at this price in the future."
"There are only 1,000 pills in total. You want 200 each. So we can only share 750 pills among so many people?"
"There are only so many medicines. Who wouldn't want to stock up more? We don't know when Brother Zhang will come next time."
"The highest bidder wins, right? I'll offer $300."
"I have $400."
"As long as there is a long-term supply, I'll pay $500 per piece."
…
"1,000 dollars."
Everyone started arguing, and each one bid higher than the last. No one wanted to give in. After all, no one was short of money.
Zhang Shu was stunned.
Damn, these local tycoons in Hong Kong are really rich. The price of a pill is as high as one thousand US dollars.
This is one thousand US dollars!
It is equivalent to two thousand RMB, which can buy more than a dozen big fat pigs.
And this is just one pill.
Once you start taking the medication, each person will consume ten pills per month.
In other words, they have to spend 10,000 US dollars just on medicine, which is equivalent to one person eating more than 100 fat pigs.
Wang Lin and Cai Siming beside them also opened their mouths wide. They had never seen such a scene in their lives.
Oh my god!
At this moment, the three of them had only one feeling, which was what was said on the Internet in later generations: poverty limited their imagination.
The life of rich people is something that ordinary people can't even imagine.
If Yang Zhongmin were here, his mouth would probably be grinning from ear to ear, because this is all fucking money!
Even Jiang Yan had to sigh.
So generous!
She worked hard for half a year, and with Lu Yunsheng's savings over the years, the family only had nearly 10,000 yuan in savings, while these local tycoons spent 20,000 yuan a month.
Comparing yourself to others will make you feel nauseous.
If Jiang Yan saw this scene, she would definitely sigh that she still has a long way to go on the road to becoming a rich woman.
Of course, one thousand dollars per pill is an unimaginably high price, but the wealthy people present were also a little angry.
They are all involved in the black and white worlds, so friction is inevitable in private.
It’s just that many times, due to social considerations, we don’t bring it to the table, but we still feel somewhat uncomfortable inside.
Today's contest directly brought out everyone's pent-up anger and frustration.
"My dear uncles and elders, please calm down. Let's first listen to what brother Zhang Shu has to say about this matter. Let's see how much this medicine can be produced, and then we can study the distribution issue."
"how?"
Seeing that everyone was really arguing, Zhao Mingcheng hurried out to mediate.
Originally they had planned to raise the price appropriately to give Zhang Shu and his hometown people more motivation.
The total price of these one thousand pills is only one hundred thousand US dollars, which is about two hundred thousand yuan when converted into RMB.
A lot, in general.
But Zhang Shu had revealed before that this medicine could not be made by one person, and the mainland had a collective economy.
Most of the money will be shared with the villagers when we take it back.
There are at least three or four hundred people in a village. If the two hundred thousand is divided, each person will only get enough money for a few meals.
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