Half a month of isolation is finally over. Families of all sizes can go out, breathe the fresh air again, see the blue sky and white clouds again, and can't help but feel intoxicated.
After shaking hands with the disheveled staff one by one and saying goodbye, Wang Ai took everyone on the bus. The city of Beijing was much deserted than usual, but normal order was still maintained. People came and went, cars came and went, basically The above is just a normal day with a little depression.
"Your dad is doing research in Shandong, and I have to go to Shenyang in two days to see the spring plowing of agricultural assistants in the north." Ai Xiaoqing said to Wang Ai at home in Haidian: "What do you want to do when you come back? There are a lot of children. "
Wang Ai was a little embarrassed: "I took another job for myself..."
Ai Xiaoqing nodded as expected after listening to her son's description: "I guess you can't be idle. Over the years, you seem to have a grudge against your idle days, always looking for trouble for yourself. The only thing your dad and I are lucky about is Yes, although you are out of tune, have whimsical ideas, and cause trouble for others, your intentions are good and the things you do are good."
Wang Ai chuckled: "With such a big reputation and such a lot of energy, it always feels like a waste if you don't do something...it's a shameful waste!"
Ai Xiaoqing shook her head: "Qinglian has just given birth, and Wenjun is about to give birth. Don't forget what you should do."
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded seriously: "I will try to go home every day."
Seeing that Wang Ai and her son had finished speaking, Leonie rushed forward and hugged Ai Xiaoqing's arm: "Mom, how many trophies have I earned for you this year? How do you reward me?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Ai Xiaoqing shook her arm in disgust.
Leonie hugged her tightly and refused to let go: "Why doesn't it matter? I'm the logistics director!"
Ai Xiaoqing, and Wang Zhonghua, who was ignored by his mother when he returned home, all lowered their heads...
"How's it going?" Wang Ai walked to the baby room upstairs and took Xu Qinglian's hand.
Just after putting the two children to sleep, Xu Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master, for asking, Xiaolian is fine."
Wang Ai smiled and nodded: "Is the productivity enough?"
“Basically the same as consumption.”
"Is it sustainable? People's needs are constantly growing."
"We will continue to increase production."
"It is not advisable to exceed the bearing capacity, and supply-side reforms must be considered."
"Complementary feeding will gradually come online."
Wang Ai stopped talking and narrowed his eyes with a smile. Xu Qinglian bit her lip with a smile. Then the two of them walked outside, and the conversation changed to: "I'll check", "What can you understand", "I can't understand" So I want to experience it myself", "You actually stole my daughter's food", "As a responsible father, of course I have to judge the quality of food for my daughter", "You know nothing", "I have eaten it", "Ah"!
While they were making a fuss, there was a cough at the door. Wang Ai turned around and found that it was Shi Wenjun with a big belly.
"I said, can't you two wait? It's only been a week and it hasn't grown yet."
Xu Qinglian pushed Wang Ai away, pulled down her clothes, and said seriously: "You are right."
The little beauty was surprised when the big beauty continued: "Wang Ai, she is good. She can be used on a monthly basis."
The little beauty forced Wang Ai back, who was about to make a move, with her sharp eyes: "I heard that you are going to cooperate with Sinopharm Group to donate Chinese herbal medicine?"
"Yes." When it came to business, Wang Ai smoothed the hem of his clothes to reduce his aggression: "There are too many Milan fans. Well, I don't rule out that fans from more places will openly ask me for help in the future. I can't do anything.
.It just so happens that traditional Chinese medicine can relieve symptoms, reduce mortality, and is relatively cheap. What’s more precise is that traditional Chinese medicine has been blocked from going overseas, so I can get a lot of domestic support for doing this, which strengthens my assistance.
It’s like killing two birds with one stone.”
The little beauty nodded: "That's good. I'm here to remind you that our Northern Agricultural Assistant is also engaged in biopharmaceuticals and has his own traditional Chinese medicine."
Wang Ai nodded: "I remember."
"Yes." The little beauty stood up and walked out with a smile. She looked back at the two of them and said, "You can continue to play."
Xu Qinglian pushed Wang Ai and pointed at the little beauty's back: "Huzi, come on!"
"Wang!" Wang Ai turned around and said.
The happy family life seemed to last only a moment. On the afternoon of the day when the quarantine was lifted, Wang Ai was invited to the headquarters of Sinopharm Group for face-to-face consultations on the matter of "donating traditional Chinese medicine to the citizens of Milan".
"Dr. Wang, you have been famous for a long time." Chairman Liu took two steps quickly and enthusiastically stretched out his hand to shake it with Wang Ai: "I have been watching you compete all these years, and I am proud of you."
"Thank you, thank you." Wang Ai thanked him repeatedly: "I have wanted to come to visit and study for a long time, but I was really late."
After chatting for a while, both parties introduced their team members.
After sitting down, we exchanged a few more pleasantries and quickly got down to business.
First, Wang Ai introduced his idea in detail, including the origin of the matter, his difficulties, what he learned about the productivity of traditional Chinese medicine, and his desire to go overseas. Leonie, who was traveling with him, introduced Wang Ai’s number of fans in Milan and jersey sales.
, the sales volume of the main endorsed products and Wang Ai’s comprehensive influence in the local area. Kangsi reported the number of local patients in Milan, the price increase of major drugs, inventory and potential market demand, and analyzed the approximate scale of the next development of the epidemic.
Chairman Liu then reported on the productivity of traditional Chinese medicine, raw material reserves, and short-term allocation capabilities. Chairman Liu's assistants separately reported the conclusions of the study on the tolerance of Italian traditional Chinese medicine, the retail prices, wholesale prices of corresponding drugs, and the
The price and scale given to Wang Ai in this job. Part of this is free and will be donated in Wang Ai's name and through Wang Ai's channels. The other part needs Wang Ai to buy it with money. After all, Sinopharm Group is
No matter how big the business is, the family can't bear it, so they give it away.
In fact, the two parties have already communicated about these situations over the phone before. Today we mainly focus on two things: one is to determine the final donation scale and approximate batches; the other is to study the legal issues that may be encountered.
Many traditional Chinese medicines are "medicine" in China, but not in Italy, basically not in Europe, and even less so in the United States. Once the donation occurs, both Wang Ai and Sinopharm may run into trouble.
Chinese medicine has been studied overseas for many years. Many people have thought about it in this direction before. After all, there are always natural and man-made disasters in foreign countries. But in the end, it was blocked by international pharmaceutical groups and could not take shape. So if it is not done well this time, not only
If it doesn't have a good effect, it will end up looking bad.
If Wang Ai hadn't been tough enough and Wang Bin had come forward, Sinopharm wouldn't have bothered to deal with it. After so many years of hard work, I was a little discouraged. Anyway, if I can't get out, I can't get out. I'm living a pretty good life in China.
This chapter has been completed!