"Let's have dinner together tonight. I ordered a private restaurant. It is said to be delicious."

Song Yuran looked up from the quotation information, and at a glance, he saw Mr. Huo sitting at the head of the conference room, sending out a date invitation in a very normal tone.

Thinking of giving an answer tonight, Song Yuran's heart beat faster, "Okay."

The phone rang, it was a system text message from the hospital, reminding her to go to the hospital on time at noon, she just glanced at it briefly.

At the same time, Mr. Wu's secretary sent a message telling her that she would arrive at the company in about ten minutes.

She replied 'OK', and turned to Huo Qingzhi and said, "Mr. Huo, do you want to confirm this quotation again? Mr. Wu will be here in a while."

"I've seen it, and there's nothing wrong with it." Huo Qingzhi had a few samples made in the model room by his hand, and picked them up, "Have you remitted the pattern-making fee for a few pieces of clothing?"

"The payment will be made on the day of contact, 200 yuan per piece." Song Yu suddenly paused, "Don't mention it, Mr. Wu is quite generous, and the printing fee of 1200 yuan is not negotiable."

In order to ensure the interests of the company, the sample board is not free, and the price charged for each piece will be much higher than the order price. Even if the cooperation is not negotiated, it will not cause losses to the company.

Of course, in the case of a deal, the sample fee paid can also be deducted through negotiation.

The market price of the sample fee is generally 150~200 yuan/piece. At that time, Song Yuran saw that there were many samples and the production was cumbersome, so he reported 200 yuan without thinking, and the other party transferred the money directly, which made the little money fan's radar.It sounded instantly.

"However, Mr. Wu is quite good at whetting people's appetites. Ask him how much he ordered, and insist on an interview."

Huo Qingzhi asked: "How much do you think it will be?"

"According to the industry rules, how come we have to start at 2,000 pieces?" Song Yuran said, "Although the number of employees we received is small, this time it's a serious order, so it won't be less than the basic order quantity, right?It’s not a problem to get a small order all the time.”

She paused, remembering what Lei Hai said when he called, "Oh, but Lei Hai said that the list was relatively small... I think it should be thousands of pieces."

Huo Qingzhi smiled and said noncommittally: "The exact amount will be known soon."

The appointment time was ten o'clock in the morning, and Mr. Wu and the secretary arrived two minutes before ten o'clock, quite on time.

In order to show sincerity, and for the sake of the middleman Lei Hai, President Huo led the little secretary downstairs to greet him.

Secretary Song had a smile on his face, and after shaking hands Xuxu, he sized up Mr. Wu without any trace. With his iconic beer belly and a little bald head, he could tell at a glance that he was a big boss.

Mr. Wu smiled and looked very easy-going. The group walked upstairs talking and laughing, and sat down in the conference room.

Song Yuran quickly handed over the samples on the table to Secretary Liu, "Mr. Wu, this is the pattern-making sample you ordered from our company, please check it."

Immediately afterwards, he took out the prepared quotation and pushed it in front of Mr. Wu, "This is our quotation, please have a look."

Mr. Wu responded, took the samples and looked at them carefully, first confirming the feel of the fabrics, and then the wiring of the car clothing, looking at every detail carefully.

"Not bad, not bad." Mr. Wu smiled a little more appreciatively, and sat back on the chair again, "The samples fully meet my expectations. My customers have high requirements for the quality of clothing. I hope that Huasen's shipments can also meet this level."quality."

"That's for sure." Huo Qingzhi said with a smile, "What kind of samples are given to Mr. Wu, what kind of products consumers get."

"That's good." Mr. Wu nodded, "I think Mr. Lei also told me before that the quantity I want is not much. Now I am very satisfied. I don't know if Watson is willing to accept my order."

"Our quotation has been given to you. Our factory has sufficient raw materials. Mr. Wu, how much quantity do we need to order?"

President Wu cast a wink at Secretary Liu, and Secretary Liu quickly took out an order form from his bag, with the order quantity for each style written on it.

Song Yuran took the order form and glanced at it, with a stiff expression.

The one with the most ordered quantity is just over a hundred pieces, and the one with the least quantity is more than a dozen pieces???!

There are a total of six styles of clothes, and the total number may not exceed 500 pieces. The mold opening fee for this amount is almost catching up with the cost of fabrics. How can you place an order like this????

At this moment, she suspected that Wu was always a spy sent by the opposite company.

Huo Qingzhi took the order form and fell silent when he saw the quantity on it.

The atmosphere froze for two seconds, and Mr. Wu also knew that he was a bit immoral in ordering such an order, so he smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Huo, it's like this. We originally had a long-term cooperative garment processing factory. Something happened. We couldn't make up the remaining clothes, so we had to order from another store."

"You also know that these clothes of mine have very high quality requirements. Small factories are willing to accept them, but the technology can't keep up. Big factories, just... Lu Deng, who is very famous in your industry, is not willing to accept them because he thinks there are too few of them..”

"It just so happens that Mr. Lei and I are old acquaintances, and he introduced your company to me as soon as he heard it." Mr. Wu paused for a moment, wondering: "If Watson can't pick it up, then I'll go find another company..”

"Mr. Wu, Watson took your order." Huo Qingzhi smiled and said, "How long is the construction period you gave?"

Song Yuran was very surprised. After all, the sample fee was charged, and there was no loss in rejecting Hua Sen, but Huo Qingzhi still accepted it.

Although the order is small, the mold opening fee that should be charged is also included, so can't lose money, but the profit is less than the employee uniform, which is a bit of a waste of effort.

Hearing that he was willing to pick it up, Mr. Wu regained his cheerful smile, "Of course, the sooner the better, ten days is fine, right?"

Huo Qingzhi smiled apologetically: "Mr. Wu, this quantity can be shipped within a week under normal circumstances, but this is the first time we have cooperated. In terms of fabrics, we still need to order cutting bed molds with the mold factory. It takes at leastWait a week."

"It doesn't matter, we have a complete set of molds, and they will be sent to your factory later." Mr. Wu paused, "Then it's settled, the construction period is one week, I will pay the full deposit, and the delivery will be fine."

"Okay, since Mr. Wu brings his own mold, I will let the quotation be modified by the model maker, and the mold opening fee in it will be deleted."

This seemingly ordinary sentence made Mr. Wu look surprised for a moment, and soon the two shook hands to signify the conclusion of the deal.

Sending President Wu away, Song Yuran held back his words, and immediately spit them out after returning to the office.

"Mr. Huo, why don't you pay the mold opening fee? Originally, the profit is very low if the quantity is small. If they are willing to provide the mold, let him provide it. We can still earn some mold opening fee. Besides, they didn't mention reducing the opening fee."You are positive about the model fee."

"When people take the initiative to mention it, it won't be the effect now."

"What effect can it have?" Song Yuran was not very happy, "I thought I could catch a big fish, but it turned out that I was a frequent visitor to someone else's house, and came to let us wipe our butts.Or do you not accept it?"

Huo Qingzhi thought for a moment, "It should be a big order next time."

Song Yu didn't understand, Huo Qingzhi asked: "If you were the owner of a garment factory and the goods ordered by the customer couldn't be delivered, what would you do if there was still a small part of the mantissa left?"

"It must be to find a trustworthy colleague and distribute the goods to them. In this way, the delivery time will catch up, and they will sell their favors, so there will be another way out." Song Yuran said, exclaimed: "That's right! Then Mr. WuIt is estimated that there was a quarrel with the cooperative processing factory, so I found another factory to make up for it."

"As a big factory, we are willing to accept fragmented orders when other big factories refuse, and we also offered to reduce a large amount of mold opening fees to save unnecessary expenses. This will increase a lot of goodwill.Order, he will definitely give us priority!"

She gave a thumbs up, "Mr. Gao, Mr. Huo, manipulating people's hearts is a trick."

Huo Qingzhi smiled, "Of course, it's just my guess. Whether this is the case depends on whether he will seek us to cooperate in the future. Anyway, we have no loss if we accept this order."

The phone in her pocket rang suddenly, and Song Yuran took it out to see that the caller was the name of the appointment hospital. She glanced at Huo Qingzhi and hurriedly said, "Boss Huo, I'm going out to do some work first."

Leaving the office quickly and walking to the secretary's room a little further away, Song Yuran looked around to confirm that no one answered the call.

"Hello, Ms. Song Yuran? This is the registration desk of Department A of the People's Hospital."

"Yes." The sudden call from the hospital made Song Yuran panic, "What's the matter?"

"The doctor you made an appointment to see at 12:30 noon is on a business trip in a hurry. Do you think your registration time is changed, or is it another doctor who changed the department for you?"

Song Yuran remembered that he was on an expert account, "When can I change it the soonest?"

"It will be next week at the earliest."

"..." Thinking of replying to Huo Qingzhi tonight, how could he have time to wait until next week, so he had no choice but to agree to change the doctor.

"Okay, it has been replaced for you. You can check the details in the order center of the registration platform."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yuran hastily opened the registration center to check the doctor's reputation.

He is the chief physician, and the comments from the patients below are mostly positive, so Song Yuran felt relieved.

Just after browsing and exiting, the mobile phone was monitored by big data, and a push popped up soon.

Originally, he wanted to clear the message on the notification bar, but after seeing the title, Song Yuran felt moved and clicked into this post.

There is no other reason, this is a sharing post, the poster said that he is an alpha, and he had the same experience as Song Yuran.

After differentiation, the sense of smell of pheromones is lost, and the second set/organ has not yet formed. After changing several hospitals, the sequelae of differentiation were finally cured, and he became a 'healthy' alpha.Palace of marriage.

After reading the landlord's complete self-report, Song Yuran's tense heart suddenly became clear. She was worried that her midday visit to the doctor would not go well, but it can be seen that others can recover from treatment, so she no longer worried.

She wanted to see if other people in the post had similar experiences, but when she clicked on 'View All', a comment that made her extremely uncomfortable popped up.

Floor 3: Wow, alpha is not even a normal person, can you be tough enough to satisfy your omega?

Under this comment, there are actually echoing voices, mocking the host's lack of alpha, and asking the host not to delay Omega, and break up as soon as possible.

Although the ending of the post slapped these people in the face severely, but seeing these words, Song Yuran still felt angry for the poster.

But this also shows that there is no alpha of the second organ in this world, just like men's impotence is discriminated against and ridiculed in modern society.

If knew that should have been actively treated at the beginning, wouldn't be so passive now. Fortunately, there is still time for treatment now.

Song Yuran exhaled lightly, stopped looking at the trolls in the post, returned to her work station to deal with work, and waited for her lunch break to go to the hospital for treatment.

Just after twelve noon, Song Yuran grabbed her mobile phone to get off work, and at the same time, the door of the general manager's office opened.

Huo Qingzhi said, "Let's go have lunch together."

Song Yuran paused, pushed the chair into the workstation, and smiled: "I have something to go out, so I won't eat with you at noon."

"Okay." Huo Qingzhi didn't insist, and reminded meaningfully: "Just don't have anything to do tonight."

"Got it!" Song Yuran waved his hand, "I'm leaving first."

Song Yuran secretly decided in her heart that if the doctor told her later that the recovery process would be very long, she would tell her the truth about her physical condition tonight. Seeing that Huo Qingzhi was looking forward to it, how could he be willing to hide it from her.

She thought that Huo Qingzhi would be like the landlord's omega, willing to accompany her for treatment.

After leaving the company, Song Yuran took a taxi to the hospital. Fortunately, there was no traffic jam on the road, and she arrived ten minutes earlier.

After taking the number on the first floor, follow the signboard navigation in the hospital to the department where you are and wait for the number to be called.

It is a general practice, and there are quite a few people sitting on metal rest chairs waiting for treatment.

The number was quickly called, and after going in to briefly explain the situation, the doctor gave her several checklists, including routine blood tests and filming.

Song Yuran didn't dare to delay for a moment. She was the most active doctor in history, and soon went to the corresponding consulting room for blood collection and filming.

It took at least fifteen minutes for the blood routine results to come out. During the waiting time, Song Yuran sat on the rest chair, thinking about the doctor's expression when he went to the doctor just now.

Unconsciously, I began to speculate. After hearing about my situation, the doctor behaved very normally. Does it mean that my problem is not serious?!

"Song Yuran? Song Yuran, come get the test sheet!"

"Here we come!" She quickly came back to her senses, and immediately went to the general practice clinic after taking the test form. She could not understand the information on the test form, and there was no indication of any problem.

Entering the consulting room again, the doctor took the test sheet, looked at the name on it and said, "Song Yuran, right? There is nothing wrong with the routine blood test. Let me take a look at your CT image first."

The doctor quickly searched for her name from the online CT, opened it, looked at it, and then clicked on the electronic medical record. He turned his head to look at her and asked, "How long have you been differentiated?"

Song Yuran sat on the stool, unconsciously supported his knees with both hands, and replied stiffly, "It's been several months."

"Has this intermediate susceptibility period come? Is it normal? The second organ loss you mentioned, is it a slow development, or is it not at all?"

"Here, everything is normal." Song Yu paused, facing the doctor's scrutiny, his ears warmed up, and replied: "Organs, that is... After differentiation, there is no change... and, it is the same as ordinary beta."

The doctor frowned, wrote down the text in the medical record, and handed it to her: "In your case, go upstairs to the Reproductive/Reproductive Clinic No. 13 for a more detailed examination."

"Okay." She took it subconsciously, but she didn't expect to change the clinic, and suddenly became very anxious, "Doctor, is my problem serious?"

"It's not serious until you have a detailed examination. You can go to the Reproductive Department. I don't have any equipment here, so I can't do it. The equipment over there is more professional." The doctor paused, seeing the patient's nervous face turned pale, and added: "The reproductive/reproductive department specializes in treating your situation, so don't be too anxious, just relax."

Hearing what the doctor said, Song Yuran reluctantly let go of his hanging heart.

She went upstairs and walked to the reproductive/reproductive department according to the guidance. Perhaps to protect the privacy of the patients, the reproductive/reproductive department is the innermost one. The further you go inside, the fewer patients there are.

There are relatively fewer people in the reproductive/reproductive department. When the patients on the rest chair saw someone coming, they cast a more playful look.

It seems to be saying: You don't lift it either.

Song Yuran was extremely embarrassed, and walked quickly into the No. 13 consultation room.

As soon as she walked in, she saw a female doctor inside, she was relieved in her heart, and handed her the medical record.

The general practitioner has recorded the problem in the medical record, so after seeing it, the reproductive/reproductive doctor asked more detailed questions: "Your age is very late in differentiation, and there are problems after differentiation. Didn't you see a doctor for timely treatment?"

When asked this question, Song Yuran was very embarrassed. At that time, she didn't care about having a second organ at all. It would be better to say that she didn't want it at all. It would be better not to have one.

I can only find a bad excuse: "No... I am busy with work, but I have consulted online, and the doctor said that I will recover naturally."

Then, she clearly heard the doctor sigh, "If you could recover naturally, you wouldn't be here now. If you have any problems, you should see a doctor as soon as possible. If you miss the best time for treatment, you won't be able to cure it even if you want to."

Song Yuran became nervous again, "Doctor, can I recover? I, I can't just live like this for the rest of my life, you must help me!"

"Let's do the examination first." The doctor didn't answer the question, and got up to open the door of the examination room behind.

The doctor asked her to lie on the examination bed, and when the switch was pressed, the bed automatically retracted, and Song Yuran was pushed into the examination machine.

It's a bit like a modern MRI. The doctor told her that this is the most advanced instrument, and it mainly checks the development of the alpha second organ.

Song Yuran didn't know how long she had been lying in it. She opened her eyes and looked at the inner wall of the instrument, all she could think about was what to do in the future, how to live with herself as a complete alpha.

She thought a lot, and finally the picture was fixed on Huo Qingzhi's face.

A crippled alpha is not worthy of such a good Huo Qingzhi.

Song Yuran, who has never been in love before, now finally knows what it feels like to like someone. Even for Huo Qingzhi, she has to accept a brand new self.

The examination bed began to move, and she was slowly pushed out of the apparatus, seeing the dazzling lights on the ceiling.

"Come out with me." There was no ups and downs on the doctor's face, and she couldn't see his attitude.

"Miss Song, just now I used the instrument to check it in detail for you."

The doctor paused, and said word by word:

"I regret to inform you that your condition cannot be treated."

Unable to treat?What means?

Song Yuran's pupils dilated in an instant, and a biting coldness swept through his limbs.

Her mind went blank, and her shocked expression froze on her face.

Full of anticipation, longing for love, was shattered at this moment.