After a sigh of emotion, Ye Yun tiptoed towards the bathroom.
He washed up meticulously, careful not to wake his sleeping wife and daughter.
Lying in bed, Ye Yun stared at the ceiling.
First, he refined the plan targeting Xu and Zhao. Then, a new problem arose.
It was time to push forward the matter of Gan Cao Pharmaceutical Company.
He calculated the time; that guy should be close to being fired by the company...
However, the current Ye Yun didn't want to meet that guy just yet.
That guy was good at everything, except for being stubborn.
If he were to get fired now and Ye Yun went to find him, given that guy's temper, he'd likely be rebuffed.
It would be better to wait for him to suffer a few more setbacks.
As for whether he would report to another company beforehand...
Ye Yun wasn't worried. With that guy's temper, almost no one could handle him.
In his past life, he also suffered many setbacks before eventually coming to help Ye Yun at Yao Ke Group.
...
The next day, in a high-rise building in Jianye District, Jinling.
A globally renowned pharmaceutical company.
In the CEO's office.
A man in professional attire, with raised eyebrows, exuding an air of arrogance, appeared to be around thirty years old, similar to Ye Yun.
However, this man was currently having a furious outburst at the CEO.
"Mr. Smith, I suggest we lower the price of Pfizer. Although it can treat Alzheimer's disease, the price of millions is simply too high for ordinary people to afford. We research medicines to contribute to humanity, not to become tools for capitalists to amass wealth!"
"And Pfizer's medicine costs less than a tenth in the Eagle Nation compared to here. You are intentionally inflating prices!"
The man puffed his beard and glared, appearing incredibly angry.
However, the American sitting opposite him shook his head derisively and chuckled.
"Dear Zhang, your sense of justice is admirable. But I think you need to understand one thing. You were transferred from the R&D department to the sales manager position, which is why you know Pfizer's cost price. Others don't."
"Moreover, the company invested a large amount of R&D costs to conquer Alzheimer's. Our principle is to make money, not your far-fetched sense of justice. Whether they can afford it is their business. For us, cold cash is more satisfying."
At this point, the American looked at Zhang Han as if watching a show. "Oh, Zhang, regarding the price, I don't want to hear any rumors in the entire company. If I do, then I'm sorry, you might have to pack your bags from Pfizer."
"By the way, you know Pfizer's reputation in the industry. If you leave, I wouldn't mind making it impossible for you to work in the entire industry. Believe me, the company has the strength."
He paused, and Smith continued, "Zhang Han, you've been with the company for two years. If not for your temper, you wouldn't have been transferred from R&D. The higher-ups think highly of you. As long as you serve the company well, joining the Eagle Nation in the future will be easy."
The stick-and-carrot approach was Smith's strategy for Zhang Han.
This was because he knew that this kid was a true talent.
Zhang Han was formerly the head of R&D at Pfizer.
He contributed significantly to Pfizer's breakthrough in treating Alzheimer's disease. However, due to his temper, his colleagues in the R&D department couldn't stand him and jointly impeached him.
Fortunately, the guy was genuinely skilled. He was later transferred to the sales department by higher-ups. The original intention was to temper his sharp edges, as sales wasn't an easy job.
He would then be able to return to researching medicine after experiencing some setbacks.
Who knew that after going to the sales department, this guy not only didn't have his sharp edges smoothed out but also performed better and better.
In just half a year, Pfizer's market share in the Asia-Pacific region increased by ten percent!
This result almost scared Smith.
However, it also intensified Smith's desire.
It would be best to get someone like this under his control.
Even if he couldn't, he would do everything in his power to ban him from the entire industry.
Therefore, he used the stick-and-carrot approach, aiming to scare Zhang Han.
"Is there really no room for negotiation on the price?" Zhang Han gritted his teeth and insisted.
"No, this price concerns the welfare of every employee of Pfizer. It's not something one person can decide. Pfizer's drug was initially intended to save humanity, and other similar drugs are appearing.
"Therefore, the price will not decrease in the next few years, unless we can recoup our R&D costs!" Smith said, his tone firm.
"Bang!" Zhang Han slammed the table and roared.
"Smith, are you treating me like an idiot? Do you think I don't know the R&D cost of this medicine? Let me tell you, every penny spent on this medicine required my signature back then!"
"The R&D cost, when averaged out, didn't exceed fifty yuan. You've increased it a thousandfold, and a single course of treatment costs over a million! What? Is your Pfizer company only saving the rich and not the poor? So, other companies can't develop it, and you intend to monopolize it forever?"
Zhang Han was not stupid. Smith's actions were essentially treating patients like leeks!
Having grown up in poverty, he harbored the deepest hatred for these cold-blooded capitalists!
No one would ever know that his own parents had passed away early due to their inability to afford the exorbitant medical fees.
Therefore, from a young age, Zhang Han vowed to become a physician who healed and saved lives!
It was for this reason that he, a poor village child, managed to walk out of the mountains step by step through his own knowledge, and even earned a chance to study in the Eagle Nation for free.
From a child of the mountains, he had risen to the position of an executive in a multinational pharmaceutical company.
The hardships involved were unimaginable.
Yet, he never gave up, and now he had truly realized his childhood dream of becoming a research and development head for medicine.
But...
This was what he was facing now!
Medicine could make money.
But it should be sold at a reasonable profit!
After all, the manufacturers spent a fortune on R&D it wasn't as if pharmaceutical companies were charities that didn't aim to profit.
But relying on scarcity and harboring monopolistic intentions.
Zhang Han could only curse inwardly.
Damn scoundrels!
A million per course of treatment, why not just rob someone?
No, this was even more profitable than robbing!
And a green card to the Eagle Nation?
Damn it, you treasure it like it's the only one, but I don't care!
Zhang Han, who had always been polite, would not have resorted to foul language unless he was extremely enraged!
"Zhang, watch your attitude! In the company, I am your direct superior. Please do not provoke my dignity. I will let this slide this time, but I will not be lenient next time," Smith said with a cold smile.
"Hmph, there won't be a next time," Zhang Han suppressed his anger and stood up, throwing the documents onto the desk. "I quit!"
"Please sign your resignation letter!" Smith, as if he had anticipated this, immediately pulled out a stack of documents from his drawer.
Zhang Han, in his extreme anger, didn't think much of it. He quickly signed, then glared at Smith.
"Farewell!"
With those two words, he turned and left.
In place, Smith looked at Zhang Han's signature on the table, a smile of a successful plot flashing across his face...