Break out of the courtyard

"I've said before that this is an economic war without the smoke of gunpowder!" Zhang Heping sat back on a wooden chair and said to Director Sha of the Science Printing Factory:

"The Japanese are using their backward technology and equipment to support us, but in reality they are plundering our resources and cheap labor. This economic war has already begun silently!"

"Since the higher-ups have decided to exchange resources and markets for technology and equipment, I will use LED display technology to give it a push. When Japanese people covet LED display-related technology, I will not let them hide their backward Japanese technology, let alone repair those Japanese equipment behind our backs."

"Promoting the development of the domestic and Japanese semiconductor industries through LED display technology and squeezing out the global semiconductor market share of Magnesium is an important part of my economic counterattack."

"But things at home have hindered my plans, so I have to find someone to follow up!"

Director Wang frowned and said, "Do you know that many people doubt your motives for doing this?"

"Then send those who doubt me abroad, so that they can gain some experience before they comment on me!" Zhang Heping looked at Director Wang and said unhappily:

"Auntie Wang, when I first started to think highly of Shenzhen, how many people in the capital knew where Shenzhen was?"

"When my laboratory was attacked by foreigners, how many people in the capital knew what was produced in my laboratory?"

"In June and July this year, I..."

"That's enough! That's enough!" Wang Sumei waved her hands hurriedly. She heard Zhang Heping's tone becoming more and more aggressive, and knew that she could not continue the previous topic.

Then, she picked up the Capital brand luggage bag next to her and took out a long scroll and a roll of photos.

"When your mother heard that I was coming to Shenzhen, she gave me this roll of group photos to bring over. You should keep it well!"

Zhang Heping took the group photo of the East is Red performance, opened a section of the photo and looked at it for a while, then said with a smile: "I was originally thinking that if Lao Sha and the others continued to force me, I would take my family to Taiwan. When Taiwan returns to China, my nationality will not change."

"Deputy Director Zhang, I'm not forcing you!" Sha Zhixiang waved his hands hastily, and said jokingly, "I called you at that time because I wanted to see Lao Jie forcing you; but you insisted on asking me what it was, and I couldn't lie to you, right!"

When Director Wang heard the word "Taiwan Island", he knew that Zhang Heping was expressing another form of dissatisfaction. The implication was, if you make me mad, I will go abroad!

Director Wang calmly unfolded the long scroll upright, revealing three cats in the painting: yellow, black, and white, and two small eyes in a small hole.

Whether it is a yellow cat or a black cat, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat.

No matter whether the cat is white or black, a cat that catches mice is a good cat.

Two sentences that he had heard countless times in his previous life flashed through Zhang Heping's mind.

"This is a painting that Mr. Zheng commissioned. It's signed here!" Director Wang pointed to the seal on the scroll and continued until Zhang Heping took the scroll away:

"The confidentiality level of our department has been raised by one level, and we have become an independent department. From now on, I will report directly to the capital."

Under Director Wang's complex gaze of seriousness, worry, and hope, Zhang Heping put away the scroll, nodded, and said, "I will find time to reply to the technical consultation letter. The Japanese side involves my commercial secrets, so it is not convenient for me to explain more. You just wait for the result."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Heping called the Canton Fair and invited He Zijiang and his team to come.

Director Wang Sumei claimed that she had other work to deal with, so she took Sha Zhixiang and left first.

When He Zijiang and the others arrived, it was just time for lunch.

"Master!" A simple and honest young man followed behind He Zijiang and shouted loudly to Zhang Heping.

But when he saw that there was a beautiful and fashionable woman next to Zhang Heping, he was at a loss for words.

"Why are you here, kid?" Zhang Heping walked up to Li Niu, patted his shoulder, and pressed him onto a chair.

Li Niu used to be a cook at the Nanla Town Health Center. He learned some cooking skills from Zhang Heping and later followed Zhang Heping to Jingcheng Middle School to work as a cook. He hasn't seen him for several years.

However, this kid sends mountain products to the Zhang family in the capital every year.

"Xiao Niu is now the director of our Nanla Town Tea Factory. He came here to sell tea this time." Yan Gu explained on the side.

"Really?" Zhang Heping said with a smile, "Xiao Niu can be a factory manager at the age of 26. He has a bright future!"

When Li Niu heard that Zhang Heping still remembered his age, he looked at Master Zhang in a white polo shirt excitedly and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged Chinese Hong Kong businessman came over and respectfully handed Zhang Heping a business card, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am the person in charge of Hualong Catering. I hope to have the opportunity to provide catering services for Kai Tak Airport in the future."

Zhang Heping just nodded, took the business card, and handed it to Chen Shuting next to him.

When the small businessman saw Chen Shuting put the business card into her small handbag, he said excitedly and gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for bothering me!"

This Hong Kong businessman might be an unknown person at a party, and he took the opportunity to come over; otherwise, he should have handed his business card to Mr. Chen next to him instead of going directly to Zhang Heping.

So, after the Hong Kong businessman returned to his table, he was questioned by the Hong Kong businessman who was eating at the same table, trying to find out about Zhang Heping's background. Unfortunately, the Hong Kong businessman who handed him the business card just smiled and said nothing.

"Heping, I..." He Zijiang was about to say something.

"Eat first, and we'll talk when we go upstairs." Zhang Heping said, and dealt with a black man who came over to say hello hesitantly.

Zhang Heping ordered five individual meals so that Yan Gu and the others wouldn't feel embarrassed to take some food.

So, as soon as Zhang Heping gave the order to eat, He Zijiang and the other three started eating.

It was not until they arrived at the suite on the 27th floor of Baiyun Hotel that He Zijiang told Zhang Heping the reason why he was looking for him. Artemisinin had been patented by foreigners, and this year's anti-malarial capsules could not be sold!

"I reminded you a few years ago, but you didn't apply for a patent. Now you've learned your lesson!" Zhang Heping didn't care whether the Nanla Town Pharmaceutical Factory would earn less foreign exchange because the amount of foreign exchange earned would not increase or decrease their wages.

"Heping, do you have any way to solve this problem?" He Zijiang looked at Zhang Heping hopefully. He thought that since Zhang Heping had anticipated this kind of thing, he must have thought of a solution long ago.

Zhang Heping casually said: "Artemisinin has been patented, so we can transform it into artemisinin derivatives with better efficacy and sell them."

"How to transform?" He Zijiang asked excitedly.

"I'm telling you, if you share it with the pharmaceutical companies that sell anti-malarial capsules, and then let foreigners cheat you out of your production process and apply for a patent, is that interesting?" Zhang Heping said calmly.

"After you have the independent management rights of the Nanla Town Pharmaceutical Factory and successfully apply for a drug patent, come and ask me."

He Zijiang was splashed with a basin of ice water and said anxiously, "But what should we do with all the anti-malarial capsules in the warehouse? And what about the Artemisia annua that has not been processed?"

Zhang Heping looked at his old classmate who had become a little fatter, frowned and said, "Why don't you change your thinking and give away special anti-malarial capsules for free when you buy other products from your factory? It's just that their patents have been stolen, but it doesn't mean that malaria has been eradicated from the world."

"Send them special anti-malarial capsules!" He Zijiang was shocked and immediately looked at Yan Gu, "Chief Yan, what do you think?"

Yan Gu, who works at the Southwest Pharmaceutical Foreign Trade Company, was stunned by the question. He was thinking about the impact on other factories and the trouble that might be caused afterwards if the Nanla Town Pharmaceutical Factory gave away antimalarial capsules for free.

Seeing Yan Gu's hesitation, Zhang Heping stopped talking about this topic. If the antimalarial capsules could not be sold, the Nanla Town Pharmaceutical Factory still had other granules to sell, as well as artemisia oil and artemisia oral liquid. The retreat had already been arranged for them.

However, they cannot get out of the comfort zone of "anti-malarial special capsule" for the time being.

"Xiao Niu, how do you set the price for the tea you are selling this time?"

"Master, the price is set by the provincial local product company. One-year-old Pu'er tea is 1 yuan per pound, two-year-old is 1 yuan per pound, three-year-old is 2 yuan per pound, and so on. For each additional year, an extra 2 yuan is added."

"It's too cheap! Don't sell the ripe tea that is less than 5 years old. Sell it in two years when the price is higher. I want all the ripe tea that is more than 5 years old, no matter how many kilograms you have."

"Master, um, the tea was sold out yesterday."

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