Chapter 43：

The Biopharmaceutical Conference was held for a total of three days, and ten scholars took the stage to give academic reports every day. At the end of the first day of the conference, many people had already come up to talk to Li Zheng.

Li Zheng talked with a group of scholars with ease, and he could not see that he was just a teenager under seventeen.

"Lee, can you call you that? I'm Richard Eriksson, you can call me Richard." Richard walked out of the hall surrounded by people.

Richard Erickson was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for the first time at the age of 46. In the following thirty years, he was nominated for the Nobel Prize eight times, but never really won. In the year Li Zheng died suddenly in his last life, Richard was eighty-one years old.

"My honour." Li Zheng smiled politely in the face of everyone's gaze.

"I heard Ax mention you. AKS, you know, the world's top biological experiment equipment comes from there."

He paused, then smiled and said, "Are you interested in studying at the University of London? I am responsible for applying for a full scholarship for you. If you want to stay in London after graduation, I can be your guarantor." Ming Sheng's eyes were irritating, Richard smiled and extended an invitation to Li Zheng.

Li Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Richard, thank you very much for your invitation. As you know, my laboratory is about to be completed, and he is in Pokfulam Road East."

"Oh!" Richard patted his head, "I actually forgot this." A regretful look appeared on his face.

Richard turned his head to look at Xu Mingsheng, "Xu, you have good luck."

Xu Mingsheng returned him a triumphant but reserved smile.

Richard rolled his eyes secretly, he left Li Zheng's contact information, and then he politely left.

In just half an hour, Li Zheng got countless business cards in his hand. This is why many scholars are keen to participate in various academic conferences and expand their social circles.

You can’t do research behind closed doors. Sometimes a phone call from a peer can save countless hours.

But the one who is most happy about this conference is not Li Zheng, nor the professors of Xiangjiang University, but... Zhang Yuejun.

Because Zhang Yuejun was standing close to Li Zheng and the two were about the same age, many people gave him a few cards when they saw Li Zheng's business card. Zhang Yuejun has seen the names of several SCI authors and even auditors in these business cards!

In sharp contrast with Li Zheng's side, the Chinese scholars and his party.

In the past, due to the political environment, Chinese scholars rarely had the opportunity to participate in such conferences, and the interpersonal relationship was naturally weaker.

"Meng Lao, do we want to go up to say hello?" Chen Anbang hesitated.

Meng Jiayin shook his head, "Be later. Xiao Chen, you can call China to find out who is Li Zheng's grandpa."

He sighed, as if talking to himself: "We don't have an original medicine of our own in China."

All Chinese scholars are silent.

The Xiangjiang University group returned to the hotel by car. Xu Mingsheng's mouth was always grinning along the way.

"Hahaha, have you seen Johnson's face really funny! That old boy must have done it deliberately, knowing that we might report on the RESE virus this time! Do this kind of trick! He didn't expect it, We still have a little genius."

"Li Zheng, you really give us Xiangjiang University a face!" Xu Mingsheng patted Li Zheng on the shoulder.

This strength is really heavy!

Because the academic report was finished, the group of Xiangjiang University felt relieved. After dinner, the group of six people, including Xu Mingsheng, did not return to the room.

Xu Mingsheng, Professor Zhao and Professor Wang went to the famous tea ceremony classroom in Tokyo to drink tea. The famous name is to relax.

As for the three of Li Zheng...

"Zhang Yuejun, let's go shopping, there are a lot of things here, which Xiangjiang doesn't have." Yang Ning couldn't wait to see a few professors leave.

Zhang Yuejun shook his head and refused without even thinking about it. He ran away for patent matters today. He felt that what he had to do now was to go back to the room and sleep well.

"You can find Li Zheng."

Yang Ning glanced at him coldly, "Li Zheng's hands are used for experiments."

Zhang Yuejun...

Oh, his hands deserve to carry things.

Zhang Yuejun glanced at Li Zheng. Li Zheng's hand joints were distinct, and his finger joints showed a faint cyan color. The delicate skin texture was set against the orange lights of the hotel, as if it were works of art that should be placed on the exhibition stand.

He looked at his black and thick hands again, and he felt that Yang Ning made some sense...

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Most of the existing drug production lines in China are concentrated in Huajing, Tianjin, Wushi, and Zhengshi. These pharmaceutical factories are state-owned enterprises and eat a big pot of rice. Because the government strictly controls drug profits, the enthusiasm for production is extremely low.

Moreover, the production lines of these pharmaceutical factories are incomplete. A complete drug production line should include all steps from the provision of raw materials to packaging. However, many basic raw materials needed for the production of drugs are not capable of being extracted and produced in China.

In this era, domestic pharmaceutical factories are said to be pharmaceutical factories, but in fact they are subcontracting factories for drugs. It's like Foxconn in later generations, undertaking the process of assembling certain parts or mobile phones. But Apple's core technology and most of its profits have nothing to do with it.

Li Zheng was taking a walk after dinner and thinking. When he returned to the door of the room, he found that someone was already waiting at the door of his room.

"Professor Meng, Professor Chen?" Li Zheng was taken aback, and he walked two steps quickly to open the door of the room.

"Why the two of you have time to come over, I should be visiting you." He said, his body slightly turned sideways, and he made a request to the two of them.

Meng Jiayin and Chen Anbang did not refuse, and went straight into the room.

The two sat down on the sofa in the room, Li Zheng took out the cup and filled them with water.

"Li Zheng, you are really a real person! An original drug! Scholars in the Chinese biology community have struggled for many years, and there is no real original drug available!" Meng Jiayin looked at the young man with an expression. Can't help being a little complicated.

The theoretical knowledge of Chinese scholars can be described as very solid. After Meng Jiayin returned to the room, he carefully analyzed the molecular formula of Li Zheng's drug, and he had six points of confidence in the authenticity of this new drug.

Li Zheng pushed the cup to Meng Jiayin, "Lao Meng, what Chinese scholars lack is just an advanced laboratory."

Meng Jiayin smiled bitterly, "But this laboratory is not easy to build. Don't talk about us, I can't wait to split one cent into two cents. It is the physics laboratory of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the vibration platform knows not."

"It is the equipment that simulates the various vibrations encountered during rocket launch and missile flight. Those who study gifts are holding money to buy from foreigners, but foreigners are not willing to sell it. It is embargoed."

"Not to mention our domestic laboratory equipment, that is, the production line of a drug is eliminated by others. The domestic drugs are produced on the same production line. Regardless of whether they are toxic or not, we know that this will not work, but what can be done? Yeah. Poor."

Li Zheng was silent. Since the fifties with the Soviet Union, China has fallen into an isolated island of technology, even if China and the United States established diplomatic relations in 1979. However, Western countries led by the United States are still curbing China's development, and all advanced technologies are embargoed and sold.

"I've said a little too much, don't young people like to listen?" Seeing Li Zheng's silence, Meng Jiayin's heart sank, but he smiled and said.

Li Zheng shook his head, "Meng Lao, you are worrying too much, I'm just a little ashamed, I..." Li Zhengming knew that he had chosen the fastest and wisest path, but facing these older generations of scholars who dedicated all their efforts to the country, he still Humbled.

Meng Jiayin smiled.

"Li Zheng, let me just say it straight. We came out this time. In addition to participating in the conference, we have another purpose, which is to introduce an advanced drug production line for our country. There are also machinery for the production of pharmaceutical raw materials, which is very good for pharmaceutical raw materials. We have successfully extracted it in the laboratory. What we lack is a machine that can be mass-produced." Meng Jiayin looked at Li Zheng with piercing eyes.

Li Zheng got up, he took a copy from the bedside table and handed it to Meng Jiayin.

"Meng Lao, you can see the feasibility of this plan."