Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

May 1, 1985.

There was no atmosphere of the May Day holiday. Yang Rui got up early and pedaled his bicycle to the committee meeting in Haidian District. After a while, he blended into the vast army of bicycles.

The streets of Beijing @Beijing are wide and flat, and the main street is full of roads ten to twenty meters wide. Even so, there are almost no roads left for cars to pass through during commuting hours. Thousands of laborers , one bicycle per person, to ensure that the road is twice as wide, and it can be full.

It was not the first time for Yang Rui to go out by bicycle, but it was the first time for him to travel with the army of office workers in time for work.

He looked around curiously and tried hard to control the balance of the bicycle. However, his curiosity was quickly worn away by the traffic jam and replaced by a deep aversion to the traffic jam.

For example, the annoyance index of being in a traffic jam in a car is 1, the annoyance index of being in a traffic jam in a bus is 2, the annoyance of driving a car with automatic transmission is 3, and the annoyance of being in a traffic jam in a manual car is 1 4. If you encounter traffic jams while riding a bicycle, you will directly report to 4321.

Not only was Yang Rui bored, but the people around him were also sweating, chattering and swearing endlessly.

In particular, the representatives of the working class who wore all kinds of factory uniforms were out of rhythm and characteristic.

The traffic lights ahead seem very close, but they flash faster. The red light seems to last forever, and the green light seems to be off as soon as it is on.

Yang Rui saw that at least two groups of people would be needed to cross this intersection, so he couldn't help but look around, and found a kind-hearted person chatting nonsense, "Are you going to work normally today? Is it so congested here every day?"

"How can it be so congested normally? Didn't everyone come out today?" A cadre with four pockets was half a car behind Yang Rui. He was tired of waiting, and when he saw someone chatting with him, he immediately opened the chat box , said: "If there is such a traffic jam, I have to get up half an hour earlier. I heard that the government has already implemented a plan to restrict traffic, saying that it is to put a license plate on bicycles and divide them into odd and even numbers. Bicycles with odd numbers should not come out if they have even numbers. Take the bus and relieve stress. At that time, I guess it won't be like this?"

"Odd-numbered bikes are restricted, and even-numbered bikes can't get out."

"Can't you still buy 4 bicycles for your family?"

"There must be someone who can afford it."

"Ride it if you can afford it, but usually there are not so many people."

Yang Rui asked strangely: "Today is not Labor Day,

There are more people? "

The cadres in the four pockets looked at Yang Rui even more strangely, and said: "Just go to work. Labor Day, what is Labor Day, is labor. By the way, you are also a unit organization, where are you going?"

Yang Rui, who was still immersed in the concept of the May Day holiday, thought for a moment and said, "Haidian District."

"doing what?"

"It's about sanitation." Yang Rui had no choice but to explain indiscriminately.

"Street sanitation? It's okay. We've been miserable this year. We've contracted roadside trees and brushed lime on them. It's dirty and tiring. The leader who gnawed at us sold us again." The cadres in four pockets were also anxiously waiting, Also couldn't help but scolded.

Yang Rui couldn't help laughing: "You want to lime the tree, don't you wear a set of work clothes?"

"Change when you arrive. There are meetings before work and after work. It doesn't look good to wear dirty clothes. Besides, not everyone does limewashing. There are always people who do logistics and carry bags for the leaders, right? Dog? The leader who gnaws..."

With this four-pocket cadre starting, the boring people who waited spontaneously held a leadership scolding competition.

Yang Rui listened for about ten minutes before finally getting past the traffic lights.

When he was approaching the committee's office building, the rolling traffic dispersed to form a single green bicycle. Yang Rui parked the car in the parking shed at the door as usual, picked up a shoulder bag, and walked inside.

Compared with the committees of other scientific research institutions, the GMP committee, which undertakes more important tasks, is obviously superior, especially with its own office building, which cannot be compared with other loose committees.

As usual, there were people from the pharmaceutical factory waiting in front of the office building. When they saw Yang Rui, they greeted him warmly.

Yang Rui also nodded with a smile, but didn't stop, and went straight to his office.

It was only after Yang Rui came to this office building that he realized why Professor Cai strongly recommended him to enter. As a newcomer with no unit and no profound academic background, what the GMP committee can provide to Yang Rui is stable and continuously accumulating power.

In just a few weeks, Yang Rui received ten times as many dinner invitations as before.

In less than a month, when everyone mentions Yang Rui again, he has become a member of the GMP committee, and no one will say such things as students.

The only thing that is a little troublesome is the relationship between people.

The domestic economic environment is steadily improving, but if there is any industry that has always been doing very well, it is none other than pharmaceutical factories.

Although the current medicines are cheap, they are not particularly cheap. If you look at the per capita salary, there is a limit to how little you can get. However, for pharmaceutical companies, the most important part is that the proportion of medical treatment at public expense is very high, and urban residents can even achieve reimbursement of more than 80% of medical expenses. As a result, the sales of medicines are very large.

Moreover, unlike other industries, the added value of the pharmaceutical industry is very high. Even if it is an old drug half a century ago, such as sulfonamide, or penicillin 30 years ago, its technical content and added value are not small township factories. What can be compared, coupled with the natural policy and industrial threshold, makes the domestic pharmaceutical factories have always been very comfortable in terms of operation.

However, there are no real comfortable enterprises in China. The natural enemy of pharmaceutical companies is the Ministry of Health, and various agencies under the Ministry of Health. Among them, the newly established GMP committee is in control of their lives.

Different from similar pharmaceutical production management organizations abroad, although the domestic GMP committee is an advisory body, its power is astonishing, because no official from the Ministry of Health dares to give the pharmaceutical factory the right after the GMP committee has issued a clear document. Covering up, this kind of risk is something that senior cadres are not willing to touch at all.

Coupled with the professional nature of pharmaceutical production, the official documents issued by the GMP committee have always only been stamped in the office, and will become the imperial decree on the head of the pharmaceutical factory.

Whether a drug can be put into production, whether a drug under production can continue to be produced, whether a pharmaceutical factory can expand its output, and the extent of mistakes made by some problematic pharmaceutical factories all need to be filtered by the GMP committee.

In essence, the GMP committee has become a safety valve for officials of the Ministry of Health. Almost all risky decisions are thrown to the GMP committee by officials.

From the perspective of the members of the GMP committee, it is also a good deal to gain huge power by taking some risks.

Beyond that, making major decisions that affect the lives of many people, based on one's profession and practice, is somewhat addictive.

Even Yang Rui couldn't control the temptation.

So much so that he spends 10 hours or even 20 hours a week on the GMP committee, and he doesn't feel bored or wasting time.

In fact, since Yang Rui entered the GMP committee, the morale of the researchers in the ion channel laboratory and Huarui laboratory has been greatly improved, which seems to partially offset Yang Rui's efforts.

Like all committee members, Yang Rui's exclusive office is about 10 square meters. There is not much space for a desk and chair, plus a long sofa.

From the point of view of the 21st century, such an office can be called simple, but in 1985 in Sijiu City, such an office can be called luxurious, even better than the offices of the officials of the Ministry of Health.

Yang Rui threw the shoulder bag on the desk, dragged out the wash stand from behind the door, poured hot water on it, and began to wash his hands and face.

The washing stand is a shelf made of thick wire hoops. There is a large ring at the height of half a person, which can just fit a washbasin. Behind the big ring is a small thin iron frame, which is convenient for hanging towels. The better ones are naturally carved and painted, and the simpler ones are like three-dimensional pencil drawings, so it doesn't matter.

The washstand in Yang Rui's office is very simple, but every morning, someone will fill the washbasin with cold water in advance and put a pot of hot water under the washstand.

When Yang Rui arrived, he could easily wash his hands by mixing the hot water into the cold water.

After he finished washing, there was no need to pour out the dirty water. Naturally, representatives from the pharmaceutical factory would clean up and clean up the committee members in the building.

In the first few days, Yang Rui was not used to this kind of treatment, but now, he can't do without these representatives of the pharmaceutical factory.

After all, in the age when there was no running water or water heaters, it was very convenient for someone to serve you.

Yang Rui tidied up, sat behind the desk, and opened the file box on the desktop with his key. In the box are the documents to be read today. Most of the time, they are tasks assigned by the committee, and there are inevitably various political studies.

The GMP committee is a model learned from the West, with a total of 32 members, but most of the tasks and decisions are not decided by all members, but are completed by a non-fixed group of three or five.

This saves the energy of the committee members, and enhances the power of the committee members from another aspect. The difference from the officials is that the powers of the commissioners have increased, and the responsibilities have also increased accordingly.

Officials can easily use the GMP committee as a safety valve, but the committee members can only use their own knowledge as safety valve.

Boom.

There were two knocks on the door, and someone pushed the door in and said with a smile, "Commissioner Yang, I brought some hot water."

Yang Rui looked up, smiled and said "thank you".

The person who entered was Feng Manrong, the representative of Jingxi Pharmaceutical Factory. With a smile on her face all the time, she quickly helped Yang Rui change the hot water bottle, scrubbed the washbasin which was already clean, and took the washbasin away with one hand.

After a while, Feng Manrong brought back the clean washbasin, scrubbed the washstand again, and lightly sprinkled some water on the ground.

The floor is concrete, which is prone to dust.

Yang Rui thanked you again.

Feng Manrong smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a matter of little effort."

"It has lightened a lot of my workload." Yang Rui said with a smile, "I'm going home now, and I don't even know how to work."

"That's easy to handle. I'm free every week, three or five, why don't I help you scrub it. I'm quick, and I can fix it in 20 to 30 minutes." Feng Manrong gave an extremely enthusiastic answer.

Yang Rui shook his head quickly: "No need, I have to exercise."

"I remembered when you said that. Committee Member Yang likes sports. Let me ask, have you ever played tennis?"

Yang Rui raised his head in surprise and said, "I know a little bit."

"Our factory happens to have a tennis court. If Committee Member Yang is free, why not come and play." Feng Manrong glanced at Yang Rui, and said, "Our factory director specially invited professional tennis players from the sports team to be coaches and sparring partners. Very convenient."

"It's so powerful." As far as Yang Rui knows, the cost of playing tennis is low. Not to mention courts and rackets, it is not cheap to prepare dozens or even hundreds of tennis balls at one go, but a pocket of tennis balls is basically cheap. Necessary for practicing serve.

In addition, tennis has less popularity and audience in China than bowling.

Feng Manrong handed over her business card with a smile, and said with a smile: "It's not great, our factory manager likes to play, and we just found an open space. If you have time, call me and I'll help you arrange it. Anyway, if it's vacant, it's vacant."

Yang Rui took the business card, and Feng Manrong said goodbye knowingly.

The door closes.

Yang Rui thought for a while, then took out all the documents in the file box, and checked the units submitted for review one by one.

The title of the last letter was indeed "Jingxi General Pharmaceutical Factory".

"The public relations are really fast." Yang Rui thought so, and opened the file casually.

For the next three minutes, Yang Rui was in deep shock.

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