The family members of these patients kept squeezing forward, as if closer to Li Xiuwen, they were more likely to get a prosthetic limb. For this reason, they did not give up.
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, don't worry, you all have prostheses, all!"
When Li Xiuwen saw the crazy energy of the patient's family, they all overwhelmed the hard work of the two orcs, and hurriedly spoke out to relieve their anxiety.
The corridor was only two meters wide, and some people were squeezed to the very edge, their bodies leaning against the guardrail, looking very uncomfortable.
"Really have prostheses?"
"Yes, both! Don't squeeze!"
Li Xiuwen said loudly, barely patting his chest to make sure.
After listening to this, many family members had their eyes sparkling and their faces flushed with excitement; some of them cried silently.
This feeling of seeing a lighthouse in the dark is hard for normal people to feel and understand.
After trying his best to appease the families of these patients, Li Xiuwen only felt dry and dry, and could not wait to drink a bottle of water in one go.
Then he turned his head to Liang Bianyao and said, "Professor Liang, it seems that we have to give birth to the prostheses they need as soon as possible. These families seem to be very anxious."
"There is a problem here. To mass-produce prostheses, you need to prepare a production line."
"It's just that the brain wave control prosthetic limb is not comparable to other industrialized products. It needs to fit the body data of each patient to be like a normal limb."
"In other words, every product needs to be fine-tuned, so the price is so high that these people probably cannot afford it."
Professor Liang shook his head slightly, not very optimistic, and his face was embarrassing.
The thing is obvious, the price of things that cannot be mass-produced is always not low.
It's good to do good deeds, but you can't lose money, right. Even if this group of family members are satisfied, what should I do if there are other family members coming over in the future?
"Haha, don't worry about the professor, as long as you send two students to my factory for two days of instruction. The rest of the production, delivery, etc. will be handled by me."
Li Xiuwen's first thought was to let the orcs work hard to build the production line, so that the huge cost of purchasing the production line would be avoided.
After all, brainwave control of prosthetic limbs is not too complicated. I don't want cars with tens of thousands of parts.
There is no need to be as precise as a multi-million humanoid robot. It's almost enough to be able to walk normally or pick up a water glass.
If there is a local tyrant who is not satisfied with this simplified version of the prosthesis, and is willing to pay a lot of money to upgrade it, it is also easy to handle, let the drudgery tailor-made it.
In general, it is a simple and practical business logic that is parity and volume, high-end harvesting excess profits.
"Of course, professors and students can get a 5% sales commission for each prosthesis."
Li Xiuwen did not forget Liang Bianyao's contribution, and offered a very sincere reward.
"This, it's not very good. The prosthesis uses a lot of patents from South Lake University. I can't collect the money. It's better to give it directly to South Lake University."
Liang Bianyao constantly waved his hands, declined, and looked solemn and serious.
With a stack of money at hand, it is difficult for ordinary people to refuse, and Professor Liang is similar.
The price of brain wave control prosthesis is not more than 30,000 to 50,000. If you know that Ruyi is worth 10,000, then 5% is more than 2,000.
The commission for a hundred and a thousand prosthetic limbs adds up, but it is not a small amount, and it goes straight to one million.
It was just that Professor Liang thought of the consequences of receiving the money, and immediately refused.
A look of regret appeared on Liu Mingquan's face, and his lips moved a few times, but in the end he said nothing.
In terms of technical sources, the brainwave-controlled prosthetic limb uses robotics technology, which was developed by Professor Liang during his tenure and belongs to Nanhu University.
"Okay, I will contact Nanhu University later. The patent fee must be paid."
Li Xiuwen said readily.
In fact, if it weren't for coming to the hospital,
He didn't really want to mass produce prostheses. This kind of thing cannot be too profitable, and the profit must be kept low, otherwise it will be scolded by the people. It is better to produce Ruyi to make foreigners' money.
If Li Xiuwen didn't see it, forget it. Surrounded by those family members who were in pain and despair, he decided to turn on his brain waves to control the production of prostheses.
Not to make money, but to let these family members crawl out of the abyss and return to the ground.
"Hey, who makes me feel soft, otherwise it will not cause trouble and not make money."
Li Xiuwen sighed, slightly helpless.
Ye Hua raised his middle finger at Li Xiuwen, and said, "Yes, yes, you are a great saint, a conscientious capitalist, you are satisfied now."
Haha!
Li Xiuwen smiled and stretched out his hand to knock Ye Hua's middle finger off.
Wang Ying, who had been silent all the time, gave Li Xiuwen a deep glance, and the admiration in her eyes flashed past, hiding very quickly.
...
Wei Zhang and Weijie, who were gradually falling behind, communicated in a low voice.
"Dad, you just gave up like this? Even if Li Xiuwen doesn't agree to buy shares, we can also fight for the agent's brain wave control prosthetic limbs. I think the influence of this product is not so weak."
Wei Jie looked at his father in wonder, filled with puzzlement and doubts.
In his impression, his father was very offensive, either knocking out his competitors or convincing his partners.
Faced with Li Xiuwen this time, he seemed to be stubborn, not pursuing results, but he seemed to be a different person.
"He is different from other people. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is so self-confident, there is a kind of pride in his heart that cannot be dealt with in the old way."
"You can think of a proxy prosthesis, which is very good. It shows that your vision is not as short-sighted as a mouse."
Wei Zhang nodded comfortably and patted his son on the shoulder.
"Isn't Li Xiuwen relied on a worker who could fight, so he easily took Zhao Guangying back."
"Then put a burden on him, and let him know that in a society where the weak eats the strong, there is no strong allies. Take away the jackals, as well as the lions and tigers that are staring at them."
Wei Zhang said with a deep voice and confidently.
Looking at Li Xiuwen's eyes, with a bit of joking, the phone on his right hand kept turning over.
what!
Wei Jie heard that his father still didn't give up on the shares of Warcraft Factory, so he didn't look down on proxy prostheses.
This is also the case for prosthetic prostheses to gain a reputation and not make much money.
Unless they are as shameless as Baidu, they promote the hospitals of the Pu Ji department for advertising expenses and indirectly murder consumers.
Domestic patients have long complained and hated high-priced medicines and high-priced medical equipment.
Prosthetic limbs are expensive, and they certainly can't escape the infamy.
Investing in the World of Warcraft factory and taking this express train to make a lot of money is the best plan.
Thinking of Li Xiuwen facing the same pressure as a hurricane, and that it was triggered by Wei Zhang himself, Wei Jie felt chilled and had a deeper understanding of the shadows of the swords and swords in the mall.
[Just doing this, no one can guarantee that the power represented by my father will swallow the biggest piece of fat. Also, what if Li Xiuwen comes to a break? ]
Wei Jie thought for a while, and suddenly felt that the result was still unpredictable.