Leonie thought about these two people and suddenly smiled: "A pair of old men and old ladies, they can be considered a talented man and a beautiful woman."
Huang Xin pushed him: "I'm so sorry for you."
Then Huang Xin criticized Wang Ai: "No matter what, he is so much older than you, you should respect him even if you make private comments."
Kangsi said quietly from the side: "But, they should be considered equal, right? They are all in the main hall?"
Huang Xin smiled and said: "You and Beihai are both citizens, so?"
"Oh." Kangsi looked at Wang Ai: "Be honest, do you hear me?"
A few people laughed and laughed to disperse the poisonous atmosphere caused by the diary, but the situation of Wang Ai fans thousands of miles away was still lingering in the hearts of a few people and it was precisely because it was difficult to solve that no one mentioned it.
Three days later, the news that "Milan fans publicly asked Wang Ai for help", which once attracted a small amount of attention on the Internet but was quickly submerged in many waves of sadness, was resurfaced. Fans asking for help reposted an article, which read
: "I unexpectedly received support from the Chinese management team of Inter Milan. According to them, Wang Ai, who is far away in BJ, saw my post and was very anxious but could not come over, so he had to entrust them to raise some supplies for me. I didn't expect that,
The thing I posted casually actually caught his attention, thank you! You and the Chinese from Inter Milan saved my life!"
When Wang Ai saw it, he had been quarantined for twelve days, and there were still three days left before returning home. But on this day, what Huang Xin and the others had predicted finally happened, and many Milan people in trouble saw that someone really got it.
Help was inspired and desperately chased the misty straw. Countless people on social accounts clicked Wang Ai's name...
"Fortunately, we have a few days to delay." Huang Xin pushed away the laptop and looked at Wang Ai: "What should I do?"
Wang Ai pondered for a moment and put down the tea cup: "What can I do? Donate."
Leonie said: "What is lacking now is supplies, not money."
"I can't change materials either." Wang Ai fell into thinking with some sadness.
After a while, Wang Ai raised his head and said, "I'll discuss it with you."
Several people looked at him curiously and heard him say: "It's not easy to get a ventilator. We were very nervous a while ago, but things like masks and protective clothing have calmed down. Northern Light Industry alone can produce 70 million masks a day."
?The market is completely sufficient. I can buy some and send them over, as well as protective clothing. But there is another aspect that I suddenly remembered."
"What?" Leonie asked.
“I forget when, but I read an article on the Internet, saying that there are a lot of shady Chinese medicine practitioners, but Chinese herbal medicines are selling very well in foreign countries. The Japanese have done a lot of work in this regard, and the Japanese have taken a lot of profits.
Because the Chinese herbal medicine in our country is made according to the traditional Chinese medicine tradition and does not meet the standards of Western medicine, but Japan does not have this burden."
Huang Xin interjected: "But traditional Chinese medicine can't cure it now."
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "Not only Chinese medicine, but also Western medicine can't cure it, but Chinese medicine can alleviate the symptoms and make them less uncomfortable. Many symptoms are the cause of death, just like colds. Cold viruses themselves are difficult to kill.
However, high temperature can cause organ failure easily. Therefore, reducing symptoms with traditional Chinese medicine is equivalent to lowering the mortality rate, increasing the recovery rate, and improving the patient's mobility."
Kang Si said: “We don’t treat the root cause, but the symptoms.”
"Yes, that's what it means." Wang Ai agreed: "And our country's traditional Chinese medicine productivity should still be sufficient. Ginseng is only a few yuan, right?"
"So you are going to donate a batch of Chinese medicine? By the way, help open the door for domestic Chinese medicine overseas?" Leonie's eyes were burning: "This is killing two birds with one stone, benefiting at no cost."
"Well, isn't this a coincidence? I want to do something, but I can't. I don't have the right medicine, and I don't have enough money. It just so happens that Chinese medicine is effective, helpful, and not expensive. Chinese medicine also wants to go abroad. I
Can get support.”
Huang Xin took a deep breath: "I think it's better for you to discuss it with your parents first. One is that your so-called excess productivity of traditional Chinese medicine is just your judgment and lacks basis. Maybe you are nervous now? The other is
Regarding the issue of Chinese medicine going overseas, how do you know for sure that domestic Chinese medicine groups have this intention? Even if they do, how strong is it? How much support can they provide? Or to put it bluntly, how much discount are you willing to give you for purchasing? Also, now you want
What you are promoting are all products that have not been approved for listing in foreign countries. How do you deal with foreign regulatory agencies?"
Kang Si whispered from the side: "There is still a possibility of substandard goods..."
When Wang Ai heard this, he decisively picked up the phone and called home. Wang Bin listened silently and couldn't help but said: "Are you addicted to cross-border medicine? A sports star wants to be the spokesperson for traditional Chinese medicine? You are not busy enough, and the Football Association can't hold it.
You are, right?"
Wang Ai got stuck, and after a while he said, "Just tell me, is this useful or not? Is this a good thing? Can it be done? Should I do it?"
Wang Bin was silent for a moment: "Wait!"
After a day of suffering, Wang Bin called: "I contacted Chairman Liu of Sinopharm Group. Chairman Liu was very interested and specifically asked Academician Zhang some professional questions. Now I am officially informing you that Sinopharm Group agrees in principle to your donation of traditional Chinese medicine."
The proposal. The specific scale and type need to be discussed with them in detail, and I will not get involved in this aspect."
"Why don't you intervene?" Wang Ai asked a little confused.
Wang Bin got stuck, and after a while he said angrily: "What do you think I am like you? After all, you are a non-governmental figure outside the system. You are willing to cross borders and talk nonsense. People have to praise you for serving the country wholeheartedly. I cross borders.
?That’s what I call interfering in other people’s work!”
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Wang Ai clapped her lips: "You're an old man, you're still so angry."
Huang Xin held back a smile on the side: "Dad is very busy during this period. The epidemic needs to be fought, production needs to continue, medical productivity needs to be organized, and daily production needs to be maintained. BJ, travels back and forth to the Northeast, XJ, also goes to Sichuan often,
It’s not easy to find time to take care of such noisy things like yours.”
"I don't think it would be easier to have the deputy director's father come forward?" Wang Ai muttered a few words to cheer up: "Okay, I'll go talk to Director Liu!"
"You still have two days of quarantine." Huang Xin reminded.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! It's delaying things, delaying things!" Wang Ai spun around in circles.
Just as he was talking, the door opened and Anna came in with a phone: "Doctor, there is an unknown number for BJ, a landline."
Wang Ai blinked: "You answer first."
Anna answered the call and covered the phone with a few words: "Who is the chairman of Sinopharm Group?"
Wang Ai and the women looked at each other and laughed out loud.
