Despite Rachel's disdain for the Emmanuel and Baxter, as the president of Wealthwave Group, she still had to prioritize her business and put her company first.
However, she was worried about what kind of outrageous demands they might make. "How can we get our drug into the hospital?"
Emmanuel looked around the empty coffee house. It was early in the morning, and they were the only customers there.
Relieved that there was no one else around, he said, "Your drug is too cheap for the hospital to make much money. In fact, it's not a big problem if the hospital doesn't make money, but we can't not make any money."
Rachel immediately understood that they wanted a bribe.
Her direct approach seemed to be making progress. "If you two can help our company, we won't let you suffer. How much are we talking about?"
Emmanuel smiled and said, "From now on, let's just say one or two words, no more." As he spoke, he held up a hand and waved it at Rachel.
500 thousand dollars?
Rachel frowned slightly. The price of the new drug wasn't high, and 500 thousand dollars would wipe out a year's profit.
But in order to get into the hospitals and break into the market, she decided to give up a year's profit. "I can do 500 thousand dollars."
Emmanuel shook his head. He wasn't interested in a measly 500 thousand dollars. He wanted five million dollars.
Rachel was confused to see him shaking his head. It wasn't 500 thousand dollars?
Her expression turned grim. Five million dollars in bribes would mean losing ten years of profit for this drug in this hospital alone.
She found it quite hard to believe. "Five million dollars?"
Emmanuel nodded. He insisted on short responses to avoid any incriminating recordings. Things were still clear enough even if he just said a few words, and if they happened to be recorded, the conversation would be too abrupt to be considered admissible evidence.
He had consulted a lawyer, who'd recommended this tactic.
"Yes!"
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