Chapter Thirty-Three: Cooperation

  "One hundred tons? How many mortars do you want to build? A single barrel is only a few dozen kilograms, and this one is even lighter. One hundred tons would be enough to build several thousand, where are the 29th Army going to get that many shells?" Wang Chuanming exclaimed.

  "I didn't say I'd give it all to them, the frontline troops can have some too! Of course, on the condition that they don't run away with their tails between their legs like the Northeast Army did when they saw the Japanese. Besides, I'm also planning to sell some abroad, places like the Taiyuan Arsenal and the Jinling Arsenal would be good customers. One hundred tons seems a bit too little to me, if it sells well, I'll consider making more." Yang Feng said with a self-satisfied smile, imagining the scene of Chinese troops swarming with mortars made him very happy.

  "Are you saying that the steel mill you're preparing to open can produce this thing?" Wang Chuanming asked.

  "It's hard to say, I don't dare guarantee this level of quality, but something slightly worse is still no problem." Yang Feng thought that high-pressure alloy steel was a relatively high-end technology in modern times, how could you ask me, a layman, to guarantee it.

  Wang Chuanming didn't say anything else.

  Yang Feng left the steel pipe and, with Liu Haining's help, found a more reassuring lawyer to act as his agent in simultaneously sending out sulfonamide patent applications to various countries in Europe and America. Of course, this was just a necessary process, and whether he could actually obtain the patent rights would still require behind-the-scenes efforts.

  "Mr. Richard, is Pfizer interested in producing sulfonamide?" In the French restaurant of the Liu Guo Hotel, Yang Feng's words made Richard, who was chewing on his steak, almost choke to death.

  "Yang, Mr. Yang, are you saying that the Yanhuang laboratory has already solved the production problem?" He asked cautiously with a look of being hit by a gold coin.

  "It's going well, but I'm currently applying for patents in your country and Europe. Even if it's really put into production, I'll have to wait until after I get the patent." Yang Feng said with a proud smile.

  Richard was clever and immediately understood Yang Feng's intention: "Your meaning is that if Pfizer can expedite your application as soon as possible, you will cooperate with Pfizer?"

  "It can be said that with our friendship, would I still go to Bayer, Novartis, Schering and Eli Lilly? Would I still cooperate with them?" Yang Feng said with a smile.

  Richard burst out laughing, just like a well-behaved little dog: "Of course, Mr. Yang, how could they possibly compare to our friendship."

  "So, I just filed the patent application and came to find you immediately. Also, our lab is still conducting more in-depth research on sulfonamides, and it's possible that we'll launch even more types. If our cooperation goes smoothly at that time, Pfizer will definitely be the first choice."

  Yang Feng is now selling only one type of sulfonamide, which is the most common compound sulfanilamide, and he will introduce other types of sulfonamides one by one.

  The Germans synthesized sulfonamide in 1932, and then Domagk began to study its medicinal value. Due to the rigor of the Germans, it wasn't until 1935 that he publicly announced his conclusions after repeated experiments, including using himself as a test subject when his daughter was seriously ill. Sulfonamide was gradually used in hospitals, and finally became famous in 1936 for curing Roosevelt's son.

  In fact, Báilàng Duōxī is not sulfanilamide, or its Chinese cultural name is called p-aminobenzenesulfonamide. The metabolite of Báilàng Duòxī in the human body is this, which was later found by scientists from the urine of patients who took Báilàng Duòxī. What Yang Feng sold was actually synthesized sulfanilamide, which has nothing to do with Báilàng Duòxī. As for the name, it's just a Chinese abbreviation. If you can infer its composition from such an abbreviation, it would be terrifying.

  So Yang Feng is not worried about Bai Lang's problem at all.

  Richard sat there with his eyes rolling, carefully considering this business.

  The first time Pfizer knew about sulfonamide was when an American doctor in Beiping told him, and this doctor described the magic of sulfonamide to Pfizer with all the words he could think of, which prompted him to come to Beiping.

  After arriving here, he immediately went to various hospitals for investigation. The miraculous effect of sulfonamide was indeed displayed in front of him, which prompted him to accept the terrifying price offered by Yang Feng.

  To be honest, Pfizer did want to develop sulfonamide through research, but Richard was also very clear that this would take time, a long time. However, Yang Feng couldn't give them the time, just as he said himself, once he released the news of looking for collaborators, countless pharmaceutical companies would swarm in, and no matter who got the cake, it would be a heavy blow to Pfizer.

  Richard made up his mind in an instant.

  "A toast to our friendship!" He raised his wine glass with a smile all over his face.

  Of course, this is just a letter of intent, and whether to agree to cooperate with Yangfeng will still be decided by Pfizer's board of directors. However, this is only a matter of time.

  Having solved the sulfonamide patent issue, Yang Feng was in a good mood, but as soon as he returned to the small red building, his mood immediately turned bad, and the lingering ghost of Itō was waiting for him.

  "Ah, Ito-kun, look, once I got busy I forgot, this is your medicine." Yang Feng pointed at the two boxes of domestic Viagra.

  Ito gazed at the two small boxes with greedy eyes, and the happiness of these days was like a dream. He had never thought that being a man could be so powerful. When he thought about taking the little blue pill, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and his eyes welled up with tears as he recalled the wild passion he had experienced with women.

  Fifteen minutes! A full fifteen minutes!

  Forty-five years had passed and he had waited for this moment for a full forty-five years. After doing it for the first time, he was so excited that he let out a long whoop of joy with his head thrown back.

  "But Mr. Ito, where is what I want?" Yang Feng's words woke him up.

  Ito's face immediately turned into an unprecedented despair.

  "Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry, this time I came specifically to apologize to you, the Ado Maru merchant ship that was transporting ginseng from Andong sank unfortunately in the waters outside Dagoukou!" He said with a bow.

  "Huh?" Yang Feng suddenly remembered the ship he had sunk, and his facial expression changed in an instant.

  "It's getting awkward then, I can only give you the medicine after your second batch of people arrive." He said helplessly.

  "Mr. Yang, can I exchange it with antiques?" said Ito, who had previously sent a sample to the headquarters in Japan and personally tested the effect of the big boss, who was urging him to hurry up and get the medicine back, if he delayed any further, he didn't know how much more anger he could endure.

  "Antiques, I still have a batch on hand now, and besides, this thing can't be sold for a good price nowadays!" Yang Feng said with a difficult expression.

  "Otherwise, you bring the thing over and we'll find someone to appraise it. We'll go by the market price of the medicine plus fifty percent. After all, I'm not a collector or anything, so if we resell it, who knows if we'll lose some money." Yang Feng said.

  Thanks for the reward from book friend Mo Duan.