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Blue Morning Pharmaceuticals used to be a star enterprise in Northeast China. In its heyday, it was said that its annual output value was more than one billion yuan. Leaders at all levels liked to visit and investigate. Later, this company was still listed in Shanghai, in order to expand its development and build a fleet aircraft carrier-level enterprise in Huaxia Pharmaceutical Industry.

The result is probably that the leadership cared too much. The fleet aircraft carrier was not successfully built. It was suspended six times in the five years since it was launched. In the end, it was not enough to hang the label of 'ST', and a 'star' was added to indicate financial problems. There is a risk of delisting at any time.

In the end, the leader felt that the company was running out of steam, so he simply decided to sell it. Unfortunately... no one bought it.

When Zhou Qingfeng was selecting a pharmaceutical factory, the information of Lanchen Pharmaceutical was put in front of him. After reading the company's financial statements, he scolded with a smile: "With a debt of more than two billion yuan from the bank, you dare to ask for a price of three billion yuan. Do you really think others are fools?"

"There is no way, the people who created these deficits are still on stage. Those people would rather let this company completely rot than sell it cheaply, otherwise they will be accused of 'losing state-owned assets'." Yuan Mei also expressed helplessness , because Lanchen Pharmaceutical is still a state-owned enterprise.

Bmorn Pharmaceuticals itself is a mess, but it has many batches of drugs that can be easily marketed, and this is its greatest asset. It's not the first time Zhou Qingfeng has done the trick of selling dog meat. He would rather lower the grade of the product, but also be the first to sell it on the market.

It seems that the idea of ​​NTZ-45 being mixed into instant noodles for sale is a typical example.

If a regular pharmaceutical company invented NTZ-45, a drug that can regulate human emotions and improve psychological conditions, it would probably be sold as a miracle drug. If a drug does not sell for tens of thousands, it is too embarrassing to say that it is an international pharmaceutical company.

What is the reason for this? In addition to the huge profits in medicine, because of the high cost of research and development!

Zhou Qingfeng has a ready-made source of technology, but just copying NTZ-45 has already invested about 200 million U.S. dollars to succeed. If another pharmaceutical company starts from scratch, there will be no billion dollars or even a shadow, and various clinical trials are costly and time-consuming.

But Zhou Qingfeng was in a hurry, he couldn't wait to take out the NTZ-45 for money. So he simply mixed NTZ-45 into instant noodles as a seasoning, and it became an instant hit and he still made money.

"Wasteland Trade" was shipped domestically in the early days, and the monthly profit exceeded 100 million. In the later period, Yuan Mei felt that foreigners could earn more money, so he bought most of the limited NTZ-45 abroad.

Ordinary food doesn't need any special strict inspection, so the 'Supreme' instant noodles are sold all over the world. Everyone knows that this instant noodle is delicious, but after researching and researching, they just don't know why it is delicious?

As a result of this approach, the monthly profit of the 'Wasteland Trade' directly soared to 300 million soft sister coins, and there is still a growing trend.

If it is sold as medicine, it would be an eye-opener to complete the clinical trials within ten years. The domestic traditional Chinese medicine "Compound Danshen Dripping Pills" began to apply for US FDA certification in the late 1990s, and it took 17 years to complete this matter.

Seventeen years! Teenagers have become middle-aged.

Zhou Qingfeng said: I haven't waited for seventeen years. For seventeen years, I have already made my money back. He decided to get rid of this Blue Morning Pharmaceutical, and sell drugs with some black technology under the existing drug name and batch number. As long as the medicine works well, China's market of more than one billion people will be enough to make money.

After Uncle Zhou ordered this matter, he patted his ass and went to the United States to make trouble. The people in charge of this matter are naturally Yuan Mei, Feng Wan, Xu Guoqiang and others.

Considering Zhou Qingfeng's impatience, Yuan Mei decided to carry out several things at hand simultaneously. The first point is to set up a new 'radiation laboratory'. The laboratory requires privacy, closeness, easy management, and complete living facilities, and finally decided to buy an unfinished community for renovation.

In the past few years, Tianyang City has been engaged in the development of real estate, and many businessmen from all over the country came to speculate. There are also many more buildings in the city, but more of them are unfinished buildings.

"Who is the boss here?" Yuan Mei spent two days evaluating, and finally took a car, took the secretary and bodyguards to a villa area on the outskirts of the city to negotiate.

The sales office in this villa area has been dilapidated, and the weeds at the entrance are half the height of a person. Behind the welcome counter was a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker, holding a bowl of noodles and eating happily.

"I'm the boss, what are you doing here?" The middle-aged man squatted on the chair behind the welcome counter, rolled his eyes and looked at the few people who came in. He still had a mouthful of noodles in his mouth, and his speech was slurred.

Is this what the boss looks like? It's too down and out!

Yuan Mei opened her eyes. She sized up the middle-aged man suspiciously, and said, "I'm from the 'Wasteland Trade'. I called and made an appointment for an interview before I came here. I want to buy your piece of land. In the villa area, let’s make a price.”

Pfft..., sprayed all over the floor. The middle-aged man almost jumped up. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, opened his eyes and asked, "Who do you say you are?"

"My surname is Yuan, and I'm the general manager of 'Wasteland Trading'. I'm here to..."

Before Yuan Mei finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly yelled with trembling fingers: "I know you, you have been on TV. You are the one who collects junk, uh..., no, no, no! You are the one who saved the life Dozens of businesses, business wizards who added thousands of jobs."

These words made Yuan Mei's face darken. Now she is no longer the poor woman who pulled a tricycle under the sun and walked around the streets to collect waste. Regardless of her temperament or appearance, she has been promoted to the rank of a celebrity, but the common people in this market always talk about her unlucky experiences.

Everyone felt that a woman who started by collecting scraps, started the 'wasteland trade' with bare hands, and achieved a turnover of more than one billion within a year was really amazing and inspirational. Few people think about who is behind this achievement?

The word 'business wizard' must have been thought of by middle-aged people, and Yuan Mei knew that people in the city were used to calling her 'Trash King'.

Seeing Yuan Mei's unhappy face, the middle-aged man quickly bowed his head to apologize, and then rushed into a room behind the sales office like flying. After a crackling sound, a radiant and successful man in a suit and hairspray appeared in front of everyone.

"Mr. Yuan, hello! My surname is Liu,..." The middle-aged man also took out his business card and handed it to Yuan Mei respectfully. If you don't consider the mouthful of noodles that he stepped on, it's quite grand.

"Let's stop talking nonsense. You make a price, and this villa area and the surrounding 500 acres of land will be transferred to me." Yuan Mei has been with Zhou Qingfeng for a long time, and he has learned a lot of pride.

Now the middle-aged man hesitated, pondering for a long time before saying: "How about, five..., five hundred million, you take it all away."

As soon as the price came out, Yuan Mei turned around and left, saying, "Waste my time, next one".

"Don't..., Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yuan, don't go!" The middle-aged man rushed up, the noodles under his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground with a clang, almost hugging Yuan Mei's thigh. His anxious voice changed his voice, and he shouted: "Mr. Yuan, you make a price, you make a price."

"I will be responsible for the bank debt, and I will give you another 50 million. If you agree, we will sign the contract immediately, go to the government for record, and I can transfer the money to you today. If you think it's not possible..."

"Okay, okay, okay..." The middle-aged man fell and ate shit, but he didn't care about the pain and shouted, "I've been tired of this shitty place for a long time. Take it away, take it away, take it all away, I will Don't want to wait a moment."

The base of the 'Radiation Laboratory' is finally in hand.