Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

He Dayong's face became slightly stiff.

He looked at Cen Xiao, but he was thinking about the truth of what Cen Xiao said.

He has contacts in the Ninth District, so he can keep abreast of the investigation team's developments, but Cen Wei rarely cooperates with other departments in the Ninth District, so that every time he learns about Du Mingli's actions.

He naturally thinks that Cen Wei's work ability is worse than Du Mingli's, and Du Mingli has seized other auxiliary resources in the Ninth District.

But now it seems that Cen Wei is either bluffing and waiting for him to show his feet, or he has other information channels and did not follow the route of the Ninth District.

He Dayong put on a fake smile: "The employees in the production workshop have just come to work, and they are probably changing their protective clothing now. Why don't you come to my office and have a cup of tea first, and it won't be too late."

Geng An glanced at Cen Xiao.

What He Dayong said is quite reasonable. They are all here, and they are really not in a hurry, and according to the little undergraduate memory he has, changing the protective clothing is really a lot of work. If they go now, they haven't started yet. work, and there is no way to check the process.

Cen Wei was silent for a while, seeing that Li Rong hadn't expressed his opinion, he said: "Hurry up, so we can go back to our business as soon as possible."

He Dayong immediately echoed: "Of course, everyone hopes that the misunderstanding can be resolved as soon as possible."

When getting on the elevator, He Dayong politely invited Cen Wei to join him, the two of them went in first, and the others walked in one after another.

Li Rong walked last, with his head lowered, his lips pursed, extremely quiet.

It was also at this time that He Dayong noticed Li Rong. Of course, the first thing he noticed was his appearance.

The weather was too hot, Yu Fuyan, Geng An and the others all put on short sleeves, but Li Rong still wore long sleeves.

He has fair skin, and that blue sweater suits his complexion very well, making his face extraordinarily delicate and delicate. He Dayong thought in a trance that Cen Wei had brought a starlet over.

The more beautiful and delicate a person is, the easier it is for other advantages to be overlooked, because appearance is the most impactful to most people.

Besides, compared to other people, Li Rong is still relatively thin, and his fever has just subsided, his complexion has not fully recovered, he looks a little weak, he does not look like an elite selected by the ghost eye group.

The most important thing is youth. The average age of Cen Ling's team is already young enough, and this makes it even less convincing.

He Dayong asked casually: "Is this also a staff member of the Ninth District?"

Li Rong heard He Dayong asking about himself, then raised his eyes to look at He Dayong, and said slowly: "I am not, I am a student of the Department of Biochemistry of University A, and I came to study with Captain Cen."

"Oh, so it's from University A." He Dayong twitched his lips, resisting the urge to mock.

His own son is also in the Department of Biochemistry of University A, and he is still in the top-ranked second class.

He naturally knew that He Changfeng was already very good compared to most of his peers, but he had to say that college students in the Department of Biochemistry, even those from University A, only had a glimpse of the sky and a deep understanding of their industry.

What He Changfeng has learned now is not as much as his assistant.

Cen Wei unexpectedly asked a student from University A to help him, and it looked like a vase within a vase. Wasn't this nonsense?

The last time Du Mingli came, he brought a professor from University A named Li Baishou, a member of the Hongsuo Research Institute.

As a result, after a careful inspection, the professor dragged out a pile of theoretical knowledge and a big picture like a lecture, and it was as if he hadn’t said anything. He didn’t find anything that could threaten Meijiang, and the picks were insignificant. A small problem made Du Mingli himself very embarrassed.

But the professor was not completely useless, on the contrary, he helped him check for gaps and make up for the omissions, and made up for the little problems and shortcomings.

Seeing He Dayong's light and light tone, Li Rong knew that He Dayong didn't take him seriously.

He pursed his lips and chuckled, silently standing at a corner of the elevator, leaning against the inner wall of the elevator, looking down at the tip of his shoe indifferently.

When He Dayong was talking to Li Rong, Cen Wei didn't react at all. Seeing Li Rong leaning against the inner wall of the elevator, he had no choice but to reach out and give Li Rong a light hand.

"cold."

Li Rong subconsciously obediently moved forward a little, away from the cold inner wall.

Cen Xiao's palm rested on his shoulder blade for a few seconds before retracting it.

He Dayong glanced at the voice, and didn't pay much attention to it. He only felt that Cen Wei was very considerate of his subordinates. Unfortunately, the more incompetent the leader, the more he had to win people's hearts in other ways.

But Cen Ling is only 19 years old, saying that he has no ability is indeed a bit too much, but he really shouldn't have stepped into the deep water of District [-] early.

He Dayong's office is on the top floor of the office building, about 20 square meters. Although he is the head of the company, he is not extravagant and extravagant, but the decoration is very low-key.

This is the complete opposite of He Changfeng.

Li Rong checked He Dayong's information. He Dayong was born in the countryside. He didn't live a wealthy life when he was a child.

On the contrary, He Changfeng, who has been well-off since he was a child, and at the age when his vanity is the strongest, loves flashy things the most.

As soon as everyone entered the room, the secretary quickly came in with a silver needle, and the office was filled with the fragrance of tea and mist.

It's obviously hot weather, normal people like to drink some cold drinks, and no one wants to touch hot tea, even if they know that He Dayong brings good tea.

Only Li Rong received the tea by himself.

He gently blew on the water mist, then tested the temperature with the tip of his lips, and took a sip.

The tea is fragrant but not overpowering, the taste is soft and mellow, with a slight aftertaste.

Li Rong sighed, "It's delicious."

He Dayong looked at Li Rong again.

He also took a cup and took a sip slowly: "This is the best silver needle I asked my friend to bring. It is indeed a rare good tea."

He expressed regret for those young people who were used to drinking coffee and milk tea, and it was the first time that he felt that Li Rong had the advantage of good taste in addition to his outstanding appearance.

His son, He Changfeng, is dismissive of things he likes.

Geng An asked: "Mr. He, when can we go to the workshop to have a look? It's too hot, and it's really impossible to enjoy tea in peace."

He Dayong smiled and said, "No hurry, no rush, it will only take half an hour."

Li Rong held a teacup, sipping tea while looking at He Dayong's office.

He Dayong's decoration is indeed low-key. There is also a large bookcase in the office, which is full of books related to the pharmaceutical industry.

Li Rong glanced at it casually, and unexpectedly saw Li Qingli's works.

It was published three or four years ago, and the content was more like a supplementary textbook for an undergraduate major in biochemistry. It talked about relatively basic things. A lot of people decorated and boasted about good props.

His gaze moved to the wall behind He Dayong's desk.

There is a framed ink painting hanging on the wall, which depicts the clouds and mists in the mountains, Qionglou Yuyu, the brush and ink are suitable for thick and light, and the painting style is natural and smooth.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there are old reminders and ink pads.

Li Rong put down the half cup of white tea, first glanced at Cen Wei, then walked forward with a smile, walked around He Dayong's desk, and walked to the side of the painting.

"Mr. He's ink painting is authentic."

Cen Xiao frowned lightly.

He didn't know why Li Rong suddenly became interested in He Dayong's collection.

Li Rong said that Li Qingli likes to collect ancient ink and wash books, and there are several collections at home, but Gu Nong loves modern art more, he is caught in the middle, he is impacted by two hobbies every day, but he has little interest in both.

Otherwise, in the previous life, Cen Wei would not have been able to find a way to make Li Rong happy. After all, the Xiao family hoarded countless ancient calligraphy and painting books, and anyone interested in collecting them would find it difficult to resist the temptation.

He Dayong was slightly surprised: "Oh, this little brother also has research on calligraphy and painting?"

Li Rong shook his head, and murmured softly: "It's not that I have researched it, but my father likes calligraphy and painting. I have learned a little bit about appreciation since I was a child. Of course, even a layman can see that this painting is really beautiful."

He Dayong looked at Li Rong's back, and slowly explained: "I bought this at an auction abroad. The things of our ancestors should not be left outside."

Only now did he feel that this 'vase' classmate should come from a well-educated family, not an illiterate mediocrity.

At least one glance can tell the level of authenticity, which is not something that just anyone who loves painting can do.

But since I was a child, I have a good family background and a good education, and it has nothing to do with the pharmaceutical industry.

No matter how good a college student is, how good can he be? This entire investigation team is too hasty.

Li Rong seemed to like this painting very much, staring at it for a long time, even when He Dayong's secretary informed that the workshop was ready to visit, he reluctantly looked away.

He Dayong led people downstairs, and asked Li Rong with a smile, "Little brother likes calligraphy and painting very much?"

Li Rong sighed: "Yes, I like it very much. Unfortunately, I am a poor student. I can only see it in museums. I can't afford one."

Cen Wei tilted his head slightly, squinting at Li Rong.

He Dayong nodded to Cen Wei: "Oh, then you can ask Captain Cen, as far as I know, Mrs. Xiao is from one of the best collection families in China, and there are countless treasures in the family."

Li Rong lowered his eyes and smiled: "Then why not, Captain Cen and I are just classmates."

Cen Wei raised his eyebrows, and said in cooperation: "Why don't you tell me if you have this hobby, even though it belongs to my grandfather's house, I can show my classmates to see it."

He knew that Li Rong was deliberately exposing his weaknesses to He Dayong, a person with obvious preferences would make people feel at ease.

But he didn't know the reason why Li Rong did this, but now that there are so many people, it is inconvenient for him to communicate with Li Rong.

Geng An and Yu Fuyan looked at each other with meaningful expressions.

The real relationship between Li Rong and Cen Wei is almost indistinguishable from each other, but they pretend to be polite in front of He Dayong.

He Dayong laughed: "Oh, many collections are indeed rare, and the more you love them, the more reluctant you are to part with them."

He has no interest in whether Cen Wei and Li Rong have a good relationship, but the impression that Li Rong loves calligraphy and painting has already remained in his head.

The production workshop of Meijiang Pharmaceutical is behind the office building, a two-story low building with rich decoration.

When he reached the door of the workshop, Li Rong stopped suddenly and asked He Dayong with an innocent expression: "Mr. He, are all the staff working normally? Are all the production lines operating normally?"

He Dayong glanced at the secretary: "Really?"

The secretary immediately said, "Of course, it's working normally."

Li Rong raised his hand and pointed to the door in front of him: "Where are we going to enter now?"

He Dayong smiled: "Of course it is Yuan Hesheng's production workshop. You didn't listen carefully when Captain Cen said just now?"

Li Rong looked at Cen Wei with a puzzled expression and said, "Have you said that? But I'm not interested in Yuan Hesheng. Since all the production lines are in normal operation, why don't you show me Qingrui first?"

He Dayong: "This..."

Li Rong's request was obviously beyond his expectation.

Cen Wei was uncharacteristically good-tempered, and said helplessly, "Well, you can watch whatever you want."

He Dayong: "..."

Cen Wei didn't even ask him a single question, and agreed directly.

It's just a relationship between classmates, how can you be so conniving?

Yesterday, when he received the news that Cen Wei was flying to the city, He Dayong asked people to make urgent preparations.

But the time for one night is limited after all. The best thing they prepared was the original Hesheng production line. As for Qingrui, there are too many production lines in Qingrui.

But at this time, it seems guilty to find a reason to refuse.

It was only then that he discovered that the question Li Rong just asked casually was actually a trap, allowing him and the secretary to admit that all the production lines were operating normally, including Qing Rui.

He Dayong faintly panicked, and began to sweat again after being exposed to the sun.

He glanced at the secretary beside him, and the secretary forced a smile: "Qingrui's production workshop is a little far away."

Li Rong smiled: "It's okay, Mr. He usually sits in the office, and he definitely wants to take a walk more."

Cen Wei: "Then look at Yuan Hesheng later, let's go to Qingrui first."

As soon as the words came here, He Dayong had to take someone to see it.

In fact, they have also notified other production lines that they have rectified. If you just look at it, you may not find any problems.

Qingrui's production workshop is much larger than that of the original Hesheng. After all, it is the mainstay drug of Meijiang Pharmaceutical, and there is a great demand in the market, so there are many production lines.

The person in charge of the workshop obviously didn't expect the inspection team from District [-] to visit Qingrui, but he and He Dayong exchanged glances and quickly calmed down.

The person in charge led them to walk in the narrow and transparent corridor of the workshop. Through the glass of the corridor, you can see the staff wearing protective clothing in the observation room and operation room, as well as the orderly operation of the assembly line machines.

At first glance, the workshop operation is standardized, the equipment is complete, the assembly line is mature, and even the floor of the corridor is wiped clean. It is a place that makes people feel at ease.

The person in charge is like a river: "According to Mr. He's request, we put drug safety and operating specifications at the top of the workshop work. Our operators are all wearing three layers of protective clothing. They sweat every day, which is very special. It’s hard work, but for the sake of the cleanliness of the production environment, there is no other way.”

"This is the place where the staff record the data. The small workshop. Here, on the wall is our slogan 'No Tipp-Ex', which means that correction fluid is not allowed. Because in the early years, some foreign generic drug factories, in order to pass the Checking, modifying data, ignoring the health of patients, and causing bad effects on the entire industry, so we put this slogan on the wall to remind our researchers to respect the truth of data.”

Yu Fuyan looked left and looked again, he started to sweat even though the air conditioner was on.

Because from his point of view, there is no problem in Qingrui's production workshop.

Just now when Li Rong suddenly proposed to see Rui first, he got excited, thinking that they caught him by surprise, He Dayong would definitely leave a clue, and they would catch him off guard.

But obviously Qingrui's production line has also made preparations.

Yu Fuyan secretly tugged at Geng An's clothes, winked, and mouthed silently: "Did you find anything?"

Geng An's expression was serious, he stared and looked carefully, but still couldn't find anything, so he could only shake his head.

In fact, biochemistry is a major with a wide range of development, and medicine is only one of their employment directions, not to mention that Geng'an University has mixed experience, and he is not much better than Yu Fuyan.

When the person in charge was bragging about the slogan, Cen Wei took a look at Li Rong and signaled Li Rong to pay attention to the nail with the slogan embedded in it.

There is still loose powder around the nails, and it is obvious that the brand was hung not long ago.

Li Rongwei nodded invisibly, his eyes were half-closed, his eyelashes trembled, and a sneering smile hung on his lips, signaling Cen Xiao to stay calm.

Then Li Rong took two steps forward, squeezed out from the crowd, looked up at the sign carefully, and sighed: "Nowadays, there are not many companies with such a vigilant awareness. In this case, can I appreciate your The operator should keep the company's data record sheet."

The person in charge's voice stopped abruptly, he stared at Li Rong cautiously, and did not agree easily.

He Dayong said quietly: "We must try our best to cooperate with the work of the Ninth District. Most of the non-confidential data have been uploaded to the computer. Why don't we go to the office of the person in charge to have a look?"

Li Rong is as good as he is: "Paper records are the most primitive data, and they can better explain the rigor of Meijiang's work."

Cen Wei asked back: "Meijiang is such a professional company, it's possible that it doesn't keep paper data."

He Dayong smiled: "Of course not."

He wasn't afraid, after all, when Du Mingli came, these things had already been checked, and the professor of the Hongsuo Research Institute named Li Baishou didn't see anything wrong.

It's just that he didn't expect that this young college student had the same consciousness as the professor of Hongsuo Research Institute.

He Dayong called the operator to take out the data record book and show it to Li Rong.

There was a thick stack of notebooks, half the height of a person, and Li Rong, like Li Baishou, had no time to read them all.

As soon as Cen Wei's plane took off, He Dayong urgently informed the chairman Jiang Zhong.

By the time Li Rong finds out the problem from the massive amount of paper data, Meijiang Pharmaceutical has already left the Lanshu United Chamber of Commerce, and he will not even leave a good face to the Ninth District.

This is why He Dayong is not afraid.

Li Rong turned over a record sheet he was using and read two pages. Although the recorder's handwriting was relatively scribbled, the data fully met Qing Rui's production requirements.

He had no choice but to put down the book and continue reading.

Yu Fuyan also pretended to stand beside Li Rong, re-read what Li Rong had seen.

The result is that nothing can be seen.

At this moment, Cen Xiao's cell phone vibrated.

Li Rong stopped his movements and looked back at Cen Wei, but Cen Wei gave him a reassuring look.

In fact, the message Cen Ling received was not reassuring, on the contrary, it was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

The text message is from Han Jiang.

[Han Jiang: I just received the news that Jiang Zhong gave a short notice last night that the plan to ban the six districts will be completely completed within two days. We are running out of time. 】

[Han Jiang: I have already asked Du Mingli to stop the investigation of Meijiang Pharmaceutical, and the Ghost Eye team is going to use that test report to press public opinion to condemn and boycott Meijiang Pharmaceutical. 】

For Jiang Zhong to react like this, it is obvious that he has communicated with He Dayong.

They were worried about nights and dreams, and planned to let Meijiang Pharmaceutical immediately break away from the jurisdiction of the Ninth District.

But Cen Wei knew that the inspection report alone was not enough to defeat Meijiang Pharmaceutical.

Because the test report comes from the old medicine of Yuanhesheng, but the public’s attention is on the moment. The Yuanhesheng currently circulating in the market is in compliance with the regulations, and people will not hold on to the old medicine that has expired.

When Meijiang Pharmaceutical apologizes and pays the fine, it will be as if this incident never happened. Although it is a scandal, it has no power to spread it.

Unless they have reasons to prove, Meijiang Pharmaceutical is still producing non-compliant drugs until now, and the impact of these drugs is wider and deeper.

That test report was enough to cause Meijiang Pharmaceutical to stumble and Han Jiang to vent his anger, but Cen Wei and Li Rong's purpose was more than that. They needed to use Meijiang Pharmaceutical to find out the interest groups behind Meijiang.

They can't stop yet.

The virtual clock on the screen of the mobile phone is beating up and down. In a trance, time seems to speed up, passing by at a speed that makes people unresponsive.

The door of the workshop was crowded with people, and the air conditioner was running silently, pouring cold air into the long and narrow corridor.

The floor of the scrubbed passageway was damp and astringent, and the soles of the leather shoes would make a creaking sound when stepped on.

All the irregular noises are mixed together, like a countdown stopwatch, oppressing people's heart every moment.

Li Rong had calmly flipped through ten record sheets, but he swallowed each of them whole, ten lines at a glance, rubbing his fingers on the page turning a few times, and then flipped over. I'm afraid he couldn't even see the decimal point of the data clearly.

Geng An's back was already soaked, not only Cen Wei, but all members of the ghost eye group received Han Jiang's message.

In the large work group in the Ninth District, Du Mingli has already taken the lead in reflecting on his work mistakes.

Only Li Rong was still ignorant, slowly looking at the record sheet filled with a lot of data and scribbled notes.

He Dayong had a smile on his face: "How about it, there is no problem with the data."

Geng An's heart sank, He Dayong said so, indicating that there is indeed no problem with the data sheet.

Even if they squat in the workshop and turn over for two days and two nights, they may not gain anything.

Yu Fuyan looked at Cen Wei flusteredly, his mouth was dry, and he moved his lips, wanting to ask if he wanted to show Li Rong the internal message sent by Han Jiang.

Cen Xiao pinched the phone and shook his head slightly.

Du Mingli took the lead in reflecting and apologizing, and won the understanding of everyone in the Ninth District. After all, the leaders of the other auxiliary teams in the Ninth District have seen Du Mingli's efforts.

The pressure fell on Cen Xiao.

Everyone in the Ninth District was waiting for Cen Wei to follow Du Mingli to sum up the mistakes in work, but it was a pity that Cen Wei did not.

The work group fell into an awkward silence.

In Qingrui's production workshop, everyone stood there with different thoughts, waiting for Li Rong to finish flipping through more than thirty record sheets.

When Yu Fuyan saw Li Rong buckle the last record form, his heart skipped a beat, and only two words popped out——

"It's over!"

But Li Rong put his hand on the thick record sheet, looked at He Dayong, and sneered.

"Mr. He, it took five or six years to make the records from three years ago look old. Isn't the workmanship a bit too sloppy? You, a lover of ancient books and calligraphy, haven't you checked it yourself?"

After finishing speaking, Li Rong flicked his wrist, and unceremoniously threw the record sheet on top of He Dayong.