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- Update time: 2012-10-10
After speaking, Yang Zongbao took out his wallet from his pocket: "Can I swipe my card?"
"Can."
Yang Zongbao took out a card and handed it over.
"Black gold card?" The 40-year-old woman had some knowledge and exclaimed.
"Huh?" Yang Zongbao didn't know it himself, thinking it was just an ordinary credit card. Anyway, it was given by George.
"What's wrong?" The naked woman was puzzled.
"It is a titanium alloy credit card that can be cut with scissors and cannot be burned by fire." The 40-year-old woman is familiar with it. She knows that although this kind of card is issued in large quantities, it still has an amount limit, and owning it is synonymous with assets. However, because the quarrel with Yang Zongbao was not very pleasant just now, I couldn't express any obvious intention of getting close to him.
But Yang Zongbao ignored the olive branch offered by others, and instead settled the bill on his own, took the packed barbecue, grabbed Du Juan's wrist, and pulled him away.
"I said, I said, let go. Are you trying to make me unable to be a human being?" Dujuan struggled: "I have no male friends, so you are making me unable to be a woman?"
"Drive." Yang Zongbao asked Du Juan to ride the bicycle without mercy.
"But, but" Du Juan still had something to say, but her eyes immediately shrank when she met Yang Zongbao: "Don't be mean to me." He unlocked the car obediently and rode on.
Du Juan felt aggrieved because she had invited a god, but she immediately thought that she had not paid for the meal, and her mood immediately improved a lot. At least she did not pay for the meal, and there was no financial loss.
Because the time was past 8 o'clock, Yang Zongbao asked Du Juan to pedal downstairs to George's apartment, but it seemed that George did not come back. Yang Zongbao hesitated and called George.
"Where?"
"Yang, you are so cold to others." George complained a lot on the phone and immediately said: "Yang's house."
"I would also like to trouble you to drop me off." After Yang Zongbao made the call, he took aim at Du Juan's bicycle.
"But I have no obligation?" Du Juan resolutely resisted this time and refused to obey.
"I helped you tonight." Yang Zongbao had no self-consciousness.
"But I didn't get any benefits." Du Juan opened her eyes wide.
¡°I still have your application form in my hand.¡±
"Get in the car." Du Juan asked Yang Zongbao to get in the car without saying a word.
Furong Road is not even a short distance away from the city, and the car is small. Du Juan was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely. After dragging the car to pieces on the road for 3 hours, he finally arrived at Furong Road.
Yang Zongbao then jumped out of the back seat and let Du Juan go: "Sparrow, please go back. Thank you, this is barbecue." Yang Zongbao handed the packed barbecue to Mahjong: "It's for you."
"For me?" Du Juan was a little flattered. He had been abused by Yang Zongbao all night, and now he was suddenly given a sweet date. It seemed quite unreal: "Thank you, thank you." Du Juan took it and thanked her quickly.
"It's getting late. Did you see that three-story house ahead? It's a hotel. You can stay here for one night before leaving." Yang Zongbao took out 5 red bills from his pocket and handed them to Du Juan before leaving. .
Yang Zongbao rarely has the opportunity to stroll along Furong Road at night. When I came back in a hurry this time, I didn't know that the Dou family next to me had changed hands.
"Mr. Yang? I haven't seen you for a long time." The chubby Zhang Man jumped out of nowhere when he saw Yang Zongbao dazed in front of Dou's house.
"Did you buy it?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"No, how can I have that kind of assets?" Zhang Man said enviously, "Only your family is so wealthy."
Zhang Man¡¯s words caught Yang Zongbao¡¯s attention. What does ¡°our family¡± mean? Say goodbye to Zhang Man.
As expected, as Yang Zongbao expected, George organized all the spare personnel who could organize, worked hard in the conference room on the third floor, and cheated and ate.
"Yang, you finally came to have a midnight snack." George shouted.
"Okay." Yang Zongbao was in a good mood: "Warm?"
"Okay, what do you want to eat? Pasta?" Mei Wenxin asked everyone present.
"OK."
"good."
After receiving unanimous approval from everyone, Mei Wenxin went out to prepare supper.
"Brother Yang, there is something we have to start." Li Yunpeng showed a slide at this time: "Publicity is publicity. What we need now is publicity." Li Yunpeng summarized several sets of plans on the slide.
"Yes, but if it is broadcast continuously on TV, it will be different from the outside world."What is the difference between small clinics that specialize in infertility? "Some people objected.
¡°Considering the intensity of publicity, is there any other way?¡± George also felt it was very old-fashioned.
"How about free surgery?" Yang Zongbao was silent for a while and finally spoke.
"What do you mean?" George asked: "How can we control the cost, or is it an elective surgery?"
"As expected of George, he immediately knew what I wanted to say. Yes, it is an elective surgery, preferably one that can make us famous. Think about it." Yang Zongbao glanced at George with admiration.
"Then we need to know in what field we are strongest. This is also the main brand of a hospital." George continued the discussion.
"I thought about it, what about congenital heart disease in children? We can screen sick children on a large scale, provide free treatment, and then create a preconceived charity image among the public?"
"But where do we get the top thoracic surgeon?" George suddenly stopped: "You are not trying to get the idea of ??that woman Luo Lin, are you?"
"you are right."
"But that woman is difficult to deal with." George thought of Luo Lin and felt a headache.
"I've done it." Yang Zongbao said surprisingly.
"Then who will do it?" George had a bad feeling.
"You, who else?"
George¡¯s premonition came true.
"Yang, why don't you go up by yourself?" George made a final struggle.
"I like to see you in pain."
"Let's have supper."
Mei Wenxin and Rigui came in carrying pasta.
"Truce." George and Yang Zongbao made a temporary truce.
Yang Zongbao doesn¡¯t like sour and sweet tastes, and he was very full after eating at night, so he just asked for a glass of water.
"How is the project going?" Yang Zongbao suddenly asked.
"Don't worry, Ruilin is following closely now. But the license issue, my business qualifications, pricing, etc. must be clarified. My workload is also very heavy." George almost choked to death on the spaghetti.
"I know." Yang Zongbao took out his mobile phone, but there was no incoming call.
"From now on, everyone will work overtime every day until the hospital opens. Think of it as a year's training. George, arrange rooms for everyone, Wenxin is responsible for the food, exercise together every morning, and then work."
"No freedom at all?" George was dissatisfied.
"Of course I have no right to restrict your hormones, but there is still one year left and I hope everyone will cooperate. My purpose of bringing everyone together is to build the best hospital and the best future for everyone. I am ready, you guys What?" Yang Zongbao looked at his team.
"I attended."
"I'm joining."
""
In the end, everyone joined, and Yang Zongbao felt that he was really good at picking people.
"Okay, that's it for tonight. Let's go to bed early after eating. We will continue tomorrow." Yang Zongbao pushed away his chair and stood up.
I went down to my room and fell asleep instantly.
At eight o'clock in the morning on the second morning, when Yang Zongbao and his team were meeting, Director Zhao Huosheng called.
"I'm sorry, I'm not free today, please make an appointment again."
Yang Zongbao smiled happily after hanging up the phone.
"What's the matter? Director Zhao asked you to meet?" George smiled when he saw Yang Zongbao, knowing that the matter was about to be resolved.
"Well, let him wait. Let's have a meeting now." Yang Zongbao was in a good mood, and he and his employees began to discuss the pricing of various hospital charges. Of course, some people may not attend this meeting and go out to work.
Because what George has been doing in Seattle is hospital management, the rules and regulations of hospital management are copied from Seattle. However, the pricing issue is a bit difficult. After all, the price standards at home and abroad are different.
¡°My suggestion is to price it a little lower, so it¡¯s more competitive.¡± George finished his final summary.
"I think the pricing can be slightly higher. After all, I don't want to build the kind of hospital that only competes viciously." Yang Zongbao said: "We provide the best treatment. Although our individual prices are high, we will not Superfluous examinations. What I need is for every doctor to abide by medical ethics.¡±
"You are the boss, you have the final say." George said, "But how do you let these pass the review of the Price Bureau?" Yang Zongbao asked, pointing to the pile of prices in front of him.
"This is Li Yunpeng's business.""It depends on the cooperation between Li Zexing and Li Yunpeng that prices cannot be allowed to rise." Yang Zongbao turned to the two people mentioned in the words and said, "Do you understand your mission?" "
"Brother Yang, I understand. Li Zexing and I will discuss this alone."
"Excuse me." Yang Zongbao gave up the conference room to them.
"George, is there a place for me to vent? These literal things have been driving me crazy lately, can you let me relax?" Yang Zongbao asked George while sitting in the lounge.
"Are your hands itchy?" George sighed.
"Some. Think of a way."
"Okay, go and play some games at my friend's place." George said.
"Plastic surgery?" Yang Zongbao was a little disgusted.
"Nonsense, otherwise how can I give you a good time?" George said.
"Okay, but it has to be interesting." Yang Zongbao gave in.
Under Yang Zongbao¡¯s longing eyes, George had no choice but to make a call.
Three minutes later, George hung up the phone.
"You're lucky. Are you happy about the skin grafting?" George himself said this without confidence.
"You only got a skin graft after talking on the phone for three minutes?" Yang Zongbao almost laughed.
"Yang, what good information do you expect from the beauty hospital?"
"Okay. Let's go."
"My life is really miserable." George was dragged by Yang Zongbao to drive to a friend's beauty hospital.
When Yang Zongbao and others arrived, the patient was already ready in the operating room.
Yang Zongbao looked in through the window of the operating room: "Is this a skin graft? I will graft it on your grandma."
"Don't be like this, don't be like this" George disappeared quickly.
Yang Zongbao couldn't jump into the river easily after getting on the pirate ship. I have no choice but to come to power, but there is always psychological resistance.
A woman weighing more than 200 kilograms was already anesthetized on the operating table. This surgery is very simple. It shrinks the patient's stomach so that the patient can eat less and achieve the purpose of losing weight.
¡° George didn¡¯t dare to show up until Yang Zongbao entered the operating room.
"Is he really fine?" President Lin of the beauty institution asked, "He was an anesthetist last time."
"Believe me, just give me the money, 2,000 for one unit, don't forget it." George was very proud. Even if Yang Zongbao doesn't want to, he will not step down as long as he goes on stage before completing the surgery.
"How many sets will be made?" Dean Lin asked.
"As many as come, we will not reject anyone who comes."
Since Yang Zongbao wants to practice his skills, let the storm come more violently. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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