"Not for sale? Then... what's it for?" Zhou Qiyuan was completely dumbfounded.
“Give them away!” Zhang Cheng’s eyes gleamed as he said confidently, “Tomorrow, I will place all four types of herbal gift boxes in the most prominent position at the supply and marketing cooperative. Of course, the cooperative will definitely not help us sell these high-end goods.”
Seeing Zhou Qiyuan about to speak again, Zhang Cheng quickly raised his hand to stop him and continued, "Our most important task right now is to establish the reputation of these gift boxes of herbs. Placing these four gift boxes at the supply and marketing cooperative will be like free advertising. Of course, to thank the supply and marketing cooperative, we can symbolically pay them a small advertising fee. As for Director Zhou, your task is to pack these high-end, exquisite gift boxes and send them out as many times as possible."
“By the way,” Zhang Cheng added, “Give me a list of patients in the inpatient department now, preferably one with detailed background information.”
"The patient list?" Zhou Qiyuan pondered Zhang Cheng's words as he opened the office door and went out. "Wait in the office for a while, I'll go to the inpatient department to get it for you."
Five or six minutes later, Liu Yihan walked into the office carrying the last few gift boxes, her face full of displeasure, muttering, "Zhang Cheng, you're a grown man, and you made a little woman like me carry such heavy things! Honestly! I'm telling you, you have to treat me to a meal to apologize!"
“Of course, no problem,” Zhang Cheng immediately agreed.
"How about tomorrow afternoon? I know a small restaurant where my mother-in-law's home-style dishes are really authentic, and the prices aren't expensive," Liu Yihan suggested.
“Okay, it’s settled then!” Zhang Cheng readily agreed.
"That's a deal, no take-backs allowed!" With that, Liu Yihan skipped out of the office with her hands behind her back.
Not long after Liu Yihan left, Zhou Qiyuan returned to the office with several sheets of paper and handed them to Zhang Cheng. "There are currently four patients in the inpatient department. This is their detailed information, including their home address and workplace, all of which are registered here..."
These days, while hospitals don't require tracing back three generations of a patient's family history like they did in the old society, they still have to register and file all the patient's detailed information.
Zhang Cheng took the list and carefully flipped through it. As he read, he said to Zhou Qiyuan, "Director Zhou, when you give the gift, remember to praise our medicinal herbs."
"How can I praise it?" Zhou Qiyuan was a little embarrassed. Huangjing and Tianqi are just ordinary medicinal materials. No matter how much you exaggerate, it won't change that fact.
Zhang Cheng smiled mysteriously, leaned closer to Zhou Qiyuan, and whispered, "Just tell them that our herbs are 'a gas station for men and a beauty salon for women'..."
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and every household will be visiting relatives and friends.
In China, it's impossible to visit relatives and friends empty-handed. Gifts are a must.
A brilliant idea flashed through Zhang Cheng's mind. He wondered if he should just use that brainwashing advertising slogan from his previous life.
No gifts this holiday season, except...
This advertising slogan is absolutely mesmerizing!
Once word gets out, it'll be hard for his gift box of herbs not to sell well!
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