The Biopharmaceutical Conference was held for three days, and ten scholars came to the stage every day to give academic reports. By the end of the first day of the conference, many people had come up to chat with Li Zheng.
Li Zheng chatted with the scholars with ease, but he couldn't tell that he was just a boy under seventeen.
"Lee, can I call you that? I'm Richard Erickson, you can call me Richard." Richard walked out of the venue surrounded by people.
Richard Erickson, 46, was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for the first time. In the following three decades, he was nominated for the Nobel Prize eight times, but never really won the prize. When Li Zheng died suddenly in his last life, Richard was 81 years old.
"My honor." Li Zheng smiled politely in the face of everyone's gaze.
"I heard Ax mention you. AKS, you know, the world's top biological experimental equipment comes from there."
He paused, then said with a smile, "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." Mingsheng's eyes were about to fire, Richard smiled and extended an invitation to Li Zheng.
Li Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Richard, thank you very much for your invitation. You know, my laboratory is about to be built, and he is on Pok Fu Lam Road East."
"Oh!" Richard patted his head, "I forgot about this." There was a look of regret on his face.
Richard turned to look at Xu Mingsheng, "Xu, you are lucky."
Xu Mingsheng gave him a proud and reserved smile in return.
Richard rolled his eyes secretly, he left Li Zheng's contact information, and then said goodbye politely.
In just half an hour, Li Zheng got countless business cards in his hands. This is also the reason why many scholars are keen to participate in various academic conferences and expand their social circles.
Doing research cannot be done behind closed doors. Sometimes a phone call from a peer can save countless hours.
However, it was not Li Zheng or the professors from Heung Kong University who was the happiest at this conference, 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 of Li Zheng's business cards by the way. Zhang Yuejun has seen the names of several SCI authors and even auditors in these business cards!
In stark contrast to Li Zheng's side, there are scholars from Hua Guo.
In the past, because of the political environment, Chinese scholars rarely had the opportunity to participate in this kind of conference, and the interpersonal relationship was naturally weaker.
"Meng Lao, do we want to go up and say hello?" Chen Anbang asked hesitantly.
Meng Jiayin shook his head, "Later. Xiao Chen, call the country to find out who Li Zheng's grandfather is."
He sighed, and seemed to say to himself, "Our country doesn't have an original drug of its own yet."
All Chinese scholars were silent.
The Heung Kong University and his party returned to the hotel by car. Along the way, Xu Mingsheng's mouth was always grinning.
"Hahaha, have you seen Johnson's face? It's really funny! That old boy must have done it on purpose, knowing that we might make a report on the RESE virus this time! Use such a sly trick! He didn't expect it, We also have a little genius."
"Li Zheng, you really gave us a face for Hong Kong University!" Xu Mingsheng patted Li Zheng's shoulder hard.
This strength is really heavy!
Because the academic report was finished, the group of Heung Kong University felt that the burden was lifted all of a sudden. After dinner, the group of six, 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, euphemistically called it: relax.
As for Li Zheng and the three...
"Zhang Yuejun, let's go shopping, there are many things here that Xiangjiang does not have." Seeing several professors leave, Yang Ning said impatiently.
Zhang Yuejun shook his head and refused without thinking about it. He ran for the patent today and died. He felt that what he had to do now was to go back to his room and have a good sleep.
"Look for Li Zheng."
Yang Ning glanced at him coldly, "Li Zheng's younger brother's hand is used for experiments."
Zhang Yuejun…
Oh, his hands deserve to carry things.
Zhang Yuejun glanced at Li Zheng. Li Zheng's hand was clearly articulated, his finger joints showed a faint cyan color, and the delicate skin texture, against the orange light of the hotel, seemed to be a work of art that should be placed on the exhibition stand.
He looked at his black and sturdy hands again, and felt that Yang Ning was right...
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Most of the existing drug production lines in Huaguo 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 the profit of drugs, the enthusiasm for production is extremely low.
And the production lines of these pharmaceutical companies are incomplete. A complete pharmaceutical production line should include all steps from raw material supply to packaging. However, many basic raw materials required for drug production cannot be extracted and produced in China.
In this era, domestic pharmaceutical factories are said to be pharmaceutical factories, but in fact, they are drug processing factories. For example, Foxconn in later generations undertakes the process of assembling a certain component or mobile phone. But Apple's core technology and most of its profits are out of touch with it.
Li Zheng thought while taking a walk after dinner. 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, he took two quick steps to open the door of the room.
"Why do you two come here when you are free? I should visit you." He said, turning his body slightly and making a gesture of invitation to the two of them.
Meng Jiayin and Chen Anbang did not refuse and entered the room directly.
The two sat down on the sofa in the room, and Li Zheng took out a cup and filled them with water.
"Li Zheng, you're a real faceless person! An original drug! After so many years of struggle by scholars in the biological field of China, no real original drug has come out!" Meng Jiayin looked at the young man with an expression on his face. Can not help but a little complicated.
The theoretical knowledge of Chinese scholars can be said to be very solid. After Meng Jiayin returned to the room, he carefully analyzed the molecular formula of Li Zheng's drug, and he believed in the authenticity of the new drug by six points.
Li Zheng pushed the cup in front of Meng Jiayin, "Meng Lao, what Chinese scholars lack is an advanced laboratory."
Meng Jiayin smiled bitterly, "But this laboratory is not easy to build. Let alone us, I can't wait to split a penny into two cents to spend. It's the physics laboratory of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the vibration platform does not know."
"It's an instrument that simulates various vibrations during rocket launch and missile flight. Those who learn gifts buy from foreigners with money, and foreigners refuse to sell them. It's embargoed."
"Not to mention our domestic experimental equipment, that is, the production line of one drug is not needed by others. Those domestic drugs are all produced on one production line, no matter whether it is toxic or not, we know that this will not work, but what can we do? What. Poor."
Li Zheng was silent. Since the 1950s and the Soviet Union, China has fallen into an isolated island of technology, even though 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.
"I've talked a bit too much. Young people don't like to hear it." Seeing Li Zheng's silence, Meng Jiayin's heart sank, but he said with a smile on his face.
Li Zheng shook his head, "Meng Lao, you have been worrying too much, I'm just a little ashamed, I..." Li Zheng knew that he had chosen the fastest and wisest path, but in the face of these older generation scholars who gave their all to the country, he still felt ashamed.
Meng Jiayin smiled.
"Li Zheng, let me just say it bluntly. In addition to participating in the conference, we have another purpose, which is to introduce an advanced pharmaceutical production line for our country. There is also a machine for the production of pharmaceutical raw materials, which is very suitable for pharmaceutical raw materials. We have successfully extracted it in the laboratory, what is lacking is a machine that can produce it on a large scale." Meng Jiayin looked at Li Zheng with bright eyes.
Li Zheng got up, and he took a document from the bedside table and handed it to Meng Jiayin.
"Meng Lao, look at the feasibility of this plan."