Back To The Age Of The 80s

"Old man, I took the risk of opening the skylight in the headlines tomorrow and stopped the publication. Are you sure that this biologist named Li Zheng is Chinese?" Zhu Xin, editor-in-chief of Xinghua News Agency, a short and chubby Ordinary middle-aged people, the first person who saw him would never think that this person with a rustic smile would be a ministerial official of Hua Guo.

"Don't worry, you can't go wrong. He admitted personally, from Shenzhen City. There is also a grandpa in Huajing. Lao Meng has delayed the relationship with Huajing and is looking for Li Zheng's grandpa. I must have news soon. "Professor Yang on the other end of the phone said affirmatively.

"Well, well, the country is in a difficult time, it just needs inspiring news!"

Zhu Xin circled the office two times excitedly. When he took office, Chief Deng took his hand and told him, Zhu Xin, everyone said that the Xinghua News Agency was another party. The newspaper was a political party. The mouthpiece of the mansion, this view is narrow. News is to transmit positive energy and to provide spiritual support for the reform and progress of the country. It is necessary to let the people see hope and make them believe that the future of the motherland is beautiful!

Zhu Xin went back and forth through the London Daily, New York Times, Tokyo Daily... and other newspapers, and his heart was even more excited.

As a news person, he naturally knows that the praise of Li Zheng by these media is moist. They exaggerated the greatness of Li Zheng to belittle the government of his country. This is a tactic used by foreign media.

But the people don’t know!

As China slowly merged into the world, and the foreign world slowly unfolded before the eyes of the common people, the common people suddenly realized that they were not living as happily as the country advertised, and that foreigners lived much better than them.

This kind of cognition and sense of gap caused the Chinese masses to be completely confused, and even many of them have a tendency to "worship foreigners". Others are stronger than others. It's okay for you to admire others, but it's a bit too much to flatter others.

Zhu Xin pondered the sentence as he paced. He decided to use it as the first news report he wrote personally in 1983!

"Editor-in-chief, people from all departments are here." Secretary Xiao Wang knocked on the door of Zhu Xin's office.

Zhu Xin looked up, "Well, I'll be there soon." He turned around and sorted out the foreign-language newspapers spread over a table, and then quickly walked to the conference room.

There was noisiness in the conference room, especially the old comrades in charge of the publishing work in the society. He almost rushed directly to the editor-in-chief's office when he received the news that Zhu Xin had asked the printing factory to stop printing.

"It's closed now! I want to open the skylight tomorrow. What does Zhu Xin think! No, I have to talk to him." In the workplace in the 1980s, there was no too strict relationship between superiors and seniors. Comrades can yell at their superiors.

When Zhu Xin walked into the door, he was greeted by a star of saliva.

Editor-in-Chief Zhu wiped his face and coughed twice, "It's delayed everyone's off work time. Let's have a short meeting."

He spread out the newspaper in his hand and put it on the conference table.

"What kind of messy bird writing, I don't understand!" The old comrade glanced at the densely packed English letter newspaper, with an expression of disgust on his face.

The international team glanced at him, "This is the Xiangjiang University student named Li Zheng, it's amazing. He is so good-minded and kind. Those foreign media have praised him as a flower. We also reported it two days ago. , Why did you come out and say it again?"

Zhu Xin's gaze swept across the crowd, his two short hands propped on the conference table, his fat body leaning forward slightly.

"Because, this Li Zheng is a Chinese! A Chinese who has developed an original drug!" Zhu Xin almost roared out. His voice fully embodies the full of anger in the fat man. He roared almost the entire corridor. See.

Chinese? ! There was another moment of silence in the conference room, and then the whole room boiled like a pot exploded.

As journalists with a keen sense of smell, everyone present knows what this means!

"Lao Xu, you will be involved in the layout immediately. This will be a long report. You reserve a place. Lao Chen, you contact the printing house and they have to work overtime today. And Lao Zhang, your international team will collect information about The more information about Li Zheng, the better! Xiao Wang, find a way to find Li Zheng’s grandfather in Huajing. Let’s go to our respective positions and try to get our new headlines out before wee hours!"

"it is good."

"Got it."

Everyone responded, and even the old comrade who was in charge of the publication smiled, "Who said that we are inferior to others, take a look, foreign newspapers are praising our young and young in China!"

Everyone laughed and left.

Li Zheng didn't know, he unknowingly brushed a wave of presence in China. The three-day Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference was over. Xu Mingsheng wanted to visit his old friends in Japan, so the Hong Kong University and his party continued to stay in the hotel.

What surprised Li Zheng was that the Chinese scholars did not go back.

The hotel that the Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference cooperates with is a standard four-star hotel, and it is in the center of Tokyo. The price of this day is not cheap.

Regarding the production line, Li Zheng has already contacted the British equipment manufacturer through David. They refused to sell the most advanced production lines. With David’s mediation, the manufacturer promised Li Zheng that he could purchase the second-class production line produced in 1978 under the name of a laboratory.

Although still a little unwilling, this is indeed the best result.

Things can be bought, but how to safely transport them to China is the biggest problem. Li Zheng couldn't help thinking of those two calls last night.

After sleeping all night, the anger in his heart also calmed down a lot. Sometimes thinking about asking people to do things is not better than doing research, and I feel a little arrogant.

"Qian, to be honest, the equipment of the second factory can't produce Xintaikang that will satisfy Pfizer."

Li Zheng walked through the corridor of the hotel. After scanning the conference hall not far away, he found a familiar figure, Chen Anbang.

Li Zheng is more familiar with Chen Anbang than Meng Jiayin.

The old man who was dedicated to the pharmaceutical industry in China, Li Zheng from his previous life and he were both teachers and friends. The relationship between the two is really good.

In this life, Chen Anbang was only in his early thirties, and he was still an energetic young scholar.

"But, you clearly said it's okay! You clearly said..." Qian Zhenye was trembling with anger. He invited him to eat and drink for three or four days. The money he spends on meals every day is enough for a few Chinese to live. Months, now these foreigners have turned their faces in denial!

The foreigner shrugged, "Money, there is a language barrier between us. You may not have heard my statement clearly. We will give you the opportunity to send the information from the second Tianjin medicine factory to Pfizer's qualification evaluation department. It is a pity that C-, Pfizer does not Maybe find a C-rated pharmaceutical factory to be our pharmaceutical foundry."

"You didn't say that! You said it's okay, and you promised that I would give the order to our factory!"

"Sorry, we never said that."

The two sides held different opinions, Chen Anbang looked at Qian Zhenye with bloodshot eyes, and couldn't say what he felt. His wife is an employee of the Second Tianjin Medicine Factory. She described Qian Zhenye as a local emperor, and she said nothing in the factory. Such a person is so complacent in front of these foreigners.

"Teacher Chen, that day, the day you were with Professor Meng, did you hear that too, they promised me. Didn't you?" Qian Zhenye turned his head, tightly grasped Chen Anbang's hand, with hope on his face Asked.

Chen Anbang was dumb, he and Professor Meng didn't go in at all that day, and after a few words with Qian Zhenye, they left. How could he hear his conversation with foreigners.

"Why don't you believe me? They really agreed! Although I have been the director of a pharmaceutical factory for so many years, I graduated from the China Foreign Affairs University. How could I not understand English!"

For four days of food, he also gave these foreigners eight bottles of Moutai and four imported watches. The money sent by the employees has been spent, and he himself posted a lot of it. If this list cannot be obtained, Qian Zhenye really intends to jump on the Huangpu River.

Qian Zhenye's voice is really not small, Li Zheng can still hear clearly, standing three to four meters away.

He hesitated for a few seconds and walked towards the conference hall. Through the unsealed blinds, he clearly saw that a foreigner standing behind his two companions secretly compared Qian Zhenye with a "idiot". Mouth.

Li Zheng frowned suddenly, there must be something tricky in it. He took two steps forward and tapped twice on the door of the conference hall with his knuckles. Before the people in the conference hall could react, Li Zheng pushed in by himself.

According to Chen Anbang's later statement, the moment Li Zheng walked in that day, his aura was two meters eight meters high.

"Li Zheng?" Chen Anbang recognized the person first.

Li Zheng nodded to him, his gaze swept over Qian Zhenye, who suppressed his anger, and finally put his eyes on the foreigners in the conference hall.

"Pfizer people?" Li Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The foreigners looked at each other.

"This person is so familiar."

"Easterns all look the same." They talked briefly, and a slightly older foreigner frowned and said to Li Zheng: "Friend, you are very rude. Yes, we are employees of Pfizer."

Li Zheng sneered, "You are employees of Pfizer, but you are not in the production department. I guess what are you doing in Tokyo, sponsoring the Asian Biopharmaceutical Conference? Or hosting a seminar for an interested scholar meeting?"

In his previous life, he had dealt with pharmaceutical companies for half a lifetime, and he knew too well the crooks in those pharmaceutical companies. Like all large companies, pharmaceutical companies have distinct internal powers and responsibilities. The determination of the foundry is to be evaluated by the production department and then submitted to the upper-level meeting for approval.

The production department determines that foundry manufacturers often need to be screened on site, which is definitely not like the few foreigners in front of them. Looking at the appearance of these foreigners who are above the top and are extremely good at speaking art, Li Zheng guessed that these people should be from the second-level department of Pfizer.

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