Chapter 712

Is this dead girl a mind reader? Wu zhe was in a cold sweat.

Wenjo drank slowly and ground his coffee and glanced at him: "is it seriously hurt?"

Wu zhe replied cautiously: "still Fortunately, I'm not right. I shouldn't be rude to Xiao Wen. "

Don't say, this kind of slapping a date made Wu zhe feel a little complicated.

"If the injury is not good, I'll get a doctor to show you."

"No need not, thank you for your concern."

Wenqiao jaw head: "because I am young, so I have a lot of dissatisfaction with me, right?"

His tone was smooth and steady, and he could not hear his inner emotions. He was quite different from the 20-year-old college students Wu zhe had met before. He was a little panicked.

"Mr. Wen joked that you are a major shareholder. How can I be dissatisfied with you when we inject capital into our company at the most critical time."

Wenqiao put down his coffee cup: "OK, these high sounding words are useful for you to talk to others, but not for me."

Wu zhe

"In the future, if you have any questions, you can directly make it clear that you don't want to use circuitous tactics. Do you understand?"

"I understand..."

Wu zhe suddenly returns to his mind. Why is he so obedient? This little girl seems to have a kind of inexplicable aura of obedience.

"I will lead Fenlin up from the bottom step by step. If we can develop this specific drug, it will be good for the country and the people. The country will be on our side, and the funding for medical research will be better than other companies."

Wu zhe: "you're not playing with it?"

Wenjo took the golden spoon and stirred the coffee gently. "Do you think I'm a kid?"

Wu Zhe is not sure. There is the gold mine of Fu family behind her. She should be better than any rich second generation.

What's more, so many state-owned pharmaceutical companies and multinational pharmaceutical companies in M are developing special effects drugs. Can his small factory compete with other companies to research them?

Wake up, little girl, and stop dreaming!

Wenqiao let go of his hand, and the spoon fell into the coffee cup, rippling: "in a year, I'll double finlin's profits."

That's what wenjo put down.

After she left, Wu zhe rolled his eyes and read a sentence, naive.

On December 20, June sent a message to Wen Qiao: "we have successfully developed a specific drug. Please contact the people of Haicheng Health Organization."

Wenqiao, Jun and he Yang went to the health organization of Haicheng with the special drug developed by their laboratory.

Then they were stopped outside, and wenjo showed that they were from finlin.

The security guard helped his ear: "where?"

"Finlin." Wenjo gave a smile.

"Sorry, I haven't heard of this pharmaceutical factory."

He Yang clenched his fist: "it doesn't have to be a big pharmaceutical factory to develop it."

The security guard waved his hand: "go and go. Recently, many pharmaceutical companies have said that they have developed special drugs, but they just want to cheat on the state subsidies. The leaders of the Ministry of health don't have the time to receive you in the United States."

June whispered to wenjo, "I'll take a call."

Wenqiao saw June go to the side of the camphor tree to make a phone call. Shortly after hanging up the phone, he saw five or six men in black suits running out of the white health organization building with the Red Badge of the Health Organization pinned on his chest.

The leader trotted along the way, and others dare not neglect it.