That night, the leaders of the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Academician Zhang, and Chairman Liu hosted a banquet for Wang Ai. Also present were cadres from the foreign affairs department and publicity department.
Before the banquet began, Chairman Liu invited Wang Ai to serve as an independent director of Sinopharm Group. Under the smiling eyes of the bureau leader, Academician Zhang, Wang Ai thought for a moment and accepted the appointment letter, but suggested: "It is best to announce it next year."
Chairman Liu thought for a moment and then smiled: "Are you really planning to become a saint?"
Wang Ai, who was a little gloomy at first, suddenly laughed: "What? Isn't it the country's intention to fulfill it?"
The publicity officer smiled and said: "Why?"
Wang Ai glanced at the bureau leaders: "What else could it be? I'm already a trademark of Chinese herbal medicine."
The bureau leaders laughed immediately, and some even started laughing after thinking about it for a moment.
The biggest problem with traditional Chinese medicine going overseas is the obstruction of Western pharmaceutical companies. Since the bourgeoisie can bribe experts to say that tobacco is healthy, cola is healthy, and even radium drinks are healthy, it can certainly bribe experts to modify the drug access rules to target cheap drugs.
Chinese herbal medicine has erected barriers.
Now Wang Ai has knocked a hole in this barrier. At this moment, the stronger Wang Ai's sainthood is, the more benefit he will get from Chinese herbal medicine, the harder it will be to smear him, and the smoother his way to the sea will be.
Some holes will never be repaired.
Compared with this economic prospect, the money Wang Ai spent was a drop in the bucket. If the policy did not allow it, Sinopharm Group would have reimbursed Wang Ai.
"I really didn't expect such a good thing to happen."
When the banquet was over, Chairman Liu was a little drunk and put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulders: "Without you, it would never have been possible. You have made great contributions to traditional Chinese medicine and our group! I really want to give you a big medal."
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"Okay, remember what you owe me." Wang Ai said with a smile as he walked Director Liu into the car and asked the driver to drive slower.
After the cars were gone, Wang Ai stared at the night sky in BJ with his hands on his hips, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had released all the hard work and anxiety of the past half month. Decades of continuous training can only be done during this period.
After maintaining it for two hours a day, still with bare hands, Wang Aizhen felt that he had reached his limit.
"What will the Chinese people say about me? Will they say I'm too nice to foreigners? Or, like the school bus did a few years ago, say the Chinese are still very poor and I should spend more money on the Chinese?"
Zhao Dan, who stood solemnly in the night wind and accompanied Wang Ai, chuckled: "Maybe there is such a voice, but I haven't seen it. Most of the comments on various platforms are very positive. Some netizens posted comments on overseas social media
After carrying a large amount of information back, the Chinese people saw the gratitude of ordinary Europeans to you and China, saw the praise of European governments and organizations, and even saw the jokes of those religious organizations. They should feel quite proud, right?"
"Oh." Wang Ai looked away from the dark night sky and looked at the guards who were also looking tired: "What about you?"
Qian Ziqiang tapped his chest: "I am a member of the country."
Wang Ai looked at Zhang Guang on the side again, and Zhang Guang nodded to Wang Ai honestly: "I am yours."
Wang Ai laughed and waved his hands fiercely, as if Zhang Guang's words were slapped away, but he didn't ask any more questions: "Come with me for a walk. I'll work hard for you for a while. I want to be quiet and enjoy the ordinary life." Common daily life.”
The horse was free to rein and go as it pleased. If Qian Ziqiang hadn't silently led the way, Wang Ai wouldn't have known where to go. Anyway, he crossed the Yindian Bridge and entered Ya'er Hutong unknowingly. When Wang Ai raised his head, it was exactly In front of the two front doors of my home.
"Haha." Wang Ai looked around: "I haven't looked at the front door of my house seriously for a long time. Hey, come to think of it..."
Suddenly, the door opened from the inside, and Xu Qinglian, Huang Xin, Leonie, Shi Wenjun, and Kang Si walked out one after another, surrounded by their guards. The second half of Wang Ai's words, "I am a little unfamiliar with my family." "It has become inertia and self-talk.
"You are a stranger to home, are you a stranger to us?" Xu Qinglian stepped forward: "You walked all the way back? You are really energetic."
Huang Xin whispered to Shi Wenjun: "I've lost weight."
Shi Wenjun nodded: "It's okay if you don't have any rest."
Leonie followed Xu Qinglian: "We're done, the little girl welcomes the master back home!"
Kangsi held up her hands and laughed, not knowing what to say.
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "Let's go, don't get cold so late, especially you, you have a big belly."
Shi Wenjun curled his lips in disgust and walked in with Wang Ai's support: "What's the big deal? You are one of the most famous Buddhas in Europe and a saint in this world."
"What? You want to hang me on a cross?"
"You are not qualified yet, only a saint can be qualified."
Walking to the door of the inner courtyard, Wang Ai turned back to Zhao Dan and the others and said: "Disband, you are too tired. It's time to go home and go to bed."
The guards dispersed, and Wang Ai and his family strolled through the trees in the courtyard. Several lilacs exuded their scent in the quiet night, and several peach trees bloomed with pink flowers that became more and more psychedelic in the light. , which made everyone feel that the years are peaceful and peaceful.
"Can you rest at home?" Huang Xin poured Wang Ai a cup of sobering tea and asked everyone's thoughts.
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "I have nothing else to do. I have been at home. I will rest for a few days, retrain, and recover. The league may start at some time."
"Everyone has been on vacation for half a month. Take a good rest, have fun, and relieve stress. It's better for you to find such a big trouble for yourself. What are you doing? Your reputation isn't big enough?" Shi Wenjun thought about it when he thought about it. Big fire.
"For you."
"Don't be so playful and smiling. You're celebrating summer early. Qinglian has just given birth. You're not helping at all."
"It's really for you." Wang Ai put on a serious face: "Tonight I accepted a banquet from the leader of the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Academician Zhang, and the chairman of Sinopharm Group. These are the three giants in the pharmaceutical industry, especially the traditional Chinese medicine industry. Leaders, Experts and entrepreneurs are all here. How will our biopharmaceuticals and Chinese herbal medicines be discriminated against in the future? Do I have a solution?"
Shi Wenjun listened leisurely and fascinated. He was about to say something when he suddenly realized: "Fart! I don't believe that you only ordered so many medicinal materials for the agricultural assistants in the north. Without you, we would not have any backlog, nor would we suffer any discrimination. You just don't do it.
, something really happened, I don’t believe it won’t work if you go, and we don’t want to take advantage!”
Leonie, who eats fruit, and Kang Si are happy. After so many years, they have never been so tit-for-tat with Wang Ai, and they have even become more and more submissive. Leonie's occasional "macho chauvinism" is more like a helpless act.
The little beauty is the only one who resists coquettishly as always.
