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Chapter 593: A childish man walks through the market hoping for gold (Third update, please subscribe)

Do you know any overseas Chinese?

Kim In-mi, who was wearing a black school uniform, was walking on the street thinking about what the doctor said when she was in the hospital.

"There is an overseas Chinese hospital in Kyushu, where it only costs a few hundred yuan to inject this drug."

"But only overseas Chinese and their immediate family members can enjoy such treatment."

"If you have an overseas Chinese you know, you can marry him, and with a marriage certificate from the embassy, ​​you can take your mother to Fukuoka and receive treatment at the local overseas Chinese hospital."

is this real?
But, how can I know any overseas Chinese?
Jin In-mi, who was emotionally troubled by the doctor's words, thought gloomily. At the same time, she also couldn't figure out why the special medicines in Seoul Hospital were so expensive, while the medicines in Fukuoka Overseas Chinese Hospital were so cheap.

Is it because they are overseas Chinese? So which special medicines are very cheap?
In fact, this is the reason.

"How about asking, who are the overseas Chinese? No matter what, let mom survive!"

While she was thinking about this, suddenly a figure on the roadside came into view. She saw a young man who was shining his leather shoes. He was still wearing a high school hat on his head. Before the end of the war, she had seen him. He was a very young man. Handsome boy.

She remembered hearing from friends that he was an overseas Chinese.

overseas Chinese!

Jin Renmei's eyes lit up with hope, and she quickly walked towards the boy.

Zheng Silu said when he felt someone walking in front of him.

"Hello, I need to wipe..."

As soon as he looked up, Zheng Silu saw a pair of small leather shoes, white cotton socks, and a long black skirt. Was it a girl?
Then he saw a very beautiful girl, whom he seemed to have seen somewhere.

"Hello,"

The girl bowed and said.

"Hello."

Zheng Siru quickly stood up and returned the courtesy.

"you are?"

"My name is Jin Renmei. I was a classmate of Meixi when I was studying at a girls' middle school. Do you remember Meixi?"

"Is it Park Mi-hee?"

Zheng Silu, who thought she was here to see her classmates, nodded and said.

"She went to Nanyang to work last year. I heard that she seems to be married now."

Nowadays, many people go to Nanyang to work and then get married there. Is Nanyang really that good?
When you get there, you don’t need to shine your shoes?

"Ah, really?"

Jin Renmei nodded and said.

"However, I'm not looking for her. I want to ask you something. Are you...an overseas Chinese?"

Facing the girl's question, Zheng Silu was stunned, nodded and said.

"Yes, yes, what's the matter?"

They are really overseas Chinese!

"That... you, you can..."

Taking a deep breath, Jin Renmei, who mustered up her courage, looked at him and said.

"You, will you marry me?"

I'm a little confused, so let me take it easy.

Looking at the girl in front of me, the girl is very beautiful. She looks very neat in her school uniform, and she even wears small leather shoes. Not only does it look like a poor family, but the family conditions are probably pretty good.

But she allowed herself to marry her?
What does she mean?
Zheng Siru looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, filled with doubts.

The boy's hesitation made Jin Renmei say anxiously.

"Help me, will you marry me?"

what?
help?

Zheng Siru was a little confused. Is this help so easy?
A few days later, Zheng Siru looked at the worried girl next to him in the embassy. He, who was only seventeen years old, patted her hand and said.

"Don't worry, it will be fine soon..."

In fact, many things were doomed from the beginning. A few days later, they boarded a boat to Fukuoka in Busan and went to Fukuoka as expats.

Looking at the coast behind her, Jin Renmei said to the boy beside her.

"Thank you."

His words were full of gratitude because his help allowed her mother to enter that hospital. The embassy even helped negotiate a settlement.

Facing the girl's gratitude, Zheng Silu said.

"We are all a family, this is what I should do."

The boy's answer made Jin Renmei's face turn red. Yes, they are a family now.

Nodding, they stood on the side of the ship and watched the land go away.

……

Every day, trucks drive out from Nanyang Jianmin Company, and some trucks even have armed guards. The reason is that the trucks contain streptomycin, a drug that is more valuable than gold.

As the only manufacturer in the world, streptomycin shipped from Jianmin Company is often shipped by air to all parts of the world.

When the armed convoy drove out of the company, Zhu Huayun, who was standing by the window, just looked at the convoy quietly. The secretary on the other side was reading a report from the World Health Organization. This report revealed one thing-chain The truth behind the high cost of mycin production.

The truth is that it’s worthless!

"In this era when penicillin only costs a dozen cents, Nanyang Jianmin's streptomycin actually sells for 40 US dollars! Its price is hundreds of times that of gold. Such high pricing is not conducive to human health. For the sake of human health, I hope Nanyang Jianmin can lower drug prices from a humanitarian standpoint..."

Although the price is higher than gold, as the only drug in the world to treat tuberculosis, its high price has been criticized since the day it was born.

However, as a company manager, Zhu Huayun never expressed any opinions on criticism from the outside world.

"Treating diseases and saving lives is important, but the development and production of drugs require production!"

Zhu Huayun said while standing by the window and watching the vehicles driving out of the company.

"In 43, buying an injection of penicillin cost 200 US dollars. It was not until a few years ago that the cost dropped to tens of cents. Have they forgotten this? At that time, why didn't they ask Americans to lower the price? ?”

Zhu Huayun obviously forgot that the World Health Organization had not yet been established at that time, and the secretary who was reporting said.

"I guess I think we just entered the medical world!"

"Yes, you pick the soft ones. Do you think we are easy to bully? Write back to them and tell them the price of penicillin one by one. As for the price, tell them that in the past few years, the price of our streptomycin has increased from The highest price dropped from 70 US dollars to 40 US dollars. In terms of price reduction, it is the same as penicillin. Moreover, we also set different prices according to the economic conditions of each country to ensure that as many patients as possible can benefit. Please They note - we are the only company in the world that does this, and millions of people have benefited from it over the past few years, and their accusations against us are unfounded!"

"Yes, manager,"

After thinking for a while, he said again.

"But this incident also reminds us that streptomycin... this piece of fat will definitely be copied in large quantities by various countries after the patent period expires. By then, if we don't have some patented drugs of our own, So what?”

Although he talks about the patent period of streptomycin, Zhu Huayun is still worried about another question in his heart - is the World Health Organization really the only one behind this matter?
As a professional manager, Zhu Huayun has always believed in one thing - there is absolutely no love or hate for no reason in this world. Everything happens for a reason. Where is the reason?
This is what he needs to care about.

"A child carrying gold in his possession is guilty of carrying a jade..."

(End of this chapter)