Pharmaceutical Negotiator - Chapter 9.1

But then another big V refuted this comment. Tai Yong Corporation’s courage to clean house and directly expose the factory’s problems indicated that they feared no wrongdoing, and without the red pill, this tumour, the corporation would be purified and more capable. The Eyre company should cooperate with such a company.

Zhang Si Tan liked the latter comment. Scrolling further down, she saw someone saying that bringing up the Eyre company at this moment was an intentional move, aiming to gain momentum for the subsequent negotiation.

However, there were very few such comments, and they disappeared after refreshing.

Zhang Si Tan closed Weibo and called Qi An.

The “beep beep beep” ringing tone played, then after a while, it switched to the female customer service voice: “Hello, the subscriber you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.”

No one answered, and Zhang Si Tan did not call again.

She returned to the apartment, placed her phone on the coffee table, and went into the bathroom. She stood under the shower, turning the water to full blast, letting it pour over her head.

The public opinion matter was already entrusted to Sister Liu, with whom she had spoken yesterday. All she needed to do was prepare the various documents for the negotiation and any possible leverage for lowering the price.

As she had said, the Eyre company was eager to enter the Chinese market. This self exposure would not change their intentions; on the contrary, it would make them feel the corporation’s responsibility and courage, making them more willing to trust the corporation.

Winning public opinion was half the battle won.

After showering, Zhang Si Tan ordered takeout and sat at her desk, slowly organizing the data from yesterday’s site survey.

Qi Shenli did not make an appearance or hold a press conference, leaving everything online to slowly ferment.

It wasn’t until the evening, when Zhang Si Tan heard a knock at the door, that she finally got up from her desk.

She had been sitting at her desk all day, and her shoulders were stiff. When she stretched her neck, it made a “click” sound.

The knocking had stopped, but even through the door, Zhang Si Tan intuitively knew who it was.

She opened the door and saw a small figure standing outside, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her waist.

After the missed calls this morning, Zhang Si Tan hadn’t contacted her all day, and she hadn’t contacted Zhang Si Tan either.

Zhang Si Tan wanted to ask “What’s wrong?” but felt it would be obvious. She wanted to ask “Are you okay?” but felt it would be forced.

She could only say softly: “Come in.”

The door was gently closed. Zhang Si Tan was still pondering what to say when she was met with a solid bear hug.

Qi An hung onto her, wrapping her arms around her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. Qi An buried her head in Zhang Si Tan’s chest, hugging her with all her strength.

Her body was suddenly embraced, feeling the downward pressure of the other person’s force.

This was the first hug Zhang Si Tan could remember receiving.

Her mother was sickly and died early, confined to bed all day. Her father was an alcoholic who often subjected her to beatings and scoldings.

In her thirty years of life, she had never experienced or craved an embrace from anyone.

But at this moment, she received a hug, a solid hug full of strength and reliance.

And yet, only yesterday, she had personally orchestrated the downfall of her father.