Chapter 347 Don’t be surprised if you give gifts to many people

The gift, of course, was two books of salvation: a new version of the New Testament.

It’s just that Wang Deming didn’t expect there would be so many people, so he was not well prepared.

But the impact is not big, after all, they all believe in Jesus Christ
Sure enough, after the gifts were given, the atmosphere suddenly changed, becoming warm and gentle, like a spring breeze.

After very good negotiations, the two parties reached the following agreement: licensing fee of US$100 million/year, and a patent fee of 10% of the sales of each drug added with coenzyme Q2.

And just like Mayo Clinic and Massachusetts General Hospital, it also helped Oriental International Pharmaceutical Company to guarantee low-interest bank loans.

1500 million per family, total amount 3000 million US dollars.

The Mayo Clinic and Massachusetts General Hospital also realized their mistake. Not only did they pay the full purchase price of 61 kilograms in 100, they also provided a low-interest loan guarantee of US$2000 million, with a total of US$4000 million.

Of course, even though both parties have signed in black and white, the other party still needs to return to the United States to hold a formal board meeting before it can take effect.

But it's not a big problem because one of the two people's names is Merck and the other is Pfizer, and Mayo Clinic and Massachusetts General Hospital had this plan before they came.

During the whole process, Stephen Zhou was sleepwalking, numb, and his mouth was never closed. He waited until the representatives sent Wang Deming and him downstairs and into the car.

He suddenly woke up from his dream, stared at the contract in his hand, and asked stupidly, "Boss, how did you do it?"

"Well, courtesy is always welcome!" Wang Deming lowered the car window to let in a little breeze, biting the cigar in his mouth and said vaguely, "Don't always say that China is a society based on favors. The rest of the world is a society based on favors. The West is the same."

"Otherwise, how come the son of a congressman is still a congressman, and the son of a rich man is still a rich man, right?"

"In addition, the most important thing," he said seriously, "is to know how to cater to the person's preferences! Only then can you achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

"Catering to his needs?" Stephen Zhou chewed on these words slowly, as if he had understood something, and suddenly said, "Boss, I won't cross the sea, so you can put me in Nathan Road Li Ge!"

The driver, Ali, turned his head slightly to glance at him, then slowly slowed down and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Just as he was about to get off the car, Wang Deming pressed his shoulder from the back seat and said, "Let Ali take you. Today is New Year's Eve, so it may be difficult to get a taxi. I'll get off the car and take a walk. I've been here many years ago, but I haven't had a good look around since I settled in Hong Kong."

After saying that, he opened the car door and got out, waved to Ali through the window. The Mercedes-Benz started slowly and disappeared in the traffic in a short while.

Wang Deming tugged at his tie, unbuttoned his collar, took a deep breath, and then strolled slowly along Nathan Road.

In Hong Kong at this time, the gap between the rich and the poor is obvious at a glance.

This area in Tsim Sha Tsui East of the Kowloon Peninsula is full of high-rise buildings, such as Nathan Road and Salisbury Road. However, Hankou Road and Mody Road, which are just across the road, are low-rise buildings with crude construction. There are various shops on the first floor, and various clotheslines on the upper floors for drying clothes.

It is similar to the Shanghai market in the 8s and 90s. When outsiders come to Shanghai, if the sun is shining, they will find various clotheslines extending from the buildings in many residential areas. They are made of bamboo and steel pipes, with clothes and beddings hanging on them. It is a very beautiful sight.

Of course, after the new century, the gap between the rich and the poor in Hong Kong is still obvious. Nearly 20 people live in such poor conditions that it was reported in the United Nations news, so many people know a term: dormitories.

According to Wang Deming's understanding, it means to build an extra room under the eaves, about 4 or 5 square meters.
There are also many pigeon houses in Hong Kong movies. Of course, those are already low-rent housing and are considered good. Wang Deming didn’t understand it at the time. The wages in Hong Kong are so high, and there are so many houses on the mainland across the river, all of which are mansions of thousands of feet with only a few hundred square meters. Why didn’t they move here?
It can only be said that everyone has his own ambitions.

Or maybe we developed a sense of superiority after being colonized by the British, of course that was also because our mainland was poor at that time.

Of course, now both sides are damn poor.
I wandered aimlessly for a while and arrived outside a military camp. I looked at the British soldiers inside and the Indian soldiers wearing turbans, wandering lazily in the camp.

There was a look of sarcasm on their faces, as if they were sneering at the festive atmosphere of Hong Kong at that moment; or as if the landlords were casually throwing a piece of meat to the farmhands who were doing the hard work for them, with an expression of alms on their faces.

MD, really go in and kill it!
Wang Deming moved his fingers, but finally gave up. He turned his head and looked towards the north. What would happen if a peaceful and prosperous era was created only by the leadership of a hero, or the sacrifice of many heroes, but without the awakening of the masses?

If he remembered correctly, when he came to Hong Kong for tourism in his previous life, the military camp opposite had been converted into a park, Kowloon Park.

That's good too. There's no bloodshed in taking back Hong Kong. Let's look at Taiwan.
I turned my head and looked at the road sign next to me: Granville Road. I couldn't help but curse in my heart, what the hell are the names of the roads in Hong Kong?

There is a restaurant and theater right at the intersection. The main body is a semi-circular five-story building, which looks of a decent size. There is also a seven-story single building on the side. There are two big traditional Chinese characters hanging on the roof: Le Gong, and below is the English: PRINCESS.

There was a colorful poster of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" hanging at the door, starring Audrey Hepburn.

Hey, all the Hong Kong magazines are about Hong Kong movies, and basically don’t cover too many Spanish-language films. But looking at the scale of the theater in front of me, it’s not small. It should be regarded as a large theater in Hong Kong at this time, right?

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was just past 10 o'clock in the morning. This should be the first movie, right?

As he stepped onto the stairs, he suddenly discovered something very embarrassing. Damn, he was used to pretending to be cool, but he only had a checkbook on him, not any damn cash.

Do you have to take out your checkbook or pledge your diamond shirt button to buy a movie ticket? This is not the way to pretend to be cool, right?
He could only pull his hands out of his arms awkwardly, and then call a taxi to go home.

"Mr. Wang?"

Wang Deming turned around and asked uncertainly, "Are you Miss Lin Dai?"

Lin Dai raised her pretty eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Haha, it's me, how come you can't recognize me without makeup, right?"

"Uh, that's not what I meant." Wang Deming glanced behind her, "I meant why are you alone today? Where is the gentleman who was with you last time?"

"You are the same, aren't you?" Lin Dai waved her hand nonchalantly. "He sticks to me like a piece of taffy every day. I am fed up with him."

"Oh, haha, that's right. Men and women should still give each other a certain amount of space." Although Wang Deming noticed that her eyes were still red, he didn't point it out.

"Are you here to watch a Spanish-language film? Or to attend a brotherly gathering with Third Brother Hanxiang and his gang?" Lin Dai asked, looking at the posters next to the theater.

"Oh, Director Li is here?"

"Yes, ever since the third brother Hanxiang became rich, the seven brothers have gathered at Legong Tower every New Year's Eve. There will be many friends, and it will be very lively." Lin Dai tilted her head and said in a coquettish voice, "Do you want to join us?"

(End of this chapter)