"The production rights of erlotinib, you are so concerned about the production of international original research drugs, you should know about erlotinib. I will authorize its production rights to Xiangkun No. 2 Factory, but you must know that erlotinib is the first His attention is very high for a cancer-targeted drug, as well as the quality control of the drug, which must meet the requirements of the international drug market.”
"Drug production subcontracting rights can be given to whomever you like. You can, like those foreign pharmaceutical companies, require earnest money, bidding, and high profits." Li Zheng said with a smile, as if to say something A trivial matter.
Li Zhiqiang stood there in a daze, earnest money, bidding, and high profit sharing. He dreamed countless times in his dreams that he would let foreigners experience these hardships, but now that the fantasy is about to come true, he is not happy at all.
He felt as if he was stepping on the clouds. Although he was standing high, he was stepping on soft clouds that would fall down at some point.
Before he could figure out why, he was surrounded by a group of people and walked downstairs, with "humming" voices in his ears, some saying congratulations, and some yin and yang saying that he was a blessing in disguise.
The people on the rooftop left one after another, leaving only Li Zheng and the three of them. Liang Zhe's mouth pursed into a straight line, and he never let go. Professor Yang also seemed to be hesitant to speak.
There was a smile on Li Zheng's mouth. He walked slowly to the rooftop. As soon as he got close, he felt his right hand being pulled by a force. He turned his head to see that it was Liang Zhe.
Liang Zhe clenched his arm tightly, "Dangerous." He whispered.
Li Zheng laughed, "Don't worry, I cherish my life." As he said, he took two steps forward and looked down from the rooftop, just in time to see Li Zhiqiang and others who were downstairs being captured by the media. Surrounded by groups.
The interview van with the CTV logo stood out in the midday sun. Yes, the wind is blowing...
"Let's go." Li Zheng turned his head and said to the two of them.
The three of them walked downstairs. On the way, Yang Lao couldn't help but said, "Li Zheng, don't take this to heart. We are not saints so we can cover everything."
Old Yang could see that Li Zheng was a little concerned about Li Zhiqiang's accusations.
Li Zheng's footsteps paused, and a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes, "Professor Yang, don't worry, I know what I know."
According to later generations, what Li Zhiqiang said on the rooftop could be regarded as moral kidnapping, and Li Zheng naturally knew it. However, it is a fact that Li Zheng and foreign pharmaceutical companies are close. If Li Zhiqiang thinks so, so will others. This is a time bomb. If it does not detonate, it will always be a hidden danger.
Now that Li Zhiqiang has detonated the bomb in this way, it is not completely bad for Li Zheng. After all, how good he is today, he is humble enough to admit his mistakes, and he can correct his mistakes, right
And Li Zhiqiang can be regarded as cute compared to those who are kidnapped by morality in later generations. After all, he has such a respectable sense of responsibility in his heart, which is why Li Zheng gave him the production rights of erlotinib without much hesitation.
For Li Zheng, the patentee, who produces the medicine is not the production. If this can promote the development of domestic medicine manufacturing, that would be great.
No matter how powerful Li Zheng is, he is only one person. It is difficult for him to lead an industry by himself. A complete pharmaceutical industry, from the laboratory to the hands of each patient, needs to go through research and development, approval, production, and sales, all of which are indispensable.
There are specialties in the surgery industry, and some things are better left to professionals.
This building was already in trouble, there were many pedestrians coming and going, and the police and firefighters had been surrounded for such a long time.
But for two days, newspapers of all sizes in Huajing reported the incident.
However, most of these newspapers reported on this incident from the aspect of corruption. Only Xinghua Club took a different approach, and until the essence of the incident, strongly criticized the current drug approval system in China.
At the same time, a foreign interview caused an uproar among Chinese senior officials.
This is a conversation between a famous anchor who interviewed Huaguo and a business executive of a pharmaceutical company.
"I know that there is a saying in the pharmaceutical industry that the source of a pharmaceutical company's life is research and development, the laboratory, and its throat is the sales channel. Today, let's talk about the throat and sales channels of pharmaceutical companies."
"Director Carter, I think you, an expert, should be able to talk."
"Of course, I am honored to speak to your famous host, Mr. Hector."
"As for sales channels, the reason why the world-renowned pharmaceutical companies, including our Merck & Co., can occupy more than 80% of the market share in the international drug market, in addition to our strong research and development capabilities, huge drug patent library, the most What matters is our sales channels.”
"We have the largest sales channel. A pharmaceutical company, which has invested a lot of money, manpower and material resources, when a drug is finally available, the first thing we have to do is, of course, to bring it to the market as soon as possible, and then Profits pay off.”
"And from R&D to launch to sales, there is another link."
"FDA?" Hector spoke.
"Yes, just like we have the FDA in the United States, and other countries in the world have similar drug regulatory systems, which conduct market access approval for drugs that enter their domestic sales."
"This is responsible for the health of the country's residents, as it should be," Hector said.
"Yes, but there are skills here." Carter made a mysterious expression.
Hector laughed, "Director Carter, don't sell your shit."
"Okay, let me give an example. For example, Cartanstin, which was just launched a while ago, was approved by the FDA only last month, but this drug, our Merck's production workshop, has been in production for four years. Why? This is due to the different drug approval systems in different countries."
"Some countries, such as the United States, and developed countries such as European countries, have strict drug approval systems. Every drug on the market requires very strict clinical trials. But some countries are different, and some countries only need to submit clinical trial reports. , and some stipulate that drugs that have been reviewed in other countries can be directly marketed in China." Carter said with a smile.
Hector rubbed the stubble on his chin with his right hand, and said thoughtfully: "If it is a drug, it has been approved in countries that only need to submit clinical trial reports, does that mean that it can be used in many countries? Listed at the same time?"
"Mr. Hector, worthy of being Mr. Hector. That's right, that's it, which means that in many countries, we have saved the manpower and material resources to conduct drug clinical trials again. Although most of the drug approval systems are implemented, most It is a relatively backward country, and it may cost a lot of money to get their officials to sign off on market access approval. But this cost is nothing compared to the benefits of drugs entering the market a year earlier.”
Hector exclaimed, "What if there is a problem with the drug? The first country to sign market access approval, its national reputation..."
"Actually, for a drug that can pass the laboratory, the probability of it going wrong is very low. But if there is a problem, of course, it will have an impact on the country's national reputation."
Zhu Xin stepped forward, took out the videotape, and then looked slightly cautiously at the person sitting at the conference table behind him.
"Leaders, this is brought back by the employees of our Xinghua Club in the United States, and it is also the reason why we wrote this report from an institutional perspective."
The conference room was very quiet, and Zhu Xin could almost hear his high-speed heart beating. As the editor-in-chief of Xinghua Society, he was considered a ministerial-level cadre in terms of administrative level, but this was the case. Except for the conference, he I have never seen so many leaders at one time.
The old people at the conference table looked solemn, and the conversation between Hector and Carter hit on the two most sensitive points in their hearts, the national credibility and the sense of responsibility for the national health.
After a long time, the old man sitting in the center said, "Xiao Zhu, go out first and leave the video tape."
"Okay, leader." Zhu Xin said hurriedly.
Walking out of the conference room, he breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent beads of sweat on his forehead, and walked out quickly.
"Professor Li, Professor Li, it's really a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers. It makes me, a middle-aged man, excited."
When he received the call from Zhu Xin, Li Zheng happened to be reading a paper. In the middle of last year, Science sent an invitation letter to Li Zheng, inviting him to be a reviewer of the journal, and Li Zheng agreed.
No, reading a paper is considered work.
"Li Zheng, I've handed you the videotape and the report. It's not that easy to change this system. I'll take a look at you next time." Zhu Xin's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Okay, thank you, Editor-in-Chief Zhu," Li Zheng said, ticking the "public opinion preparation" column on the schedule.
Hanging up Zhu Xin's phone, Li Zheng stood up from his seat, "Have you found your partner?"
Liang Zhe hasn't been free these days. He leaves early every day and returns late, and occasionally comes back with the smell of alcohol on his body.
Li Zheng thought he was a very good-natured partner, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Well, it's probably settled. A second-generation Northeast, a military family, with a background that is neither deep nor shallow, just right." Liang Zhe paused, "I want to have dinner with them at night, so I might be back later."
"Crack." The pen in Li Zheng's hand snapped.
"Late? How late?"
"Probably... It's about ten o'clock." Liang Zhe's intuition has always been accurate. He looked up at Li Zheng's expression and saw that he seemed to be the same as before. After hesitating, he changed his mind and said, "Nine o'clock, I'll be back at nine o'clock."