Back To The Age Of The 80s

"Mr. Li Zheng is young and wise. He is the most gracious scholar I have ever met." When Mr. Smith was interviewed by American TV, he praised Li Zheng with praise and praise.

He described in detail the fact that Li Zheng voluntarily gave up all commercial interests in carbapenem antibiotics, and portrayed Li Zheng as a great biologist who respects patents and treats money like clouds.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye in the circle can understand that Smith did this entirely to make Li Zheng abandon the commercial interests of carbapenem antibiotics, so as to prevent Li Zheng from turning back.

But ordinary people don’t know that, under the brainwashing of Hollywood American heroism, the American people admire this kind of noble character, dedication and sacrifice.

So the words "Li Zheng" quickly echoed throughout the entire American Republic. Even in a certain TV interview, some people said that if their president could respect the rules and have the spirit of dedication and sacrifice like Li Zheng, the United States would Tomorrow will be better.

Li Zheng, who has been labelled a great person by the friendly American people, has recently been so busy that he has no time to drink a sip of water.

Dismissing a wave of speculators, Li Zheng poured a glass of cold water.

"I got in touch with the professor at Huajing, and the production line was divided into three parts and shipped to the three ports of Xiamen, Ningbo, and Tianjin, and then sent to Huajing Academy of Sciences by land."

Speaking of this incident, Rao is as calm as Li Zheng, and he can't help but feel a little excited. China in the 1980s was like a dry sponge, trying hard to absorb technical experience from various advanced countries.

However, these developed countries have packed this sponge in a dry glass bottle to isolate it far away, making it impossible to break free.

In Li Zheng's last life, he heard the seniors in the research institute talk about such a thing. During a state visit, the Chinese general was invited to visit the advanced fighter planes of a certain major country.

Because it has not yet been officially put into use, the fighter plane is surrounded by red ropes. The scene of the Chinese admiral holding the red rope in one hand and looking inward with his feet upside down was filmed by reporters from a certain country. The laughing stock of the world.

Later, when the admiral returned to China and talked about this matter, his face was bitter, "My face is small, I just want to take a look, take a look more, this look can save our scientists a few years of detours. Let Hua Guo be less bullied for a few years!"

This shows that China in this era wants to learn and develop its firm determination.

Huaqing University Teaching Building

Huaqing University, one of the two most famous institutions of higher learning in China. Unlike the relaxed and soothing atmosphere of Xiangjiang University, the students of Huaqing University come and go in a hurry. They look resolute and walk firm.

"Professor Meng! Xiangjiang is calling!" Chen Anbang excitedly rushed into Meng's office, his face was full of blushes caused by excitement, "Production line! The production line of Scitor! I have agreed with Li Zheng. The production line was divided into three parts and sent to the three ports of Xiamen, Ningbo, and Tianjin. I greeted my local friends, but I think the customs side..."

Lao Meng was reading the newspaper word by word while wearing reading glasses. When he heard Chen Anbang's words, he patted the table suddenly, his face full of excitement.

"confirmed?"

"I'm sure! Liang's boat is here."

"Hahaha, good! Good!" Elder Meng paced back and forth in the office excitedly, "Xiao Zhao has a good nephew, go, come with me to the teacher's place!"

Lao Meng's teacher, a leading figure in Chinese biology, Lao Liu couldn't help but laugh at the news.

"Good, good, you guys contact Xiangjiang, and leave the rest to me!"

The news that Sculpt's production line is about to arrive in China has slowly spread among the upper-level circles of China, and the name Li Zheng has once again appeared on the desks of various heavyweight leaders.

Zhao Mu found that his office had begun to become lively, and people ran to his office door in two or three days, looking at himself like a panda.

When Huajing received the news, Li Zheng and Liang Zhe also got on the car to the warehouse. Because of the sensitivity of this matter, neither Li Zheng nor Liang Zhe wanted a third person to know.

and so……

"Are you driving?" Li Zheng glanced at Liang Zhe suspiciously. It was not that he underestimated him, he had never seen Liang Zhe drive himself.

Liang Zhe glanced at Li Zheng dissatisfiedly, and sat in the driver's seat silently. It's true that he hasn't driven for a long time, but... Liang Zhe fiddled with the steering wheel, he is a driver's license!

However, it turns out that Li Zheng's worries were not unreasonable. When Liang Zhe ran into the van in front to avoid a puppy, Li Zheng helplessly rubbed his eyebrows.

He glanced at Shen Rushui sitting in the driver's seat, obviously not intending to move Liang Zhe, and resigned himself to get out of the car.

Those who got off the van were acquaintances.

Sister Qiao and his husband and another middle-aged couple.

The woman cursed at once, "Can you drive? We stopped in front of the sidewalk. Why did we bump into it suddenly? It was a female driver who was driving."

Li Zheng turned his head subconsciously, just in time to see Liang Zhe getting out of the driver's seat with a black face.

"Yeah, it's a man, this technique is not as good as a woman's!"

Liang Zhe's face darkened.

When Li Zheng saw this, the depression in his heart caused by the accident was swept away, he patted Liang Zhe's shoulder comfortingly, and he was about to negotiate.

But he found that his clothes were caught.

Liang Zhe shook his head at him, then passed Li Zheng and walked to the front of Sister Qiao's group.

It's just that before he could speak, the woman suddenly became angry when she saw Liang Zhe's expression.

"Oh, you crashed into our car, and you shook your face to show it to someone. If you lose money, you must lose money!"

"How much?" Liang Zhe's expression eased a little, since it can be solved with money, it is not a trouble.

The woman secretly looked at Liang Zhe's clothes and the Mercedes-Benz cross-country he drove, and muttered "rich man."

"One thousand yuan," she said tentatively.

Her husband pulled her sleeves, apparently thinking that his wife's price was too unreasonable.

Without raising his eyelids, Liang Zhe reached into his pocket.

One second...two seconds...

Liang Zhe's expression slowly became serious, and he turned and walked quickly to the driver's seat.

"You don't want to go back on the bill, but I have written down your license plate number. Even if you run away now, I will go to ASIR to report the crime." Seeing Liang Zhe turned around, the woman ran to the front of Liang Zhe's car. Shouted and shouted.

Liang Zhe's brows were frowned into a word "Chuan", and the breath of "I'm very unhappy" exuded all over his body.

Liang Zhe is not the rich second generation who does not eat the fireworks. He carries cash with him. But because he came out with Li Zheng today, he changed his clothes specially, so there is no money and no card. There is only a replacement button given by the clothes in his pocket.

He turned over the cabinet of the overturned car and didn't have any money...

"Sister-in-law, forget it. I know this little gentleman, or it's because of my face..." Sister Qiao said suddenly.

The woman called the sister-in-law sneered, "Face, younger sister, your face is worth a thousand yuan?" The woman couldn't see Sister Qiao from her heart, a stowaway, how could she live like this if she didn't rely on her brother Days.

Sister Qiao’s face turned pale for a while, and she forced a smile, "Sister-in-law, maybe it’s cheaper." The corner store where Sister Qiao and their husband and wife opened is the sister-in-law’s dowry. How could my sister's firecracker temper endure this woman for so long!

The woman glanced at Sister Qiao, "Eight hundred, can't be lower."

Li Zheng, who just gave up the commercial interests of tens of billions of drugs...

Liang Zhe, the helm of the Liang family, known as the largest landlord in Xiangjiang...

"Or, let's write an IOU." Li Zheng said embarrassedly.

The woman was still unwilling. Sister Qiao said, she never reluctantly took out a blank paper from the car and wrote in crooked handwriting:

Today, Liang Zhe and Li Zheng owe Xu Jindi 800 Xiangjiang coins, which must be paid within three days. February 27, 1983

"Sign! Press your handprint!" Xu Jindi turned a red inkpad out of nowhere.

Li Zheng...

Liang Zhe...

After this episode, Li Zheng, who was back in the car, couldn't help holding his stomach and laughed. Liang Zhe's back ears seemed to drip bleeding. He held the steering wheel solemnly, and stared forward without blinking. , Dare not be distracted anymore.

That IOU is definitely the biggest black history of Mr. Liang's life.

Li Zheng put his hand on the car window, holding his head to look at Liang Zhe's profile.

Liang Zhe looks very good-looking, not the good-looking custard niche of later generations, but a kind of sharp and angular handsome. Li Zheng's heart is itchy, watching Liang Zhe squeeze his mouth into a straight line, he has a way of wanting to scratch with his hands The impulse of Liang Zhe's jaw.

"Here." Without waiting for Li Zheng to put it into practice, he drove across a path in front of a residential building and walked around into a factory.

This is a cosmetics factory under the name of Liang. The factory area is very large, and the factories that are not too high are scattered all over the factory area, which has a unique beauty.

"Mr. Liang!" The person in charge of the factory ran over as soon as he received the news of Daben entering the factory.

Liang Zhe frowned, then threw the car key to him, and said, "It's fine for me." He completely regarded him as a parking boy.

The two passed through the central factory building, Liang Zhe pointed to the warehouse not far away with a canopy, "That's it."

There was a slight invisible excitement on Liang Zhe's always expressionless face. He looked like a child offering treasures. He quickly stepped forward, opened the door, and stood in front of the door, looking at Li Zheng expectantly.

"It's inside."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Xiao Liang: I haven't appeared for a long time.

Long fish: Is there? I always remember you!

Mr. Xiao Liang: Ha ha, no little angels remind you to remember me?

Long fish: Oh...