Every day is one step closer to reality

Thinking about how to store fat, Feng Yi and Xiao Geng left the laboratory and returned to the office again.

Before leaving, Yue Gengyang received a message, raised his brows, and made a low "Oh" sound, with unknown meaning.

Obviously, the message he just received made him quite emotional, and at the same time he had a lot of thoughts.

"Is something wrong?" Feng Yi asked.

Feng Yi didn't ask about the content of the information, he just asked casually and then planned to leave.

As an important manager of the Ancestral Factory, Xiao Geng is indeed busy with affairs, and Feng Yi does not want to waste his time here.

This person is helping to make money!

It’s true that time is money!

However, Xiao Geng did not ignore this message and replied: "Oh, nothing else, it's just that the situation of one of my good brothers doesn't seem to be very good."

"Good brother?" Feng Yi was slightly surprised.

Based on his understanding of Yue Gengyang, a big businessman, this title is not ordinary.

Seeing Feng Yi's doubts, Yue Gengyang explained: "We have been friends in the shopping mall for many years and have deep feelings."

Deep feelings ≈ wide interests

The friendship is indeed deep enough.

Very good, this is very Yue Gengyang.

"There is not much problem in applying for the accompanying quota of the Butterfly Plan, but there are still some other concerns, so you have to prepare in advance." Xiao Geng said.

When the Butterfly Project was mentioned, Feng Yi took it seriously and was not in a hurry to leave. He sat down and continued to listen to Xiao Geng's analysis.

"For example?" Feng Yi waited for answers.

“For example, the experience of watching a drill.”

When facing Feng Yi, Yue Gengyang did not use tricks or appetizers, but simply talked to Feng Yi clearly.

"As non-investors, we will definitely appear weak among the invited guests this time." Yue Gengyang pointed at himself and Feng Yi, "We are a very weak party."

Feng Yi had a serious face, nodded, and accepted Yue Gengyang's statement.

Ancestral Factory = Disadvantaged Groups

Nothing wrong.

Even after submitting the quota to watch the exercise, I was worried about being called back, and had to do a lot of work secretly. Weak indeed.

At this moment, the world's top pharmaceutical giants, the most famous people in power and the most core people behind the scenes are all labeling themselves as "weak". Steadyly.

"As a weak party, we have to attract more allies. When the time comes, we can have someone to help us when we express our opinions, and we will not be looked down upon. In total, my good brothers should also have received this card." Yue Gengyang pinched the card with his fingers. A card with a butterfly pattern.

"Among these good brothers are the original investors of the Butterfly Project, some who entered the market later, and a few others who are similar to us, have been on the sidelines, but are also invited. Next, I will deepen the relationship with them. Camaraderie.”

Thinking of the dinner and afternoon tea scheduled with several royal heirs of a certain country next week, I felt that the wording was inaccurate, so Xiao Geng added: "To deepen the friendship between brothers and sisters."

Feng Yi looked over.

Xiao Geng: "For business entertainment, apart from money, I have no interest in anything else. Well, that's probably the situation."

Professionals do professional things, Xiao Geng is a capable person, Feng Yi will not point fingers at this.

Feng Yi also understood what Xiao Geng wanted to say. Next, Xiao Geng probably wanted to maintain multiple relationships, and also hinted at the whereabouts of certain special drugs.

Xiao Geng whispered: "Some of my old friends are old and not in good health. Even if they receive an invitation from the Butterfly Project, they may not be able to go there in person. This is not possible. I and the younger generation over there We haven't gotten along yet, old friends, please hold on for a little while, at least for half a year... You have to hold on for another half year no matter what."

Some of the specially coded drugs in the core laboratory are not magic drugs. They cannot rejuvenate an old and dying person. They only stimulate life for a longer or shorter time according to the patient's physical condition, but they are almost It's a one-time event, and the average person's body cannot withstand a second bottoming stimulus.

If used well, it can last for half a year, or even a little longer.

Feng Yi thought about the project map he saw today, the progress of each research and the situation of the production line, and said: "Social responsibility must also be paid attention to."

"Of course, we have never taken this aspect lightly."

Compared with the Butterfly Project, Yue Gengyang paid more attention to the "world's only supplier" in front of him and answered the related work in this area very seriously.

"Drug safety, public welfare assistance, environmental protection and energy conservation, business order... we pay great attention to it in normal times, and we will not relax during such an important period."

How many packs of jackals, tigers, leopards and hyenas coveted the behemoth of the Ancestral Factory. How could Yue Gengyang give it a chance?

All aspects of work will be done well and no opportunities will be left to chance.

He just likes to see those people who are envious, jealous, and helpless!

We are in the hot seat here!

"Now the focus is on technical research and limiting the market, otherwise we would not be so weak." Yue Gengyang sighed.

Feng Yi was helpless. He really couldn't provide much help in terms of technology.

The two important figures in the Ancestral Factory sat at the desk and once again lamented their own weakness.

Afterwards, Feng Yi left the headquarters of Zuzu Factory and returned to Yangcheng.

Yue Gengyang was sitting in the office, thinking about his next move.

Some of the drugs with different numbers from each project team in the laboratory can be mass-produced, some cannot, and some have extremely low yields. Even if Feng Yi assists, it will not change this dilemma. The technical problem may not be just one link, but multiple links.

With the operation of the huge machine of the Ancestral Factory, the continuous innovation of technology and the solution of problems, some costs will decrease, while others will still maintain an extremely high standard.

Comprehensive research and development costs, production costs and various factors, from grassroots people to craftsmen in powerful countries, to political and financial officials, Ancestral Factory has corresponding business strategies.

For example, the research and development costs of some drugs have been recovered, and there is room for price reduction, and they have successfully entered the domestic medical insurance system. And some drugs are far from that.

Drugs with various numbers flashed through Yue Gengyang's mind, as well as the information in his hands. Then contacted a trusted subordinate.

The latest batch of less than ten specially numbered medicines was put into a storage box and flown to all directions under the escort of special personnel assigned by Yue Gengyang.

Some fly to Beijing or other cities, and some fly to foreign countries.

For example, a certain oil-rich country, such as the N city on the other side of the sea that Feng Yi has been to... crosses the land plate and travels across the ocean.

A certain country, a private medical institution.

This is a hospital chosen by celebrities from all walks of life. The atmosphere inside and outside the hospital today is a bit unusual. Located in the suite ward on the high floor, an old man named Li is being treated here.

As the country's top tycoon in the financial sector, Mr. Li owns hundreds of companies in dozens of countries and regions around the world, and his social status is also extraordinary.

I have been taking the sky-high price medicine for half a month, and I am in a coma most of the time. But when I am awake, important arrangements have been made, and the turmoil caused by death should be kept within a controllable range.

Today is the last treatment and the last work. Mr. Li bids farewell to his family. After that, this old man who once dominated the business world will say goodbye to his era completely.

Family members from old to young were waiting outside, waiting to see him one last time and then send him away.

Even the illegitimate children of the third and fourth generations, who usually kept a low profile, showed up at this time.

The will has already been made, but not everyone is satisfied and wants to seize the opportunity to fight for more.

The expression was solemn, sad and reluctant, and he was restrained and did not say a word.

Mr. Li's life secretary stood in a corner and observed these people.

Real and fake emotions are mixed together, and it is difficult to distinguish which ones are sincere and which ones are fake. It’s also hard to say which ones will turn from true to false and false to true.

After working for this family for so many years, I have seen too much, so it’s not surprising.

In addition to relatives, there are other people standing guard in the ward as representatives. Mr. Li is also called differently, such as "President", "Director", "Chairman", "Chairman" and so on.

Government officials from the country also sent people to the scene.

At this time, many reporters were squatting outside the hospital. They had finished writing different versions of the manuscript, and they were waiting for the hospital's movements to choose which manuscript to publish immediately.

A car sped by. Inside were Mr. Li's grandson and granddaughter who were studying abroad. They all rushed back after hearing the news. When they got out of the car, their eyes were red and there were tears in their eyes.

The reporters rushed over like sharks that smelled something fishy.

In response to this, several people who got off the bus were very emotional:

"I don't care about press freedom, get out!"

"Security, drive them away! Drive them away!"

"I don't want to see another reporter here in five minutes!"

In the excitement, in addition to the reporters and onlookers here, even the dogs passing by were scolded, and an uncontrollable conflict almost broke out.

After scolding, several young people quickly walked into the hospital, checked their identities, and changed into cleaner clothes at the hospital's request. Then they hurried outside the ward and waited quietly with other members of the family.

Some people really wait silently without any distractions.

And some people, although they are speechless, the undercurrent of the swords and swords between their eyes and the text on the illuminated mobile phone screen never subsides.

The giant ship will change. No one can be sure whether it will continue to ride the wind and waves and create new brilliance, or whether it will bump and anchor amid numerous obstacles, or worse.

At this time, in the ward.

Mr. Li, who was attracting everyone's attention, looked at the card with the butterfly pattern. He no longer had the strength to pick up the card.

The most regrettable thing is that I can't go there in person to watch this plan that has been supported for decades.

His personal doctor who had been following him for many years was also beside him, and his expression of sadness was not fake at all.

One emperor and one courtier.

As soon as Mr. Li leaves, veterans like them will also retire.

Regardless of whether it is based on feelings or interests, he is sincerely reluctant to give up.

I am thinking about the upcoming retirement life, which will not be very pleasant.

An inconspicuous buzzing sounded in his pocket.

The private doctor took out his mobile phone that was set to vibrate, looked at the number on the phone, walked quickly to the side and answered in a low voice. The next moment, his eyes burst out with a special light.

At around 7pm local time, a helicopter landed on the hospital helipad.

No one noticed at first.

It is not uncommon to see helicopters taking off and landing at this hospital.

But soon, an unidentified person, escorted by Mr. Li’s exclusive security team, arrived at the ward.

Eleven pm.

The reporters who were driven away many times but were still waiting outside for first-hand news, their legs were numb from waiting, finally got the result - Mr. Li, the treatment effect is satisfactory and his health is stable.

Reporters:? ? ?

What's the meaning?

This is different from the information received!

After privately contacting people within the Li family to confirm that the news was true, the reporters hurriedly sent out another version of the press release that they had prepared and thought would not be used.

A week later.

After treatment and examination, Mr. Li accepted a brief interview. Although he had to remain on oxygen most of the time, he was able to handle a few light official duties.

The old man said that he will focus on rest next time, and important matters have been handed over to the designated successor.

In fact, before accepting the interview, Mr. Li made a cross-border phone call to a boss named Yue in China.

Praise for the sincere friendship between him and Mr. Yue.

The two had a close and friendly exchange and completed a benefit cooperation while talking and laughing.

After finishing the phone call, Yue Gengyang checked Lao Li's name on the list.

Yue Gengyang looked at the list in front of him and combined it with the latest information.

Compare and think deeply, analyze and summarize.

His expression was solemn and his brows were furrowed.

It's strong, but it doesn't seem to be strong.

Overall it still looks weak.

"Alas, it's still not enough."