Chapter 483: Care for trouble!

When Su Can went to pick up his luggage, the four of them walked towards the exit together...com

From a distance, I saw someone in the crowd picking up the plane with the name "Qin Luo" written in Chinese.

Qin Luo waved to the bearded man holding the sign. The bearded man immediately understood, and then several people quickly came to Qin Luo.

"Mr. Qin Luo. I am Zhang Bo, the director of the Chinese Medicine Association in Paris." The bearded man stretched out his big hand and shook Qin Luo.

Then he pointed to a middle-aged man in a suit and ties next to him, saying, "This is Mr. Zhao Zilong, chairman of the French International Medical Center."

"Welcome to Paris. Mr. Qin is a young hero. South Korea is famous for his battle. He has a great reputation for us Chinese medicine colleagues. I have had a dinner and chatted with friends in the circle. When I talked, I would like to mention Mr. Daming. I heard from Mr. Zhang that you are here today, and I recommend myself to pick you up. It is a great honor to meet him today. Haha-----I was a little excited for the first time----I was rude." Zhao Zilong seemed to be a die-hard fan of Qin Luo. After seeing Qin Luo, he was very enthusiastic. He held his hand and refused to let go. He said a few touching words of confession.

"Thank you. I'm also honored to meet Mr. Zhao. I'll have more trouble in the future." Qin Luo said with a smile.

Zhang Bo finally pointed to a young man standing outside, who was standing straight and straight, dressed in a decent suit, and looked quite heroic, and said, "This is Wu Yongxiu, the deputy of the embassy."

I don’t know if it was because of this man’s youthful and frivolous style or the unique style of a soldier, but he was quite cold and stretched out his hand and said lightly: “Welcome to Mr. Qin.”

"Thank you." Qin Luo was puzzled in his heart, but it was not reflected on his face.

He introduced Li Qingcheng, Su Can and Gore to the three of them. After they met, Zhang Bo said, "Mr. Qin, the hotel has been booked and the hotel has been booked. Should we go back to the room for a short rest or go to have a meal first?"

Qin Luo looked at Li Qingcheng, and Li Qingcheng said, "Let's go have a meal first."

From this question and answer, Zhang Bo and Zhao Zilong and others immediately began to reposition Li Qingcheng's role. They would never ignore her again and think that she was just a little assistant who followed her to help.

"The car is already waiting outside. Let's go over." Zhao Zilong said with a smile.

"You can also enjoy the night view of Paris by the way." Zhang Bo said with a smile. He stepped forward and wanted to grab the bag from Su Can, but Su Can refused to let go.

"Please trouble you." Qin Luo said politely. He didn't care about him either. However, he wanted to repay him twice as much as possible. He wished everyone would get seriously ill, and then he used his skillful hand to save people from danger.

Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah-----What kind of vicious thoughts are these?

Unlike London that was destroyed by the London fire in 1666, and Lisbon that was destroyed by the Lisbon earthquake in 1755, Paris has retained its mark of the past while even the layout of some of the oldest streets, while forming a unified style and realizing modern infrastructure.

Therefore, Paris has two titles: the capital of romance and the capital of fashion. It is like a classic and graceful dressed princess in the medieval ages, or an urban socialite wearing Chanel, Van Cleef & Arpels diamond ornaments, and carrying gucci or LV bags in the 21st century.

No matter what kind of feelings and tastes you have and what kind of ideals you come with, it will never disappoint you.

"How is it? Paris is beautiful, right?" Zhao Zilong asked with a smile in a sign-long RV.

"Yes." Qin Luo looked at the bustling scenery outside in the dim lights through the window, nodded and said.

"What a pity. This is someone else's place. We are just passers-by." Zhang Bo said with a sigh.

His words were just a pun, not only talking about the helplessness of these wandering foreigners, but also pointing out the dilemma of Chinese medicine being about to be expelled from Europe at this time.

This country belongs to others, and the rules are also set by others. They draw a line casually, and that line may be a gap that you will never cross in your life.

Qin Luo's purpose in coming to Paris was to make that line retreat a little, then retreat a little, until it retreats into the heart of the city, until traditional Chinese medicine can enter the city, and then take root, sprout, and grow. Ten years, hundreds of years, bear fruits.

"Have you tried hard before?" Li Qingcheng asked.

"How could it not be?" Zhao Zilong smiled bitterly. He was a straightforward person and spoke in a rough manner. "We foreign merchants pay a lot of taxes, but they are raised by stepmothers--one rules and regulations are formulated by our laws, which restrict us tightly. If you want to do something, you have to spend money. Take my company for example. In order to pass the EU GMP certification, the money invested is more than 20 million yuan. Half of the relationship was used. Those grandchildren took the money and did not do anything. Turning around and doing things with you, you can't do anything to them."

"Have you passed the gmp argument now?" Li Qingcheng asked.

"It's passed." Zhao Zilong smiled: "It's because I spent enough money and I have spent it to an important place. So I passed it. Can I pass it? Is it a matter of their words?"

"Then why don't other European pharmaceutical companies do this?" Li Qingcheng asked.

"It's expensive. The investment is high." Zhao Zilong complained repeatedly. "If a company's traditional Chinese medicine is registered in accordance with the provisions of the "Traditional Plant Medicine Registration Procedure Directive", the registration fee will be about 800,000 yuan Huaxia coins. It will take more than 4 million Huaxia coins to pass the EU GMP certification, production equipment and other hardware investment, and software investments such as training and expert guidance will still cost about 4 million yuan. I said that this is all open expenses. There is also a ** expense - this is what draws people's blood. I feel very distressed now. How many companies can bear it? If you do this, can you still make money? If you can't make money, you will eventually go bankrupt?"

Zhang Bo, who is responsible for driving, said: "According to their regulations, it is difficult to provide proof that the product has a 15-year use history in the EU market. Some classic Chinese patent medicines that have been recorded in the Chinese Pharmacopoeia for more than 15 years and do not contain toxic medicinal materials, and are still widely used, such as Liuwei Dihuang Pills, Wuji Baifeng Pills, etc., have entered the EU market as early as 1995. However, even a century-old store like Tongrentang is difficult to provide proof that the product has a 15-year use history in the EU market. This is a dead rule, and it is difficult to settle even if you take money."

"That means, we have no choice but to retreat?" Li Qingcheng asked with a smile.

"Yes. They can only regress their regulations." Zhang Bo said.

"Do you think it's possible?" Li Qingcheng turned his face and looked at Qin Luo, who was sitting next to him silently and didn't know what he was thinking, and asked.

"This has nothing to do with the possibility of being impossible. We must do this." Qin Luo said. "We must always find a glimmer of vitality for traditional Chinese medicine."

"Where are you going to start?" Li Qingcheng said with a smile.

"I didn't think it through."

"What suggestions do you have?" Li Qingcheng asked Zhang Bo and Zhao Zilong and others again.

As long as they are men, they always like to chase beautiful women. Although Zhang Bo and Zhao Zilong suspected that Li Qingcheng and Qin Luo had a very short relationship, there would be no problem if they looked at each other for a few times.

"Our suggestions are useless," said Zhao Zilong. "If it is useful, we have tried it long ago. I have been in Paris for seven years, and the country has sent a lot of people to solve this problem in the past seven years. However, until now, the problem has not been solved."

It means that everything starts from scratch.

The place to eat is in a French restaurant. In Zhao Zilong's words, it is: follow the local customs. Others say that French cuisine is the most advanced dish in the world. Its texture is delicate, the sauce is delicious, and the tableware is gorgeous. It can be called an art. If you agree, you have to know why it is delicious. If you don't agree, you have to know why it is not delicious.

Qin Luo likes to eat Chinese cuisine, but the guests follow the guests and others invite them to eat, so he did not object. He is not a person who knows the quality of life. He doesn't know how to cut out beef pieces that are suitable for chewing, and he can't drink the origin and year of red wine. For him, as long as it tastes good and is full, it's fine.

However, Li Qingcheng is knowledgeable, and looks like a slut behind him, and looks like a noble lady in front of him. Wherever she sits, the etiquette at the dining table is noble and elegant, and she is a fashionable socialite who is used to eating French dinners.

At the dinner table, everyone had a great time talking. Zhao Zilong and Zhang Bo raised their glasses from time to time to invite him to drink. Qin Luo was not able to drink enough, and he felt dizzy when he went down a glass of red wine. However, Li Qingcheng had strong combat power and was unbeaten after repeated battles.

Wu Yongxiu ate his own steak alone, not talking or drinking, like an outsider.

After drinking and eating, Qin Luo asked, "What are the arrangements tomorrow?"

"I've been enjoying the mountains and rivers. Mr. Qin and Miss Li come to Paris from afar. They always have to appreciate the customs and culture here." Wu Yongxiu finally spoke. But the content of this answer really makes people feel displeased.

"There is no time for the time being." Qin Luo said with a smile. "It's better to do the important thing first."

"Mr. Qin. Do you think this can be done?" Wu Yongxiu said sarcastically: "It was because they sent you here because they were ill and went to the hospital. If you really think you could have the skill to turn the world back, you would be wrong. Just do it. Just do it. Just play around like the groups of people in front of you, take a photo in front of the Eiffel Tower, leave a picture at the Arc de Triomphe, and then go to the door of the lv brand store to buy a bag and send it back, and say it is unsuccessful. What can they do to you? Why do you have to cause trouble?"
Chapter completed!