How could Meng Zezhi dare to speak in such a tone!
It's not very pleasant to say, because there are 37 million AIDS patients in the world, and this is only the official data.
Before that, the common method of treating AIDS in the world was 'cocktail therapy', the so-called cocktail therapy is actually antiviral therapy, which refers to the combination of three antiviral drugs according to certain rules like a cocktail made by western countries. Methods used to treat AIDS. This therapy both stops HIV from multiplying and prevents the development of drug-resistant viruses in patients.
But the efficacy of 'cocktail therapy' is not 100%, patients must take long-term medication, and cannot be cured. Moreover, long-term use of the drug can cause toxic side effects including lipid dystrophy, abnormal accumulation of fat in the back and abdomen, and abnormally elevated blood lipid concentration, the most serious of which are liver failure and diabetes.
According to industry data, in 2017, the total market sales of antiviral reversal drugs were US$27 billion.
And this is still in some developing countries (such as India, the country with the largest AIDS population in Asia, with 5.7 million AIDS patients according to official statistics) violating the patent system, wanton imitation of original drugs and market intervention (including seeking financial support for market intervention, subsidies In the case of pharmaceutical manufacturers)—
This is mainly because antiretroviral drugs are scarce and their prices are controlled by the market. If there is no intervention, they will definitely exceed the affordability of African countries. After all, African countries are the ravages of AIDS.
Don't forget, this $27 billion is just sales in 2017, if it's 10 years, 20 years... that's a figure that ordinary people can only look up to.
The profit of ordinary commodities is generally not higher than 50%, and in the pharmaceutical industry, commonly used drugs, taking 2 ml of 20 mg of nafopam hydrochloride injection as an example, the ex-factory price is 0.32 yuan each, and the winning price is 18.49 yuan. The retail price is 21.26 yuan, which means that the intermediate profit is as high as 6500%.
And this is not an exception.
In the market for scarce medicines, that number can quadruple again.
Of course, the words cannot be said to be so absolute. After all, the more scarce the drug, the higher the initial investment in equipment, workshops, especially research and development costs, including drugs.
Just because the benefits of antiretroviral drugs that can prevent the virus from multiplying are so high, how big is the market prospect of a special drug that can cure AIDS
Meng Zezhi's preliminary estimate is that if it is mass-produced, the cost of a set of four courses of liquid medicine should not exceed 3,000 yuan.
From the perspective of capitalists, then, as the world's only drug that can treat AIDS so far, a set of medicinal liquids can be sold for 100,000 US dollars, right
Of the 37 million AIDS patients in the world, even if only 20 percent of them can afford treatment, that's a $700 billion profit.
Know that Bill Gates has a net worth of $86 billion.
As long as the AIDS vaccine is not developed for one day, will the state and social welfare organizations dare to ignore the life and death of the remaining 80% of AIDS patients
It's cold-blooded to say this, but who would dare to say it's not the truth.
Marx once said: "If there is 100% profit, the capitalists will take risks; if there is 200% profit, the capitalists will flout the law; if there is 300% profit, the capitalists will trample everything in the world. !”
This is also why these pharmaceutical companies will come to the door.
Meng Zezhi did not intend to hand over the special drugs to domestic pharmaceutical companies for production. On the one hand, it was to complete the task of revenge on Jiang Qiyang. On the other hand, it was not conducive to the expansion of interests. Pharmaceutical companies need strength and lack of strength, and they need sales channels without sales channels. Special medicines are handed over to them. It takes at least two years before and after clinical trials, plant construction, and equipment assembly—this is their original words.
In two years, once something goes wrong, the sample is lost, or the experimental data is leaked, it will be enough for a foreign cutting-edge biological laboratory to crack the secret of the special medicine in the shortest possible time—
In the face of trillions of dollars in profits, how do you think these pharmaceutical companies will choose
Meng Zezhi can't afford to gamble, and neither can these domestic pharmaceutical companies.
Don't think that there are only a few pharmaceutical companies sitting here. In fact, they represent the interests of a large part of the capital giants in the United States and Europe.
Take Johnson & Johnson, the No. 1 company on the Forbes global pharmaceutical company list, as an example. The largest shareholder of Johnson & Johnson is BlackRock, and the largest shareholder of BlackRock is PNC Banking Association.
The PNC Banking Association is affiliated with the Rockefeller Consortium. Yes, it is the largest monopoly group in the United States that is based on the oil monopoly, and through continuous control of financial institutions, extends its sphere of influence to various sectors of the national economy, and can even influence the government's domestic and foreign policies.
Otherwise, why would Meng Zezhi dare to pin his hopes of revenge on Jiang Qiyang on the AIDS drug
Walking out of the conference room, Meng Zezhi was in a good mood and refreshed.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the office, he was stopped by someone.
The person who came was the school's school worker, Master Dong: "Professor Meng, there are letters from you, more than a dozen from abroad!"
"letter?"
Since he proved Goldbach's conjecture, he has received at least a hundred or so letters every month, but they are all mail.
This paper letter is the first to be returned.
"Okay, thank you Master Dong."
"Professor Meng is polite."
After entering the office, Meng Zezhi opened the thick stack of letters and saw that there were 18 letters in total, from 13 well-known professors from Harvard, Princeton and other universities, and letters of recommendation to seven students.
In foreign countries, especially in the United States, when professors enroll students, they want to get more information about the student while paying attention to the grades, so the recommendation letter system came into being.
American professors attach great importance to recommendation letters, but also to the research performance and academic status of the person who rewrites the recommendation letter. A recommendation letter written by an industry leader can often change the tutor's opinion of the applicant, thereby changing the result of admission.
This was not the first time Meng Zezhi had received a recommendation letter, but it was a matter of his previous life.
Meng Zezhi read through these recommendation letters carefully. Those who can be recommended by well-known professors have no scientific research ability, at least they are stronger than the students under him. This is the truth.
Meng Zezhi was a little moved.
Then I called Dean Fu: "President Fu, are we recruiting international students?"
"What?" Dean Fu asked.
"It's like this..." Meng Zezhi explained the ins and outs of the matter.
"Why not?" Dean Fu was refreshed: "When has our mathematics department received such treatment?"
"However," Dean Fu said in a deep voice after the surprise, "Although academics know no borders, people do have borders. If conditions permit, we must give priority to cultivating our own people."
"Don't worry, I still have my senses on this point." Meng Zezhi said.
"Then how many do you plan to recruit?" Dean Fu asked.
"Two, one for a doctorate and one for a master's degree. Give me one more doctoral student enrollment quota."
Meng Zezhi's original plan was to recruit five masters and two doctorates.
"That's fine." Dean Fu agreed, and he wished Meng Zezhi would admit more students.
Just hung up the phone here, there was a knock on the door over there.
"Please come in." Meng Zezhi said casually.
"Professor Meng, are you busy?"
Meng Zezhi looked up, "Dean He?"
Dean He is the Dean of the Department of Biology.
"Don't disturb Professor Meng!" Dean He said with a smile.
"No, please take a seat." After speaking, Meng Zezhi stood up and poured him a glass of water.
"How come Dean He is free to come to me?"
"Isn't this heard that Professor Meng plans to cooperate with Professor Zhu to develop an AIDS vaccine?" Dean He took a sip from the glass. "I just came over and asked Professor Meng if he wanted to recruit a few students to fight or something?"
"Recruiting students?" Meng Zezhi realized later: "A major in biology?"
"right."
"I think about it," Meng Zezhi rubbed his chin, and he said it too. When he entered the laboratory, he wouldn't be able to ask math students to help him with trivial things.
Thinking of this, he hesitated and said, "But I'm not a professor of biology either!"
"Small thing." Dean He said with a smile, "I'll give you an honorary professor title when I go back. I'll report your name when the degree committee holds a doctoral supervisor selection meeting next week."
So recruiting students is just a pretense, the most important thing is to get Meng Zezhi to be a professor in the Department of Biology.
This is a living sign.
"Is this okay?" Meng Zezhi was stunned.
"Others can't, Professor Meng, you must."
Since Dean He's words are all for this sake, Meng Zezhi has no reason to refuse, he nodded: "Well, I will..."
He pondered for a while: "Two doctoral students, two graduate students."
Anyway, a group of sheep is put, and two groups of sheep are also driven.
"Then it's settled." Dean He smiled happily.
When he got home, Zhu Zhengqing had already made dinner.
Meng Zezhi threw the coat he took off on the sofa, looked at the big fish and meat on the table, and raised his eyebrows: "Well, what's a good day today?"
"It's not a good day," Zhu Zhengqing's eyes flashed slightly, and he changed the subject: "By the way, what would you like to drink?"
Meng Zezhi stared at the tips of his slightly flushed ears, his eyes half-squinted: "Brandy, just the bottle that Principal Chen gave me a few days ago."
"good."
At the dinner table, Meng Zezhi poured a small glass of wine for himself and Zhu Zhengqing each, then raised the glass and said, "Come, I'll toast you, I've worked hard for you for the past three months."
"Well." Zhu Zhengqing accepted it with a sense of peace of mind.
After that, the two of them didn't speak any more, they just accelerated the speed of eating by coincidence.
After filling his stomach and resting for a while, Meng Zezhi went into the kitchen and Zhu Zhengqing went to the bedroom.
After washing the dishes and coming out, Meng Zezhi reached out and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt after hearing the faint sound of water in his ears, fidgeting.
He wandered around the door twice, and finally reached out and opened the bathroom door decisively.
Hot and humid steam rushed towards his face, looking at the naked man in front of him, his eyes were full of flowers, and he said in a hollow voice: "How about we wash together?"
Although Meng Zezhi was a novice, a novice also tasted like a novice. For example, the speed of piling was fast, and he knocked out tricks at a point that could go in and out.
Until Zhu Zhengqing shouted in a daze: "Dad."
Meng Zezhi stopped chewing on Xiaohongguo, not knowing whether he should be atrophied or more energetic.
If it's the former, it's a bit of a disappointment.
If it's the latter, it's a bit perverted.
Without waiting for him to react, Zhu Zhengqing reached out and pinched his waist, and hummed, "Why stop, move..."
Hearing this, Meng Zezhi almost lost control, and immediately put these strange thoughts behind him and immersed himself in work.
Two hours later, when Meng Zezhi came back from the bath, Zhu Zhengqing still hadn't slept.
Meng Zezhi lifted the quilt and lay in, while Zhu Zhengqing rolled over and got into his arms.
Meng Zezhi twisted the quilt for him: "Go to sleep."
"No," Zhu Zhengqing closed his eyes and said with a long nasal voice, "There is something else to tell you."
"What's the matter, you said."
"Say, what are you talking about?" Zhu Zhengqing thought in a daze: "By the way, you are not allowed to license the patent of AIDS medicine to Tengrui Pharmaceutical."
This is very domineering, but it sounds like a spoiled child.
"What?" Meng Zezhi cheered up: "Tengrui Pharmaceutical offended you?"
He remembered that Tengrui Pharmaceutical was one of the top five pharmaceutical companies in the world.
"Ok-"
After panting for a while, Zhu Zhengqing said intermittently: "Why do you think I gave up the cutting-edge biological laboratory at Harvard and returned to China, because I was forced by Teng Rui... I developed a I have developed a new type of monoclonal antibody, which is anti-tumor, which is still a blank in China. I want to license the patent to Huayi Group for production. Tengrui wants to monopolize the high-end market of anti-tumor drugs in Huaguo, so I want to come up with a high price. I bought the patent from me, but I didn't agree... Later, my laboratory began to be frequently attacked by hackers, and a dozen colleagues were either intimidated or bribed to leave the laboratory one after another... Huhu... "
Saying that, Zhu Zhengqing's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell asleep directly.
Meng Zezhi frowned slightly and said, "Okay."
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Zhu Zhengqing: ... cough, this is my first time blowing pillow air, and I'm not very proficient!