As a businessman, he had to argue for the sake of profit and face.
However, after listening to Zheng Ren's words, Su Yun fell silent again.
He repeatedly pondered the meaning behind Zheng Ren's words and quickly figured out Zheng Ren's train of thought.
"Boss, is it the amount of surgeries?" Su Yun did not make it too clear in front of Peng Jia.
"Yes, six beds. No matter what, it's not enough," Zheng Ren smiled and admitted frankly.
Su Yun was relieved.
As long as the boss did not suddenly lose his mind, it was fine. If it was for the Nobel Prize, he could give up a certain amount of benefits.
After all, everything had to give way to the Nobel Prize.
If he could really win the prize, how much money would he have? Why would he care about the small amount of money he had now?
Peng Jia's head was dripping with dew.
