Anshipe thought, "I didn't come to see you when I was sick, so why would you come to see me now that I'm well?" "You just want penicillin, don't you?" he thought, feeling somewhat smug.
A high-ranking official from the Guo Mansion. In the past, he had always given small yellow croakers as gifts to them, but now he was actually coming to his house to practice Tai Chi with him.
Anshipei muttered to himself, but still looked cheerful.
Maybe Anshipe was too slippery and kept playing Tai Chi, so the man couldn't wait and directly pointed out his intention.
An Shipei smiled and said, "Jingkang, I'm sure you know that I was bedridden some time ago, and my son took care of everything at home and outside. I really can't help with the medicine."
Guo Fengqian, also known by his courtesy name Jingkang, was the Minister of Economic Affairs. He was naturally smooth and adept at dealing with people. It didn't take long for Anshipei to start calling him by his courtesy name.
"Hahaha, you're so good, Zuoqian. You practiced Tai Chi with me for a long time. Don't worry, I won't ask for more. Don't you have 10,000 boxes? I only want 8,000. You know that when the war starts, the soldiers on the front line will need this life-saving medicine."
An Shipei looked embarrassed. "Jingkang, I really didn't refuse you. I got this Neo agent status myself in the United States when my son was studying abroad. It was also because of a strange combination of circumstances that I was favored by Neo's president that I got to where I am today."
This amount of penicillin is limited, and it's impossible to give most of it to the Guo family directly on the first sale. I'm afraid Neo wouldn't be satisfied. This first batch is also intended to open up the market."
"Zuoqian, how about this, give me 70%?"
Guo Fengqian, worthy of being the Minister of Economic Affairs, was very eloquent. He first complained, then used his connections to talk about how he had cooperated with An's Company in the past and had done them a lot of favors.
Anshipei's face remained expressionless, but he was already cursing in his heart.
Did it make things much easier? If I hadn't given them a lot of small yellow croakers, they wouldn't even be able to get through the door. Even so, they would have to pay tribute every few days to run their business smoothly.
The two old foxes were competing with each other in acting skills. They smiled on the surface but were secretly scolding each other for being difficult to deal with.
Finally, Anshipei agreed to give 40% of the shares, and Guo Fengqian left with satisfaction.
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