Chapter 938 Xiao Feng, Sit and Wait

"Xiao Feng, you wait in the office for a while." After arriving at the office, Zheng Ren put the trolley case aside, ready to change clothes, and urged.

"Okay." Feng Xuhui knew that Zheng Ren was planning to see the patient before the operation.

He stood aside knowingly, but Zheng Ren pressed him on the chair.

"Where's Fu Guier? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Zheng Ren turned and left, going to change clothes, and said to Su Yun.

"It's said to be two minutes, there are still 23 seconds, 22 seconds..." The voices of the two of them gradually faded away, as if they were in the emergency ward of Haicheng. This feeling is really good, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.

Professor Rudolf Wagner did appear after 20 seconds, but Feng Xuhui was ignored by him. After arriving, the professor hurried to change clothes, and went round the room with Zheng Ren.

Feng Xuhui was sitting in the office, waiting for Zheng Ren to finish his rounds, so he could ask if there was any new equipment needed.

"Excuse me, is Boss Zheng there?" Suddenly, a man knocked on the door and asked with a smile on his face.

"Going...going to check the ward..." Feng Xuhui felt that this person looked familiar, but it was just that he couldn't match the number for a while.

"Oh, you are..." The man came in, wearing a black suit with a small vest and a dark blue tie, making him look much younger than his actual age.

The tie, which seems to be from Armani, has a touch of luxury, but it fits well.

Feng Xuhui stood up involuntarily, meeting someone who looks very high-end here, who he still remembers but can't remember, need I say more?

"Hello, I'm Feng Xuhui from Changfeng Minimally Invasive." Feng Xuhui staggered slightly, then kept his balance, bent slightly, and said politely.

"Oh, the Changfeng man." The man smiled, without looking at Feng Xuhui, he just said casually: "You do Boss Zheng's work? Is the young man very good?"

Speaking like this, he must be someone from the circle, Feng Xuhui immediately confirmed it.

only……

"Where's the manager of your imperial capital? Why did you only get sent here?" The man asked indifferently.

The words were very light, and the expression was even more flat, but Feng Xuhui couldn't breathe due to the majesty of a superior person.

Suddenly, Feng Xuhui remembered something.

"You are the courageous Director Zhou of the imperial capital, right?" Feng Xuhui asked cautiously.

"Oh? See you?" Zhou Chunyong asked.

"Half a year ago, I just joined the company, and the company organized an academic conference in the capital, and invited you to be the keynote speaker." Feng Xuhui was even more humble.

"Oh." Zhou Chunyong had long forgotten about that meeting, let alone an insignificant salesman.

"Your speech was so wonderful, I just..." Feng Xuhui's flattering skills were relatively jerky, and he wanted to say something nice, but Zhou Chunyong stopped him by raising his hand.

"Sit down and talk." Zhou Chunyong said, "Where are you in charge of the business?"

"In the past, I was in charge of the Northeast, mainly for Mr. Zheng in Haicheng. Later, Mr. Zheng was transferred to 912, and I followed suit." Feng Xuhui said politely. Zhou Chunyong didn't sit down, how dare he sit down.

The big directors of these imperial capitals can decide with one sentence whether a brand can enter the hospital and whether it will use the amount. These are related to the life and death of manufacturers, and they can be said to be the parents of food and clothing.

Although Feng Xuhui didn't target the business of the liver and gallbladder in the imperial capital, he didn't want to cause trouble for other colleagues either.

"Why didn't Boss Zheng see you when he went to throw knives at our place before?" Zhou Chunyong's heart was moved, and he started to talk.

For Feng Xuhui, a newcomer in the workplace, it should not be too simple in a few sentences.

"I was injured a little, and I haven't been here recently. The injury is just right, and a lot of work has been delayed." Feng Xuhui said with some embarrassment.

The smile on Zhou Chunyong's face was instantly sincere.

A big customer like Boss Zheng Renzheng can be left here empty, and the salesman is not arranged to chatter back and forth, and serve him like an uncle. Zhou Chunyong immediately thought of the reason.

It can't be that Changfeng's minimally invasive person is an idiot.

The people in this group of manufacturers, all of them are monkeys and monkeys, and the stupid manufacturers have already died in the fierce competition.

There is only one truth - that is, the disabled young man in front of him has a very good relationship with Boss Zheng!

Zhou Chunyong is an old man, and he guessed the truth almost instantly.

"Sit down, Manager Feng." Zhou Chunyong sat down, said with a smile, looked Feng Xuhui up and down intentionally or unintentionally, and calculated Boss Zheng's preferences.

Soon, the two foreigners looked all the way to the door of the office.

A series of unfamiliar words directly defeated Feng Xuhui.

He tried to communicate at first, but found that people didn't speak English at all.

Fortunately, Professor Rudolf Wagner came over in a hurry, let the two of them into the office, said a few words in a hurry, and rushed over to accompany Zheng Ren on his ward rounds.

Feng Xuhui was a little surprised, he was still guessing why Zhou Chunyong came. And these two foreigners obviously came for Boss Zheng.

All of this is beyond his understanding of the world.

Not long after, two more people came in.

Feng Xuhui didn't know the person who came in this time, but seeing Zhou Chunyong stand up and greet him warmly, addressing the director, he must be the director of the interventional department of some hospital.

Feng Xuhui simply stood up and hid in a corner.

Although walking is a bit inconvenient, it is better than having an awkward chat with an unfamiliar director. The key is that I am still sitting, and I don't even know when I offended anyone.

About ten minutes later, Director Kong's voice came from the corridor, "Boss Zheng, good morning."

"Good morning, Director Kong, Teacher Pei." Zheng Ren was going from one ward to another, and greeted Director Kong by the way.

Teacher Pei?

Feng Xuhui's heart skipped a beat, could it be Professor Pei Yingjie Pei?

This is a master in the interventional department. At that time, in order to promote the equipment and consumables of Changfeng Microinvasive, the company took great efforts to invite Professor Pei to carry out a promotional activity.

Why is he there?

Feng Xuhui wanted to say hello to Professor Pei, but in the end he hesitated and gave up.

I don't know if Professor Pei recognizes me or not.

Still just stepped into the society, so thin-skinned, Feng Xuhui thought to himself with a sigh.

When you see Professor Pei later, you must greet him warmly.

Five or six minutes later, Zheng Ren returned to the office. He glanced at the people in the room, the smile on his face did not change, but Feng Xuhui was very familiar with it, that's how Mr. Zheng smiled at him in the past.

Polite, yet distant.

The shift was about to change, Su Yun and the professor "invited" the people in the office out.

A row of people stood in the corridor... Feng Xuhui felt like a lamb squatting among wolves.

If it were a different salesman, I don't know how happy I would be, so I would hand out business cards one by one, and get acquainted first.

But before Feng Xuhui could do anything, Zheng Ren came out with a folding chair, opened it and said, "Xiao Feng, sit and wait."