Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 323 Worship
In early August of the 24th year of the Republic of China, the company's East China branch building was completed in the Shanghai Concession.

In the brand new office, Wang Yi was fascinated by the twelve bottles of penicillin that were placed on the table without any labels and sent back from the United States, as well as an experimental report on top of them.

After looking at it for a long time, Wang Yi put away the English-translated experimental report and instructions for use together with the twelve vials of penicillin and closed the book.

Obviously, even if Continental Group has acquired the pharmaceutical company now, it will not be able to solve the problem of large-scale production of penicillin within three to five years. John Wick also understands the principle of making a fortune in silence.

After this thing was confirmed to be useful, it was sent back to the Republic of China as soon as possible, for fear that it would attract the attention of someone in the United States.

"Thank you, Brother Meng."

Looking at Old Meng who had grown into a lean man, Wang could only sum up his thousands of words in these two words.

"It's just my job. Back then, you took me out of the border to see the evil that the Japanese pirates did to my compatriots. I thought you wanted me to improve this method for revenge, but I didn't expect that you wanted me to save people. These days, I haven't wasted my time. I have learned a lot from those foreign devils. This thing can save the people, right?"

"Yes, it's easier to kill than to save. You should have learned a lot here these days. In battlefield clashes, bullets have no eyes. Many soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died in hospital beds due to wound infection. Our country is poor and weak, the government is incompetent, and there is no medical system. If you are injured and the wound is infected, whether you can survive depends entirely on your own luck. But this, this can change the outcome of a major battle."

"In that case, can we use this as a trade to let the Americans..."

As he was talking, Lao Meng suddenly stopped talking because he realized that he was talking about something unrealistic.

Wang Yi didn't say much, just asked back.

"Brother Meng, with your current cultivation level, how many high-quality strains of bacteria can you produce at one time?"

Hearing this, Lao Meng pondered for a moment, then looked around. Wang Yi's office was spacious enough to be used as a conference room.

"Ignore any conditions. No matter how many there are, without my true Qi blessing, these fungi will return to their original state."

After listening to what Lao Meng said, Wang Yi also calculated in his mind. The Asian battlefield of World War II broke out in 37, and the Americans suffered the fate after the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor. The large-scale production of penicillin was almost 42 years later.

Even if we have a biologist like Lao Meng who can provide such a high-yield strain stably, no matter how many resources John Wick of the United States piles up, it is estimated that he can only advance the work by one or two years. In other words, during the period from the outbreak of the full-scale war of resistance to the complete interruption of international foreign aid, we can't expect to save a considerable amount of penicillin. Don't expect a ton, it's too fucking fantasy.

But these are enough for you to get the necessary support from the United States and the Soviet Union!

"Brother Meng, you will have to work hard in the next few years. I will not let you go to the battlefield. I will arrange for you to go to the northwest. There will be people there to assist you. What you have to do is to do it like you are doing now. I hope you can accept my arrangement."

"What if the Japanese use the biological and chemical weapons they used to experiment on our compatriots outside the Great Wall on the battlefield? What will you do then?"

"Biological and chemical weapons are against the harmony of nature. Only the Japanese, who are not human, would do that. We don't have to use them, but that doesn't mean we can't counter them. When the time comes, it will be up to you to make the Japanese suffer the consequences."

"If that's the case, I accept the arrangement. It's a pity that we can't use this to establish long-term cooperation with the United States."

"It's very difficult, Brother Meng. In the 20th century, all great power belonged to industry. What I have now can only be used as an emergency measure. Even without you and me, this thing will still be available and will be mass-produced at a speed beyond imagination. Now that we can eat the first piece of cake, I am already satisfied."

"It's up to you, but how do you plan to arrange these?"

"I will hand these things over to the people who really need them. Brother Meng, you should take a good rest first. You will be busy later."

"Okay, you're busy, I'll leave first."

Lao Meng closed the door and left, leaving Wang Yi alone.

Wang Yi looked at the box containing twelve vials of penicillin in front of him, feeling deeply moved. Then he turned his head to look at the calendar hanging on the wall, which read August 2, 1946.

"According to the time, Lao Zhang should have contacted Tang Clan and Shuang Ying. With the help of Tang Clan, the local snake of Sichuan and Shu, we should be able to take a breath after the Fourth Crossing, and things will be better later. Forget it, let's meet Lao Zhang and learn about the situation."

Wang Yi was also talking to himself. The fact that he was in Shanghai during this period did not mean that he did not pay attention to what was happening on the husband's side. The company's tentacles now extended to all six regions except the Northeast. However, distant water cannot quench a nearby fire. He could not intervene too much in many things and could only pay attention to them.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi raised his hand, and the calendar flipped and stopped at number 18.

"Zhongyuan Festival..."

Looking at this day, Wang Yi picked up the box of penicillin and left the office.

After a few steps, he arrived at the floor of the Republic of China branch of the Continental Hotel, knocked on the door of the room, and then spoke loudly.

"Sir, I need to discuss something with you..."
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August 18, the 24th year of the Republic of China, was the Ghost Festival.

Guidi, Xiangjiang River.

Wang Yi was dressed lightly, with two boxes, one large and one small, beside him. Behind him were two teenagers, about twelve or thirteen years old. The two teenagers, with clear eyes and solemn expressions, stood on the shore with Wang Yi, watching the river flowing before them without saying a word.

In front of the three people, one big and two small, there was a chopping board, on which were placed incense sticks and candles, as well as three kinds of meat. A blazing fire was burning, and papers with words written on them and paper money were flying in the air.

Under Wang Yi's control, the burning papers and paper money circled above the three people until they were burned to ashes and then fell into the river.

When the blazing fire in front of him slowly died down, Wang Yi waved his hand and threw the chopping board, the three animals on it, and the fine wine into the river, letting the flowing water swallow them all.

He then bowed three times towards the river in front of him with the two boys who accompanied him, and then stood there waiting in silence.

The two boys, one big and two small, stood on the shore, looking at the river. After an unknown amount of time, a penetrating, solemn, dignified and somewhat sacred chanting sounded along with the sound of the flowing water and reached the ears of Wang Yi and the two boys beside him.

Hearing this voice, Wang Yi turned around and looked at the two boys beside him.

"Let's go, the person we are waiting for is here. Take your things and go meet him. Can you carry them?"

"No problem, Uncle Wang!"

"Then follow me."

As he spoke, the invisible magnetic field of true Qi also overflowed from Wang Yi's body, wrapping the two boys following behind him. Then, he took the two boys and flew through the air, crossing the river to the other side.

When Wang Yi and the two boys beside him passed through the dense forest on the shore, they followed the sound of scriptures and walked to the source.

Then he saw Zhang Zhiwei, wearing a Taoist robe, doing the same thing Wang Yi had done on the bank of the Xiangjiang River. The only difference was that as a Taoist priest, he had the additional step of reciting the "Tai Shang Jiu Ku Jing".

When Wang Yi and the two boys arrived near Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Zhiwei had also ended the mourning ceremony.

Standing up, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the paper money flying all over the sky, and said loudly: "Comrades, although we don't believe in the afterlife, I, Zhang Zhiwei, still hope that you can hear the news I bring to you in the underworld. I also hope that you can bless us, our country, and our nation in the underworld. Next time, I, Zhang Zhiwei, will tell you the news of our victory. Comrades, have a safe journey!"

After saying that, he also knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times towards the direction of the river.

When everything was done, Zhang Zhiwei stood up and looked behind him.

"Three uncles, you have followed me all the way. Thank you for giving me time to mourn my comrades, but I am in a hurry to go back and report, so I would like to ask the three uncles to show up and let's end this here."

The sound was like the mighty sound of a huge bell, which turned into sound waves that rustled the leaves in the dense forest and echoed endlessly.

When the sound faded away, three old Taoists with unhappy faces appeared from the air. Looking at Zhang Zhiwei who was waiting for them, they also cursed angrily.

"You are such a good fellow, Zhang Zhiwei. In the past, my senior brother carried you up the mountain, taught you skills, and hoped that you would become a talent. He hoped that one day, you would inherit the Heavenly Master and reproduce the glory of the former ancestors. I didn't expect that you would not only deviate from the orthodoxy, but also try to participate in state affairs, which almost brought disaster to my Heavenly Master's Mansion. My senior brother only expelled you from the sect, which was really a relief for you. Today, let the three of us clean up the house for the Heavenly Master's Mansion, so that you won't bring disaster to my Heavenly Master's Mansion in the future!"

"Brother, don't say too much to him. He is an unfilial person who doesn't care about the kindness of the Tianshi Mansion and wants to dig out the Taoist tradition of the Tianshi Mansion. There is no need for us to talk about fellow disciples. Today, the three of us will join forces to defeat this evil guy together!"

"Ha, the three uncles seem to be a little confused. We all know whether you came to me for the future of Tianshi Mansion or for the bloodline of the founder. And if I hadn't kept in mind the sentiment of passing on the art of Tianshi Mansion, I think the three uncles would have been exposed in the wilderness and become homeless wandering ghosts. But I really didn't expect that Zhang Enpu would release all three of you.

If it weren't for Master's intercession, the three of you would have been abolished by Master and had your heads hanged in the city."

Zhang Zhiwei put one hand behind his back and waved his sleeves, looking relaxed. However, just this one action made the three old guys feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

One of the old Taoist priests also spoke at this time.

"Zhang Zhiwei, we know you are talented, but your skills, whether it's the Eight Divine Curses or the Thunder Method, were all taught to you by my Tianshi Mansion. Since my senior brother expelled you from the mountain gate, you are no longer a disciple of my Tianshi Mansion. Today, how can you have the face to use the skills taught by our Tianshi Mansion to compete with the three of us? If you still miss the time when you learned skills from the Tianshi Mansion, don't use the methods of the Tianshi Mansion!"

"Okay~"

Zhang Zhiwei's straightforward answer also confused the three Taoist priests from the Tianshi Temple who came to hunt him down, but they did not dare to step forward easily, for fear that this was a trap set by Zhang Zhiwei to lure them into taking action so as to kill them.

The two sides were in a stalemate. Zhang Zhiwei had a calm expression on his face. He looked at the three old Taoists in front of him with his bright and restrained eyes. He did not regard them as his mortal enemies. He was confident that he could kill them without using the means of the Tianshi Mansion.

Instead, the three people who were held back by Zhang Zhiwei's response did not dare to move forward for a long time.

"Alas, you don't want to fight, and you don't want to retreat. I said I won't use the methods of the Tianshi Mansion to deal with the three of you, so I won't. The three of you have been imprisoned in Longhu Mountain for many years, and you are not isolated from the world. Don't you know what kind of person I am, Zhang Zhiwei, that you don't even trust me?"

At this time, Wang Yi, who was watching this good show in secret, also spoke at the right time.

"Don't worry, Lao Zhang, I'm here to help you~"

(End of this chapter)