si-mexico Even if the price is 2 million per piece, it's still very reasonable.
Even if the price is 2 million per piece, it's still very reasonable.
"Comrade He, I'll get straight to the point. We're here today to discuss the pricing of your two special-effect drugs."
Director Hao got straight to the point. He Fan seemed to be a genuine person, and being too roundabout was obviously not the right approach.
It must be said that Director Hao's judgment of people is accurate.
He Fan also wanted to get straight to the point. Since the other party was a government official, she didn't intend to use any negotiation skills.
"Okay, you say."
He Fan sat calmly in his chair, not intending to speak first.
Director Hao gave the person next to him a look, indicating that they could begin.
The man looked to be in his early forties, wearing thick rimless glasses. He was rather thin with some sunken cheeks, but he still had a lot of energy.
"Comrade Xiao He, I have come up with three plans. I think you should provide an expected price range first."
He changed the way he addressed her right away. "Comrade Xiao He" and "Comrade He Xiao" sound similar, but their meanings are worlds apart.
He Fan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. Was he about to put on airs? Was he trying to intimidate her?
"Alright, Lin Shuang, let's give the leaders a full report on all our costs from research and development to now."
Lin Shuang was a clever person, unlike those big shots who were obsessed with medical skills. She also felt frustrated in this situation.
Looking down on Sister Fan is looking down on the Kyushu Research Institute, and looking down on the Kyushu Research Institute is disrespecting Professor Zhuang's hard work!
Professor Zhuang worked tirelessly for so long to develop this effective drug, so why should he be treated as inferior?
Frontline researchers should be the honored guests; I don't care what your official rank is.
"Okay, Sister Fan, leaders."
She opened the folder in her hand with a serious expression.
"Since its establishment, the Kyushu Research Institute has incurred the following research and development expenses: 20 million for the acquisition of the institute, 56 million for drug research materials, 20 million for salaries, bonuses, and benefits for research personnel, and 12 million for equipment maintenance..."
Director Hao and his entourage breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Lin Shuang's quote. Since the project didn't involve a large sum of money, their proposal was likely acceptable.
Lin Shuang coughed lightly and raised her voice to continue reporting the costs: "After the institute was re-established, it purchased a total of 10 pieces of imported equipment at a cost of 4.5 million."
"Hi~"
Someone gasped, but clearly too early.
"The initial data acquisition channel fee for the development of effective drugs is 10 billion yuan, and the initial sample size for effective drugs is 10 billion yuan."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Those coughs came from none other than He Fan.
She blinked guiltily, steadied herself, and continued to lean back in her chair with a composed air.
Well, she really found herself a 'good' employee; she's really willing to quote a price.
The initial research and development data and samples for the targeted drug were all produced by the system; based on this price...
It's not a big problem. Without a system, even 20 billion yuan wouldn't be enough to develop it.
"The above are all the expenses incurred since the start of research and development."
After Lin Shuang finished speaking, she glanced at the leadership team members who were exchanging knowing glances, and continued.
"In addition, if we want to mass-produce the special drugs, we also need to introduce a large number of artificial intelligence devices to replace researchers in the formulation of medicinal materials."
"Taking the median value of clinical patient treatment, the treatment cycle of the special drug is three months, with two injections per month, which can lead to a cure and control the recurrence rate to 0.1%. Depending on the patient's condition, the dosage of the special drug required for treatment varies from 4 to 8 injections."
"Excluding all the investments made by our research institute during the research and development process, if we only consider the later production costs of the special drug, including material costs, equipment maintenance costs, labor costs, etc., it can be controlled at 80 yuan per dose."
Director Hao was horrified. He asked Professors Pan Hong and Zhuang Yu for confirmation: "The recurrence rate is 0.1%?"
The two professors nodded without hesitation.
Now it was Director Hao's turn to feel guilty, and the one who had just been trying to put on airs also pursed his lips and swallowed hard.
They actually knew the price was right.
The price of this special drug abroad is 70 yuan per injection. Patients need to inject 6 times in the first month of treatment. Moreover, this special drug can only slow down the rate of disease deterioration. In the later stages, continuous treatment is required every year, and the special drug also needs to be injected for life.
The drug developed by the Kyushu Research Institute can cure the disease in 4-8 doses, with a relapse rate of almost 0%.
Compared to the exorbitant treatment costs abroad, Jiuzhou Group's pricing of 200 million yuan per dose is quite reasonable, considering the large initial investment.
Director Hao raised his hand to stop Lin Shuang, who was about to continue speaking: "Ahem, okay, thank you, young comrade, I understand."
"Old Lin, why don't you just tell Comrade He about the third version of the plan?"
After saying that, he sighed and solemnly said to He Fan, "This is already the highest level of authority I have."
The one called Lao Lin was the middle-aged man next to him.
He stopped talking and pushed up his glasses, silently flipping through the documents in his hand before handing one to He Fan.
"Comrade He, come here."
"This is the plan we prepared before we came. Perhaps some parts need to be modified."
He Fan took it, glanced at it briefly, and then threw the plan on the table.
"Director Hao, I don't quite agree with this proposal."
Director Hao's throat tightened; he wanted to say something, but then felt that the pressure was indeed a bit excessive.
According to this plan, He Fan won't be able to earn back the money he invested in the early stages even after fifty years... let alone make a profit.
The atmosphere in the meeting room became very heavy for a moment.
Director Hao and his entourage were somewhat uneasy.
Meanwhile, He Fan was rapidly calculating in his mind.
"Why don't you share your thoughts first, Comrade He? We'll take notes and discuss them later. This trip was indeed rushed, and we didn't have time to make a specific plan."
He Fan tapped rhythmically on the crease of his trousers, where he crossed his legs, and remained silent.
About five minutes later, Director Hao and his group began whispering and discussing ways to improve the plan.
Ten minutes later, everyone's attention slowly turned to He Fan again.
Fifteen minutes later, the conference room fell into an eerie silence again.
"Host, these old men are all watching you!"
He Fan then looked up; she hadn't noticed that she had been so engrossed in her thoughts...
"what?"
Director Hao was very patient: "Comrade He, you can tell us your thoughts. We'll go back and make a special plan, and then we'll discuss it again."
It turns out that she was to speak for herself.
He Fan looked at the row of old men opposite him, their faces full of anticipation, holding paper and pen ready to take notes.
It has a distinct feel to it as a national conference...
"I can set the drug price at 10% and give it to the government."
The old men didn't have time to think; they wrote down He Fan's words.
After taking notes, they belatedly realized what they had written down, and for a moment the meeting room was filled with the croaking of frogs.
"what???"
"ah!???"