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Chapter 613 1987 (1)

The first snow in 1987 can no longer be compared with the past.

这场雪很大，从1986年的12月31号一直下到了新年的1月1号，还是跨年性质的。

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

History is about to enter the era that Shen Guanglin is familiar with, but none of this has anything to do with Shen Guanglin.

What really matters to him is that Pfizer paid the money.

After receiving the money from Citigroup, Shen Guanglin's worries were over.

It was normal for the leukemia project team to receive the money. Unexpectedly, Pfizer was clearly not optimistic about HIV, and finally transferred 3000 million US dollars.

They don't ask for shares, even if it is a friendship sponsorship.

However, they also have a request, that is, they hope to exclusively sell the hepatitis B vaccine developed with yeast in Fuso.

Citigroup is indeed Merck's territory, but in Fusang, there is still a blank market.

Of course, it is not accurate to say that there is a blank market. The pharmaceutical industry in Fuso is very developed. Their pharmaceutical company has produced a large number of inactivated viruses, and the retail price is much lower than that sold by Merck in Citigroup.

It is estimated that it is because of this that Merck and the others are not in a hurry to register a patent in Fuso.

Now Shen Guanglin is cheaper.

The vaccine produced by the Great Wall Group is much cheaper than the vaccine produced by Fusang.

Any kind of thing, as long as China can mass-produce it, the price of the whole world will drop immediately.

This is an iron law of later generations, but it has not been fulfilled yet

The Great Wall Pharmaceutical Factory of the Great Wall Group was built in accordance with the normal long-term development model, and every brick and tile conforms to international standards and rules. Therefore, after the personnel of Pfizer came to inspect it, they approved this pharmaceutical factory.

It really is Shen's company, it really is a modern pharmaceutical factory.

For the Great Wall Group, since vaccines can be exported, why not do it.

Not only Fusang, but also Southeast Asia, are areas where hepatitis B vaccine can cover.

For this reason, Great Wall Pharmaceuticals set an export price of US$1 per injection, which immediately became very competitive.

You know, in Citigroup, their price for a shot of hepatitis B vaccine is $30.

Someone also asked Shen Guanglin, does Great Wall Group not want profits?
Profit is needed, but as long as the minimum profit is enough, anyway, the market size is large enough, so the profit will come.

Moreover, Great Wall Pharmaceuticals will have many new products in the future. High quality and low price are the way to long-term stability.

The market has been opened up, and the real moneymakers will come later.

It was cold, and he had nothing to do when he was idle, so Shen Guanglin practiced calligraphy and brush calligraphy at home.

The green clothes hold the inkstone to remind the question paper, and the red sleeves add fragrance to read.

Boss Shen is rich and likes to collect, so he naturally got a lot of good inkstones, and also a lot of good inkstones.

Therefore, coupled with the company of beautiful women, writing calligraphy has become a kind of enjoyment.

Snowy outside, full of spring inside.

On a rare weekend, Aunt Yu, mother and daughter organized a sweater knitting group. Boss Shen sat down calmly and got ready to spend, while Li Rong was cutting paper and rubbing ink.

"Looking up to the emperor's test, preparing the virtue of the great sage, being the fate of Hengjia, receiving the destiny of heaven, being the unification of Xia civilization, and laying the foundation for trillions of generations of prosperity."

That's right, Teacher Shen copied the inscription on the stele of divine merit and virtue written by Zhu Di to Zhu Yuanzhang.

In fact, if you write calligraphy with a brush, if you don’t write small regular script with hairpin flowers, you can’t write a few words on a piece of paper.

However, every time one writes a piece, it is an achievement, and Shen must appreciate himself proudly.

Li Rong did a good job, and praised from the side: "The writing is really good."

Of course the writing is good, from a professional background.

Shen Guanglin attended calligraphy training classes when he was a child. His family was rich and he studied with famous masters.

Moreover, this activity continued until junior high school. In those years, I participated in calligraphy competitions and won some hot pot awards.

However, later on he hated this set, and never practiced calligraphy since he entered high school.

I don't know why, but now no one cares about it, but I like calligraphy again.

In recent years, he has often found famous masters, found famous posts, copied them carefully, and achieved good results. Some living famous calligraphers said that Professor Shen has already entered the room.

It's really not modesty, nor is it flattering, it's thanks to his good background.

What's more important is that after time travel, without any special entertainment measures, Shen Guanglin picked up the characters again. With the foundation laid when he was a child, and with the guidance of famous works by famous writers, it is inevitable that his characters will improve.

Lao Li is here, this is the first time he has visited Aunt Yu since he arrived in the capital, and he said that he has something to do with Xiao Shen.

Aunt Yu hurriedly went to boil water to make tea. Lao Li said it would be fine, but when he turned around, he saw his daughter serving as a servant girl. She was quite unhappy.

"Let me do it, let me do it, how do young people write good calligraphy?" Lao Li was also eager for a moment, "I used to write the Spring Festival couplets in our unit. I am a pen in the military industry."

"Is it true?" Shen Guanglin didn't believe it.

"Of course it's true. When I was studying, I could write well. You can testify to it, Aunt Yu."

Aunt Yu smiled and said nothing.

I really didn't know that Lao Li had this skill, so Shen Guanglin had no choice but to step aside.

Lao Li was also impolite, rolled up his sleeves and wrote: He Feng bids farewell to the old year, and the auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.

There is also a horizontal comment: the five grains will be plentiful.

"How is it, how is it? It is appropriate to the situation." Lao Li was like a child, showing off in front of his daughter and son-in-law.

Of course, if it wasn't for seeing Aunt Yu not far away, but it wasn't for Lao Li's wrong eyes, Shen Guanglin would have believed his evil.

Looking at a couplet written by Lao Li, Li Rong also stopped his hand of grinding ink, and asked Shen Guanglin, "How is this writing?"

It still looks good, the curly noodles are quite neat, but Shen Guanglin is almost embarrassed to praise him.

"Tell the truth or lie?" Seeing Aunt Yu serving tea to Lao Li, Shen Guanglin motioned for Li Rong to pour himself a cup of tea as well. After thinking about it, he pondered.

"Let's talk about it first." Lao Li felt that he had the right to judge the truth or lies.

"The figure is showy but not exaggerated, and the handwriting is smooth and flowing, chic and elegant." Shen Guanglin took a sip of tea and praised.

"Well, I can be more specific. I still like to hear this kind of truth." Lao Li was very satisfied with this evaluation, but he didn't know where Xiao Shen's clichés came from, and it sounded very powerful.

Now, the mother and daughter knitting sweaters also gathered together to listen carefully, to see how powerful Lao Li's handwriting is.

"To tell you the truth, I mean that it looks clean and tidy as a whole, but it has no bones or sharp edges, and it looks like it's floating, so you don't need to think about it. It must be written by yourself, and you haven't studied it systematically at all.

I really want to get started with calligraphy. I need to start with Ouyang Xun. The so-called Yan Jin Liugu, look at this, the brushwork is stiff and frivolous with a hook. This is not called writing. This is called painting. of. "

Shen Guanglin became more and more excited as he talked, but Lao Li's face became darker and darker.

Please be human, I don't want to hear the truth like this.

"Look, I know that you are always unwilling to listen to the truth. You can still listen to the words of professionals."

"You are the only professional?" Lao Li expressed dissatisfaction.

"Of course, I have learned poetry, song, Fu, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since I was a child. My mother told me that the children of the poor are born early."

The words stopped here suddenly, and Shen Guanglin suddenly thought, where is his mother?

Old Shen was the tender grass that old cows ate at first, but no matter how tender it is, his mother should be more than ten years old now, is he still in Jinling?
"Rongrong, come with me to Jinling in a few days." Shen Guanglin also thought of going out as soon as he came out.

"Ah? What are you doing there? Your uncle, aunt, and cousin are in Xiangjiang." Li Rong was also surprised. She was fine just now, so why did she want to go back to her hometown all of a sudden.

"I suddenly thought of my mother." Shen Guanglin said.

"Is Auntie's home also in Jinling? I thought it was Wanwan." Li Rong answered, and their topics rarely involved Shen Guanglin's parents, because Shen Guanglin seldom mentioned this matter, so everyone agreed tacitly. to mention.

There is no way to say this, no one will believe it.

However, Shen Guanglin really wanted to go to Jinling to see his own mother, so he wondered if there would be a paradox.

While there are still a few days left for Chinese New Year, let’s go to Jinling, maybe we will celebrate Chinese New Year there.

Li Rong agreed.

Seeing that Shen Guanglin and the others seemed to be going to buy tickets immediately, Lao Li became a little anxious, "Xiao Shen, I have something to do with you."

"What's the matter? You just say it." Shen Guanglin felt that if you could have something, you must want to show your face in front of Auntie Yu, right? The love of the elderly will also eat inside and out.

Lao Li really came to him for something, "How is the development of your drug? My comrade-in-arms, your Uncle Jiang, who has leukemia, is still alive."

That's why Lao Li approached him. I heard that the development of the new drug is going well, but it's only half a year before it's on the market. Leukemia patients won't last long.

Shen Guanglin pondered for a while, "Soon, human clinical trials will be carried out in the next year, and if all goes well, it will be on the market in about a year."

"Almost successful?" Old Li's eyes lit up.

"It can be said that the animal experiments are almost over. If the human body is harmless and has curative effects, then half the battle is achieved. It depends on how severe the side effects are."

"Stop experimenting, then hurry up and use it for Uncle Jiang, his physical condition is getting worse and worse."

"What if I use a dead person?" Shen Guanglin asked.

Old Li paused, it was indeed like this.

What if you use the dead person? Strangers are fine, acquaintances, people will not bear grudges against you for the rest of your life.

"This is a new drug that hasn't been tested yet. It's still unknown whether it's effective or not. If he dares to use it, I'll give it to him."

(End of this chapter)