Scholars in the courtyard

In an apartment halfway up the mountain, the old man sat in front of the window, looking at the wind that was gradually blowing outside the window through his glasses, and the sound of trembling trees could be heard in his ears.

As if to indicate that the cold is coming.

He put down the pen in his hand gently and looked at the information compiled overnight, with a slight tiredness on his face.

After yawning, the old man took off his glasses, rubbed his left eye vigorously, and a few tears slowly flowed out.

The old man was a little surprised.

Because over the years, the root of the disease left behind in the past has caused his eyesight to continue to recede. In the past, the eye sockets could still be moistened by eye fluid.

But since a few years ago, no matter how hard he rubbed it, no eye fluid came out.

But I didn't expect that after staying up all night, tears would flow from my eyes.

And he also felt that even though he had taken off his glasses now, he could still vaguely see the words Romance of the Three Kingdoms on the bookshelf not far away.

The old man felt something was wrong, so he quickly put on his glasses, then looked at the words on the bookshelf not far away, and then took them off. Although the words were a little blurry, the general outline could be seen.

In an instant, the old man stood up from his chair, looking a little excited.

Then, he got closer to the bookshelf little by little, three meters away, a little blurry.

Two and a half meters tall, you can see the outline of most of the books.

Two meters away, he could actually see some big characters clearly.

At 1.5 meters, even the publishing house under the book can be seen clearly.

"Okay, okay?"

"Can I see it?"

He still couldn't believe it. He took off his glasses and put them on again, comparing them and rubbing his eyes, for fear that this was just a dream.

He thought about his future life and knew the condition of his eyes.

That's why he worked day and night, trying to fulfill his wish before his eyes lost the light.

But now, he suddenly found that his vision was recovering.

No, even if he doesn't need to return to normal, he only needs to maintain the current situation, he will have ten years, or even longer, to fulfill his wish.

Secretary Guo looked at the old man quietly from the side, leaning forward and taking off his glasses, like a child playing.

However, he was someone close to the old man, so he immediately realized something and ran out to call the health doctor over.

After a while, a middle-aged man ran in carrying a medicine box, and then began to check with the cooperation of the old man.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man told the result in surprise.

Then leave and prepare new glasses.

And after learning that his eyesight had indeed recovered a lot, the old man's heart was as sweet as honey.

At this moment, the old man felt that all the fatigue was gone from his body.

At this moment, the old man couldn't wait to pick up the phone and wanted to share the good news with his close comrades.

At this moment, the old man thought of Yang Xiaotao. He felt that this boy was his lucky star.

Guangdong Mansion.

The uncle was sitting on the sofa, playing with the baby in his arms.

The baby is fat and white, with a pair of big eyes that take up half of his face. His mouth opens and closes from time to time. He is not afraid of everything outside and laughs from time to time.

On the side, Tang Mingyue was packing up documents.

However, her eyes looked over from time to time, staying on the child for a moment, and then returned to her work.

Whenever she is tired from work and looks at her children, she feels a little stronger in her body.

"Hey, these fingers are covered with honey, they are so delicious."

The uncle suddenly smiled and saw the child in his arms stuffing his hands into his mouth, like a small fist, and couldn't help but smile and take his arms away.

Ah~ Yeah! ! !

His hand was taken away and there was nothing in his mouth. The child immediately made a dissatisfied sound, which immediately made the old man laugh.

Even Tang Mingyue lowered her head and smiled.

She had known for a long time that her child was not only physically stronger than other children of the same age, but also mentally stronger than other children of the same age.

He stayed up all day and just played with his eyes wide open.

The only bad thing is that he eats too much and gets into trouble when he's not full.

Fortunately, I have enough food reserves.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that when we were chatting before, Ran Qiuye seemed to have said that their children were better eaters.

Is this genetic?

Ring ring ring

Just when Tang Mingyue was lost in thought, the phone on the table suddenly rang. She glanced at it and saw that it was a red phone. Then she stood up and walked aside to take the child from her uncle's arms and carried her out of the office.

The uncle nodded, then walked to the chair and sat down, picking up the ringing phone.

"Hey, which one?"

"Oh, haha, why do you have time to call me?"

The uncle heard that it was the old man who called and smiled happily.

"I told you what a good boy."

On the other end of the phone, the old man said that his eyesight had recovered to some extent, and the uncle was happy for him.

"By the way, I've met the boy you mentioned. He's very good."

The uncle knew he was talking about Yang Xiaotao, so he asked, "Where is the best place?"

"Haha, everywhere is good."

"I invited him to dinner last night, and then we talked about the situation of the special forces. This guy's opinions coincided with some of my ideas."

"By the way, he also mentioned some useful things, such as armored vehicles and night vision devices. These have been made, but some are still under research."

"I think if his research is successful, it will be of great help to the development of armaments."

The uncle held the microphone and listened quietly, filled with the old man's praises.

After the old man finished speaking, the uncle smiled and said, "You said he was so good. If he knew, his tail would not be raised to the sky."

The old man's laughter also came over, "Excellence is excellence, we have to admit the objective facts."

The uncle shook his head helplessly, "Yes, excellence is excellence, but you have to keep an eye on it, otherwise your tail will go up to the sky and you will easily get into trouble."

Speaking of this, the uncle thought of Tang Mingyue and the child. This will also be a problem in the future.

"By the way, how is the situation over there? I heard from Xiao Han that there is a lot of pressure on foreign trade recently?"

The uncle hummed after hearing this, and then said, "Not only here, but as far as I know, there is also a lot of pressure in the Northwest Alliance countries."

"I think there should be someone behind this manipulating the market, or even more than one party."

The old man snorted coldly, "It goes without saying that the alliance in the northwest has always called the shots. Without their signal, those alliances would have made no profit?"

"Yes, this is what we are worried about. If both parties cooperate, our situation will become increasingly difficult."

After the uncle finished speaking, the old man said, "No, even if the two parties cooperate, it will only be temporary."

"They seem to be inseparable, but their interests are entangled, and there is a war in Annan. It is destined that their cooperation will not last long."

The old man gave his own judgment.

"I know this, but we have just made some progress. If we are suppressed, it will be very detrimental to the construction of the national economy."

The uncle habitually took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, opened it, took out one and lit it, "Old Chen has already mentioned to me that the domestic economy has shown an upward trend under the stimulation of foreign exchange."

"Especially civilian products and current medicines have played a leading role."

"If these are resisted by the other party, it will inevitably affect the development trend."

When the old man heard what his uncle said, he had no good solution.

Unless there is a new way out, this pattern can be broken.

But will the other party give you this way out?

The two were silent for a moment, and the uncle asked about the other person's physical condition, and then ended the call.

After hanging up the phone, the uncle stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, his brows gradually knitting together.

The timing of the opponent's attack was perfect, and the degree of control was just right.

It neither kills you with a stick nor gives you sufficient market. It is like a rope gradually tightening, and the final result is to tie the door of foreign exchange.

Knowing that someone was causing trouble behind this, Han Xuanfeng proposed to close the Peninsula Hospital in order to break the other party's conspiracy.

But this method of killing one thousand enemies and damaging one's own eight hundred was rejected by him.

The reason is simple. The country needs foreign exchange and supplies.

Even if it’s just a little bit, it’s something you’ve earned.

And when the other party sees this, they will compress and approach step by step.

Starting from Xiaoli’s rice cooker, it has crowded the Southeast Asian market.

Nowadays, the trend of disinfectants promoted abroad is also changing, and a new round of "science popularization" is underway, with the purpose of eliminating the influence of plum blossom detoxification liquid.

He even thought that if the other party had a way to cure the disease, he would probably discredit Peninsula Hospital as an evil existence.

The uncle suddenly laughed at himself, and then felt helpless.

After a long time, when the cigarette butt burned to the end and the smoke was blown away by the wind outside the window, the uncle let out a sigh.

"Now, we need something to break the situation."

Forty-Nine City, Red Star Pharmaceutical Factory.

Bai Jingshu sat in the office, holding the new report and looking at it carefully.

In front of her, Gong Xiangjun, Wang Zichun and several workshop directors stood aside with solemn expressions.

At this time, a group of people came over early, waiting for Bai Jingshu to make a decision.

"Director, you said we have to wait for Director Yang to come back before making a decision, but Mr. Yang is on a business trip and we don't know when he will come back. Is it possible that we have to wait forever?"

Gong Xiangjun said eagerly from the side, and several directors behind him nodded.

Their purpose is simple, that is, to push out the produced medicinal wine as soon as possible to earn more foreign exchange for the country.

Secondly, they have personally experienced the effect of this thing. To be honest, the effect is very good.

So, I just want to push it out quickly so that more male and female compatriots can benefit.

Ahem

It is to better support revolutionary births and revolutionary construction.

But this thing has been made, and there is a lot of stock in inventory, but their factory director Bai just doesn't agree to put it on the market.

Among them, the specific willingness is naturally clear.

Hearing Gong Xiangjun's words, Bai Jingshu did not react, but continued to look at the material report.

At this time, Wang Zichun, who was also the deputy director of the factory, shook his head secretly.

Unlike Gong Xiangjun, he was promoted from a chemical factory and was responsible for workshop production.

Gong Xiangjun was brought by Bai Jingshu to be responsible for logistics work.

So he understood that he was able to become the deputy director because of the machinery factory behind him.

And in this machinery factory, besides Yang Xiaotao, who else can make the final decision?

After hearing what a few people said, Wang Zichun didn't speak, but just glanced at Gong Xiangjun and the others.

These guys have been a little out of their minds recently. They have to tell Mr. Yang about such a big matter.

You must know that the formula of this medicinal wine was provided by Mr. Yang, and the idea was also proposed by Mr. Yang, including how to implement it. Mr. Yang had participated in it.

Now that things are done, it's good for them, but they actually want to open up to Mr. Yang and pick the fruits themselves?

If this reaches Mr. Yang’s ears, what will Mr. Yang think?

I didn't complete this task well.

"Okay, I will ask my superiors for instructions on this matter."

"Don't think too much about other things."

Bai Jingshu put down the information, glanced at Gong Xiangjun, and finally stopped at Wang Zichun, speaking seriously.

Wang Zichun saw this and knew that the superior was the head office of the machinery factory.

He thought to himself that as expected, after several incidents, Director Bai had become more tactful in handling affairs.

Gong Xiangjun wanted to say more after hearing this, but he saw Bai Jingshu looking up at him, his eyes were full of indifference.

Seeing this, Gong Xiangjun kept his words in his heart and could only nod silently.

After everyone left the office, Bai Jingshu sighed, "Boss Yang, where are you now?"