If you cheat, money will follow

"Hey, Zheng Peng, where are you?"

"Capital? Jiang Zhenjun?"

"Are you there? Oh, I suggest you come to Rongzhou. I have a big business to discuss with you."

"Yes, very big business."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in Rongzhou."

After about 40 minutes.

Jiang Xia and Tan Xiaoya walked downstairs and asked Chang Le what had changed.

Chang Le looked at it carefully: "There is no change, it is almost the same as facial cleanser. Didn't the researcher say it? It will take a week before the initial effect will show."

"Oh...but my mother and I both feel very good and feel much refreshed." Jiang Xia said.

"Yes, fun, after applying the mask and turning on the device, you feel like you are in a hot spring, and the pores on your body are opened." Tan Xiaoya said:

"But it's more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring. There are waves of numbness."

"Also, after we applied the mask, we found a lot of greasy stuff stuck to the mask, which looked disgusting." Jiang Xia continued:

"I never thought I would have so much dirt on my body."

"What dirt is there? It's just oil secretion. Without it, the skin would have dried into patches." Chang Le said.

"Then I don't care, I feel sick anyway." Jiang Xia took Chang Le's hand and put it on her face:

"If you touch it, is it a lot smoother?"

Chang Le touched it: "It seems to be, it is indeed slipperier than before."

Note: "Slip" is very important.

"Hehe, I really look forward to the results after a course of treatment." Jiang Xia said with a smile.

The next day, in the morning.

Zheng Peng and Jiang Zhenjun appeared in the courtyard.

The two came for big business and asked as soon as they entered:

"Chang Le, what's the big deal? Let's come all the way here..."

"Absolutely beyond your imagination." Chang Le immediately told the two of them about the new skin care biotechnology developed by Rongzhou Research Institute.

Then, he took the two of them to the research institute and looked at the vivid cases: Academician Wen and Dr. Li Xueping.

The two of them couldn't sit still anymore.

"Chang Le, you must get a few more sets for us to appease the tigress at home." Jiang Zhenjun shouted.

"Yes, Shen Xiaojie has been in a bad mood recently and always blames me for not caring about the family." Zheng Peng said.

"They will all be there. The institute is already building it by hand. Once it's built, you can take it away." Chang Le said:

"I called you here to discuss how to commercialize this technology and make money."

"I have arranged for an investment company to conduct research and determine a relatively reasonable price."

"In terms of this technology, I don't want to take the road of technology licensing, but the high-end luxury goods route of self-production and sales."

"You Renaissance Capital should be interested, right?"

"Nonsense, whoever is not interested in this kind of technology is a fool." Zheng Peng said immediately.

"Chang Le, it is far from enough for this kind of technology to take the high-end luxury route." Jiang Zhenjun put forward his idea.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Chang Le looked at Jiang Zhenjun.

"It's not too high-minded, I think it is more suitable to take the rare and customized route." Jiang Zhenjun said:

"After all, this technology is no longer just about skin repair and care."

"It's about reversing youth. This is a typical business with a strong supply side. No matter how expensive it is, someone will pay for it."

Then Jiang Zhenjun began to talk freely about his thoughts.

"Referring to Hermès's routine, we can set it up like this."

"For external publicity, this technology is very high-end, the materials used are extremely expensive, and there is almost no possibility of mass production."

"Then use individual celebrities to experience it personally, attracting the attention of the world's top wealthy people."

"These top rich people, especially the top rich women, don't want too much money, and they never skimp on appearance."

"We can set up extremely high-end, luxurious customized service stores in a limited number of cities in China to provide the most top-notch customized services."

"As for the price, I think 1 million yuan for a course of treatment is more reasonable."

Chang Le: "..."

Zheng Peng: "..."

Jiang Zhenjun didn't pay attention to the looks in Chang Le's and Zheng Peng's eyes and continued to elaborate:

"It will take 1-3 years to finish cutting the leeks of the world's top wealthy class, and then they can move down to the high-end elite class."

"The external publicity technology has achieved a leap-forward breakthrough and can be produced in small batches."

"The price can drop to tens of millions, for example, 5000 million for a course of treatment? Cut the leeks of this level again."

"A few years later, it was announced that the technology had made another breakthrough and could be mass-produced. However, the cost was still high, and the price dropped to the 500 million level."

"The 500 million level is the bottom line and cannot be lower."

"In terms of specific effects, there should be a clear difference between 100 million yuan, 10 million yuan, and 1 million yuan."

"The billion-dollar bracket can turn youth around in one go and make these rich people feel that their money is well spent."

"The tens of millions of yuan price cannot be paid once, it must be repeated several times."

"As for the million-dollar level, the number of times will be even greater."

"That's all I can think of. The company can study the specific operation." After Jiang Zhenjun finished talking, what he saw was the admiration and admiration of Chang Le and Zheng Peng.

"Awesome! You are so awesome!" The two of them gave Jiang Zhenjun a thumbs up in unison.

"What's this? It's just a regular routine for cutting leeks. Everyone knows it." Jiang Zhenjun said:

"As long as the technology is advanced and the results are real, even if they know we are cutting leeks, they will be willing to do it."

"I think it will work. The general idea can be as follows. We will strive to start cutting off... no... external commercial operations within this year." Chang Le said.

More than 20 days later.

Jiang Xia and Tan Xiaoya completed a basic nursing course.

The two stood hand in hand in front of Chang Le, making Chang Le look a little dazed.

There were waves of warmth in my heart.

Tan Xiaoya is close to sixty and approaching retirement.

However, standing in front of Chang Le, he was as bright and generous, elegant, beautiful and dazzling as when he "first met" more than ten years ago.

And because the family is going well and the years are quiet, he is like a poplar standing proudly in the wind and snow, intellectual, confident and calm.

The same is true for Jiang Xia. Just like when she "first met", the traces of time seem to have been completely lost on her face.

Gentle face, gentle temperament, warm smile...

A pair of big almond eyes exudes a bright, clear light, which makes people unconsciously immersed in it, making people intoxicated.

This is the happiest moment for a man.

Chang Le has mixed feelings and is ready to praise her with all the gorgeous words.

Chang Jiang came to Chang Le first.

She looked at her grandmother and mother again and again, and praised in confusion:

"Wow, grandma, mom, you have become younger, so beautiful."

"As pretty as a peach in three springs, as pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns, can I describe it this way?"

"Haha...dudu, of course it can be described like this." Tan Xiaoya and Jiang Xia laughed.

The smile is bright and understanding.

"Dudu, your use of poetry is very accurate." Chang Le praised.

The peach blossoms in March are uniquely fragrant, innocent, charming and bright, just like the red clouds in the sky, stirring up the mountains and the forests;

The chrysanthemums in September are noble and elegant, simple and steadfast. They bloom in the frost and never fall in the west wind. They have their own charm.

Chang He, who was playing with building blocks, saw adults gathering.

He got up from the ground, moved his short legs, opened his hands and walked towards this side, shouting as he walked:

"Mom...Mom...hug!"