Chapter Ten: Yan Huang Laboratory
That guy's wound has scabbed over.
Looking at the beast and his daughter's stunned expression, Yang Feng laughed happily on the side, of course they wouldn't know that this was a lesson from being cheated by the hospital for over 300 yuan.
Although the experiment cannot prove that Yang Feng's medicine has a special effect on pneumonia, at least it proves that it is a kind of medicine, not something that Yang Feng uses to cheat people.
The beast readily agreed and would recommend it to a foreign hospital in Beijing for clinical trials if what Yang Feng said was true.
"That should be enough for its inventor to get a Nobel Prize in Medicine." Helen said coldly to Yang Feng.
"I beg your pardon, but without the inventor's consent, I am in no position to reveal his identity. All I can tell you is that he is a Chinese." Yang Feng said with a sly smile.
Damn, where am I supposed to find the inventor for you? Yang Feng suddenly got a headache. If it was just a small batch, he could naturally say that it was synthesized in the laboratory and not mass-produced industrially, but as sales increased later on, this would be inexplicable no matter what.
And it's not just that, there are too many types of modern antibiotics, tetracycline, erythromycin, gentamicin..., and the ultimate divine instrument penicillin, all of which are on their own list, how can they explain their origins at that time?
There is also the watch he brought himself, now he doesn't dare to sell it outside. You know that at this time China was not yet able to produce wristwatches. Suddenly a Chinese wristwatch appeared which was in no way inferior to foreign goods, so how could he explain its manufacturer?
Handmade?
Large quantities of handmade goods?
Who would believe?
There are also bicycles, Fenghuang Xiaozhe folding bikes, which are popular not only in China but also abroad. Where is the production factory?
Before these issues are resolved, large-scale dumping is absolutely unacceptable.
After returning home, Yang Feng lay on the bed with a frown.
In addition, there are also ballpoint pens and neutral pens. At that time, even in Europe and America, there were no such things, so how could they explain their origin?
First, we need a laboratory. A group of young people with aspirations for China's industrial rise have jointly established a laboratory. Due to confidentiality, the location of this laboratory cannot be disclosed for the time being.
Then they produced sulfonamide in the laboratory, and made China's first wristwatch, the first folding bicycle, ballpoint pen and neutral pen.
Yang Feng's identity is that of the front desk agent for this laboratory, promoting their products to the outside world while applying for patent rights, and then considering large-scale production.
As for the name of this laboratory.
"Flame yellow, more domineering and very much in line with the requirements of our nation." Yang Feng muttered to himself.
Apart from the watch he didn't dare to sell, everything else was sold very easily. Xin'er and her friends showed them off among classmates and relatives, first doing a good job of advertising beforehand, then Yang Feng directly drove the car to the entrance of Tsinghua University, where they were snatched up in an hour.
The total value of the copper plates and taels is over 2,000 yuan. After converting everything to silver dollars, I got about 54 kilograms of silver coins. Since the purity of silver dollars is usually around 90%, at current silver prices, that's equivalent to about 200,000 yuan.
If exchanged for gold, it would be about 25 taels of gold, which is roughly the same as the price of gold. However, gold is more convenient to carry, so Yang Feng went to exchange another 20 taels of gold and kept the rest as his own pocket money.
Next is waiting for the news of sulfonamide testing, and also applying for a patent for ballpoint pens. This thing is very simple to make, even in this era, it can be done with a small workshop at home.
The neutral pen will no longer be used. He doesn't plan to sell it in the future either. The refill is too expensive and not as popular as a ballpoint pen.
Of course, he was completely ignorant of these things. Fortunately, Lin Yin was obviously more familiar with them, so Yang Feng entrusted her with everything, including the application for patents in Europe and America.
"Then you have to send me a box of sulfonamide!" Lin Yin said bluntly.
"What do you want so much sulfonamide for?" Yang Feng asked in surprise.
"Do you know what the Northeast's Righteous and Brave Army lacks most? Medicine!" Lin Yin glared at him and said.
"Alright, I'll give you two boxes. Consider one of them a gift from me." Yang Feng was quite generous when it came to things like this, and they weren't expensive anyway. At worst, he could just bring a few more boxes next time.
"Yang brother, my father wants to invite you to our home for dinner." Xiner walked in with a proud face and her hands behind her back.
"What's your dad inviting me to eat?" Yang Feng asked in surprise.
"Oh dear, last time you saved me, haven't I thanked you yet!"
"Tell Yang Gege the truth." Yang Fengcai didn't believe that his father would invite him to dinner for such a small matter, and even if he did, it wouldn't be at this late hour.
"My father wants to see watches made by Chinese people themselves, as well as folding bicycles." Xīn'er said with a displeased face.
Yang Feng's heart moved and he suddenly thought of a way to solve the problem of selling bicycles on a large scale. He could just provide the parts, find a partner here, and have him be responsible for assembling them.
Even some parts that can be produced in this era can be copied by himself, to be honest, Yang Feng doesn't think it's important to make money through these things now, because there is the lucrative pharmaceutical business to support him.
In this case, if he can help the progress of Chinese industry, he is also very willing to do so, and he can even provide some slightly more advanced machines, as well as technical things.
Liu Xin'er's family is a good choice, they have money, status, and also have factories in the family, so they are not unfamiliar with industry. If he can understand that this is a profitable business, I believe he will agree.
With this idea in mind, Yang Feng dressed up neatly and then took the Mercedes-Benz car that came to pick him up, bringing his bicycle and watch to Liu's house.
Xin'er's father is Liu Haining, who is over 50 years old. He was once a member of the National Assembly of the Beiyang government and owns a flour mill, a textile factory, and also has a printing factory in Tianjin.
"Yang Xian's nephew last time helped my little girl, I've been wanting to thank him in person, but I was busy with mundane tasks and hadn't had the chance to see him until today. I specially brought some wine, please don't mind." The old man spoke politely, but his eyes kept glancing at the bicycle in Yang Feng's hand.
"Uncle, don't be polite, it's just a small matter. Actually, I have something to ask for your help," Yang Feng said.
"Please go ahead, young master." Liu Haining said with great interest.
"This is a new type of bicycle designed by me and some friends, but we don't have the ability to mass-produce it. I wonder if you're interested in cooperating?" Yang Fengke didn't want to play polite with him, and said directly.
"How about cooperation?" Liu Haining also immediately switched his state.
"It's very simple, we provide the parts, you are responsible for assembly, how you sell and price them is none of our business, we just supply the parts at a price that we think is reasonable," said Yang Feng.
"Nowadays, most of the bicycles are from Japan, it's hard for us to compete with them in terms of cost." Liu Haifeng said with a frown.
"Don't worry about the cost, we can guarantee that it will always be 10% lower than Japanese goods." Yang Feng said with a flourish.
What the heck, comparing prices with me?
If the Japanese could get down to three dollars a car, they would win.
