Chapter 1310
Red Star Ibuprofen Sells Like Hotcakes, 5 Major Pharmaceutical Companies Step In: Sland
at this time.
More than a dozen trucks drove in.
Yang Jizong and his men opened the truck, which contained boxes of ibuprofen.
Ibuprofen has a very prestigious name: Red Star Ibuprofen.
As the boxes were opened one by one, the dealers curiously gathered around.
Ibuprofen comes in two versions: an adult version and a children's version.
The adult version was fairly standard, but the children's version's packaging instantly caught everyone's attention.
The children's version box features adorable and vivid cartoon children's illustrations in extremely bright colors, making it instantly endearing.
What surprised them even more was...
This children's version of ibuprofen isn't a traditional pill; it comes in packets of long powder!
"How do you take this stuff?" The distributors looked at each other, as this was the first time they had ever seen a Western medicine in this form.
Yang Jizong asked the butler to prepare warm water, then poured a packet and handed it to John Bull's distributor.
The distributor took the cup with some skepticism and took a sip.
The next second, his eyes lit up, and he shouted with a beaming smile, "Oh my God! This medicine is sweet! And it's strawberry flavored!"
"This is great! This is fantastic!"
You have no idea how difficult it is to take care of those little brats when they're sick. They hate taking those terribly bitter pills!
With this sweet medicine, how could we possibly fail to feed it?
Seeing this, other distributors also rushed to grab the cups and taste them, and then a chorus of exclamations filled the conference room.
Regardless of whether ibuprofen can compete with aspirin from the five major pharmaceutical companies, having sweet-tasting ibuprofen will at least open up some distribution channels.
Businessmen have an extremely keen sense of smell; the distributors who were just worried changed their expressions in an instant.
"Give me five hundred cases."
"I want a thousand boxes too."
Give me three hundred boxes.
As the distributors pulled out their checkbooks, Yang Jizong smiled on the surface, but felt a little annoyed inside.
Five hundred boxes? A thousand boxes? That's like giving money to a beggar!
Clearly, while these distributors were attracted by the gimmick of the children's version, they still lacked sufficient trust in the efficacy and market prospects of ibuprofen, and only dared to test the waters in small batches.
However, Yang Jizong could understand.
After all, the business world is like a battlefield, and these behemoths like the five major pharmaceutical companies, which have been established for a century, would absolutely not stand idly by and watch ibuprofen seize their market share.
What follows will surely be a bloody and fierce battle!
Things unfolded exactly as Yang Jizong had predicted.
As Red Star Ibuprofen gradually appeared on the shelves of some pharmacies in Europe and the United States, a war without gunpowder officially began.
Early morning in London, shrouded in thick fog.
Housewife Helene anxiously went to her youngest son's bedside early in the morning, reached out and touched the child's forehead, which was still very hot.
She quickly took out a bottle of aspirin from the medicine box, poured out a white pill, and handed a glass of water to the child.
"Honey, take your medicine now, it will make you feel better."
The little boy glanced at the white pill, then shook his head vigorously and covered his mouth tightly.
"No! Mother, this medicine is too bitter! I can't swallow it, I won't take it!"
"Is there any medicine that isn't bitter?" Helis said angrily.
If this guy hadn't been sick, she would have already pulled out the stick.
Don't assume that foreigners don't hit their children; in fact, they hit them particularly hard.
Just as the mother and son were at an impasse, an advertisement suddenly came on the television in the living room.
"Red Star Brand Children's Ibuprofen! Powerful pain relief and rapid fever reduction! Strawberry-flavored powder specially developed for children, making kids love taking medicine!"
Accompanied by cheerful and upbeat music, a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed mother appeared on the television screen.
Tear open a packet of ibuprofen powder, pour it into a glass, add warm water, and it instantly turns into a pink liquid.
She handed the cup to the sick child next to her.
The child took the cup and, surprisingly, drank it down in one gulp, just like drinking juice, then flashed a bright smile.
"Strawberry flavor, it's so delicious!"
Finally, the blonde, blue-eyed mother picked up the Red Star Ibuprofen packaging, gave a thumbs-up to the camera, and shouted out an advertising slogan in a very infectious voice.
"Red Star Ibuprofen, strawberry flavor, even better for reducing fever!"
boom!
What is a dimensional reduction attack? This is it!
In this era, foreign pharmaceutical advertisements were still stuck in the stage of old-fashioned doctors in white coats solemnly reading the instruction manual.
Where have ordinary people ever seen such beautifully designed, modern advertisements?
The little boy on the bed pointed at the television and shouted, "Mom! I want to take that! I want strawberry-flavored medicine! I don't want bitter aspirin!"
Helis hesitated for a moment.
Seeing how uncomfortable her child looked, she finally gritted her teeth, put on her coat, went downstairs, and headed straight for the pharmacy on the corner.
When she arrived at the pharmacy, she was stunned by what she saw.
A long line formed in front of the pharmacy!
London is currently experiencing a flu outbreak, with many children suffering from colds and fevers.
All the parents queuing up were there because they saw the TV commercials and came to buy Red Star brand children's ibuprofen!
When Helena finally got to the counter.
Upon inquiring about the price, I was immediately taken aback.
The price of this children's version of ibuprofen is more than twice that of aspirin!
However, listening to the surrounding parents discussing that "the children love this medicine" and that "it works very quickly to reduce fever," I felt a sense of relief.
To spare her child some suffering, Helena didn't hesitate to take out her wallet.
"Give me two boxes!"
In just a few days.
Red Star Ibuprofen swept through the European and American markets like a hurricane.
Major pharmacies announced stockouts, and distributors' calls to urge delivery nearly broke down Hextech's doorstep.
Especially the children's version of ibuprofen.
Because of its excellent taste and remarkable efficacy, it has been hailed by countless desperate parents as a "savior of mothers" and an "Oriental miracle drug"!
Major newspapers also began to publish overwhelming news about the launch of ibuprofen.
The New York Times front-page headline:
"A medical miracle from the East! Red Star Ibuprofen is changing the history of medication for children worldwide!"
The Mirror exclaimed in surprise:
"The terminator of aspirin? A strawberry-flavored magic powder is causing long queues at London pharmacies!"
In less than half a month, ibuprofen's sales in major retail pharmacies have surpassed those of aspirin, which had dominated the market for many years!
This has made the five major pharmaceutical giants extremely uneasy.
New York, Manhattan, in a luxurious conference room.
The top-level representatives from the five major pharmaceutical companies sat around a huge round table, their faces ashen.
"Pain reliever? Fever reducer? This Red Star Ibuprofen is clearly targeting our aspirin! This is a blatant declaration of war!" The Stalin representative slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"Hmph, isn't this a huge joke?"
Moker's representative sneered, his face full of disdain.
"Our aspirin has been a miracle drug that has dominated the market for decades! How dare some self-taught drug manufacturer try to shake our position?"
"Don't be careless. I've already had someone test it, and ibuprofen's pain-relieving and fever-reducing effects are better than aspirin's."
"What about the side effects?"
"There are almost no side effects!"
Upon hearing this, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.
The representatives from the five major pharmaceutical companies looked at each other, a strong sense of crisis rising in their hearts, so frustrated they felt like they wanted to vomit blood.
"Especially that children's version of ibuprofen!"
They went so far as to create a strawberry-flavored sweetened powder!
Sales are currently incredibly high; the stock has completely sold out in all major pharmacies!
"According to the latest sales data, our aspirin sales have plummeted this month!"
"So what do we do? We can't just sit here and wait to die!"
When the five major pharmaceutical companies saw this situation, their first instinct was to use the old methods.
Since they can't compete in the market, they should get Congress to ban their sale.
"Yes! Go to Congress! Bribe those vampires and get them to pass legislation to drive ibuprofen off the market under the pretext of safety reviews!"
After carefully inquiring about Hextech's background, and especially recalling the tragic fate of the four major automakers not long ago, they were all terrified.
Those four major car manufacturers were once very arrogant and wanted to suppress Hextech through political means.
The results of it?
Not only did he get a severe beating, but later he went to build a factory in India, and as a result, he and his vehicle were all impounded.
In the end, the executives returned in their underwear, crying and screaming, becoming a laughing stock in the global business world!
The waters behind Hextech are incredibly deep!
"Cough cough..."
Bayer's representative broke the silence: "Gentlemen, if a direct confrontation won't work, we have other options."
As the top-selling aspirin brand, Bayer absolutely will not allow anyone to touch their market share.
"Don't forget, ibuprofen is currently selling like hotcakes in retail pharmacies."
However, it is not included in the prescription drug procurement lists of major hospitals!
Bai Er sneered repeatedly: "The hospital is our real base!"
If we can use our connections to persuade the hospital directors and purchasing managers to resolutely refuse to stock ibuprofen, we'll have won more than half the battle!
"in addition……"
He paused, his smile growing increasingly sinister. "We can also pay to publish negative news about ibuprofen in major authoritative medical journals!"
"Any negative news?" someone asked, puzzled.
"Hahahaha!" Bai Er's representative burst into unrestrained laughter, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"If there's no negative news, surely we can make it up, right?"
What is the point of spending so much real money every year to invite those so-called medical experts to conferences, travel, and give them stipends?
"Isn't it all so that at this moment, they can bite people like dogs for us!"
Upon hearing this vicious yet extremely effective plan, the representatives from the other pharmaceutical companies immediately lit up and gave it a thumbs up.
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Xiao Mei's home, Chicago.
Inside a luxury villa located in an affluent area.
Professor Everett of the Chicago Medical School holds a glass of red wine.
Looking at the young man in a suit sitting on the opposite sofa, he couldn't help but furrow his brow into a deep frown.
"What? You want me to publish an article in a prestigious medical journal evaluating the performance of ibuprofen?"
Professor Everett put down his wine glass, his tone tinged with displeasure.
He serves as the Vice Chair of the Committee on Pharmacology and Therapeutics of the American Medical Association, Professor of Internal Medicine at the Chicago Medical School, and Director of the Center for Clinical Evaluation of New Drugs.
Professor Everett is a leading authority not only in Xiaomei's family, but also in the global medical community.
It is perfectly clear to everyone.
The fact that this representative from Bayer Pharmaceuticals in Germany suddenly came to pay attention to a new drug called ibuprofen from the far East is definitely not because he had nothing better to do.
"Yes, Professor Everett. To be honest, ibuprofen's sales in the international market have been increasing recently."
If there are any side effects, the impact would be too great.
We at Bayer Pharmaceuticals are very worried about this.
The young man bowed slightly, a professional yet polite smile on his face.
Professor Everett sneered inwardly.
Bayer Pharmaceuticals wasn't worried about whether ibuprofen was effective or not.
What they were worried about was that ibuprofen was taking away their "aspirin" cheese!
They seized a huge market share from aspirin!
"I'm sorry, sir. I haven't done any in-depth research on ibuprofen."
As a rigorous medical expert, I must be responsible for my statements and must be rigorous.
I cannot write such unfounded comments.
Professor Everett did not want to get involved in the war between pharmaceutical companies.
The young man remained calm despite being rejected, speaking in a measured tone: "Oh dear, Professor, look at my memory, I forgot to tell you something."
“We at Bayer Pharmaceuticals are planning to fully sponsor this year’s Global New Drugs and Clinical Treatments Conference.”
At that time, we will invite top medical experts from all over the world to gather together.
However… this high-level symposium is currently lacking a highly respected and respected initiator and chairman.
"After discussion by our board of directors, we unanimously believe that you are the most suitable candidate for this position."
Upon hearing this, Professor Everett's expression subtly changed.
At his level, money is no longer the most important thing; fame and power are!
To become a true, undisputed leader in the medical field, it is an essential qualification to initiate and chair such high-profile global academic conferences.
However, meetings of this level are often extremely expensive, and he simply cannot organize them on his own.
What's more, he wants to run for president of the American Medical Association next year!
If only Bayer Pharmaceuticals could provide strong support in US dollars.
Then the chairmanship is practically a sure thing!
"I'll think about it."
Professor Everett was in a bit of a dilemma.
After all, he had heard about the effects of ibuprofen, and without concrete evidence, it wouldn't be right to make false accusations.
At that moment, the young man whispered something in Professor Everett's ear.
"That's a good idea."
Professor Everett's embarrassment vanished, and he picked up his wine glass again, raising it towards the young man.
"I agree. It will be a pleasure doing business with you."
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Chairman of the future." The young man smiled and clinked glasses.
Li Aiguo was unaware of these things. At that moment, he was chatting with Professor Zhang from the Institute of Biological Products in his studio.
Ever since Professor Zhang heard about the future development direction of penicillin from Li Aiguo at the tea party of the National Medical Exchange Conference, he has been thinking about it and has been coming over whenever he has free time these days.
Of course, this doesn't just involve academic discussions.
The tea brewed here by Li Aiguo is exceptionally fragrant, and you can also enjoy fresh cucumbers, which is a major reason why Professor Zhang was attracted to the place.
Professor Zhang took a bite of cucumber and said, "Patriotism, what characteristics do you think this new drug we're looking for should have?"
Li Aiguo stroked his chin: "Putting everything else aside, it should at least be able to resist penicillinase, right?"
"Anti-penicillinase, this is indeed the most fatal weakness of penicillin at present."
Professor Zhang nodded, then scratched his head: "But... finding such a perfect new drug in nature is almost like finding a needle in a haystack."
Of course, Li Aiguo couldn't tell Professor Zhang that he already had the chemical structure and molecular formula of cephalosporins; he was just thinking about how to "accidentally" get the cephalosporins out.
Professor Zhang munched on a cucumber and then said, "Actually, given your level of expertise in medicine, you are fully qualified to join the Chinese Medical Association."
How about it? Want me to be your referrer?
Li Aiguo waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, Professor Zhang, I really didn't have that idea."
Indeed, the venerable professor in front of us, who is over fifty years old, is actually named "Zhang Lianlian".
It is said that his real name when he was a child was "Zhang Lianlian".
Because medical care was so poor before liberation, children were prone to dying young. So, in order to make the child easier to raise, the parents deliberately gave him a girl's name.
It wasn't until Professor Zhang was admitted to university that he felt it was too shameful for a grown man to be called "Lianlian," so he changed his name to the homophone "Lianlian."
Professor Zhang also knew that Li Aiguo was not present.
This kid has his heart completely devoted to building large airplanes and warships.
He felt somewhat regretful.
"Alas, what a pity. Our pharmaceutical industry is still lagging behind foreign countries. If you could wholeheartedly join us, you might really be able to turn this unfavorable situation around."
"Ahem." Li Aiguo took a sip of tea.
Professor Zhang ate five cucumbers in a row, finally rubbing his stomach contentedly and leaving with a burp.
At this moment, Zhou Gaoyuan walked in, looked at Professor Zhang's back, and whispered, "Aiguo, this old professor comes here every day, is he just here to freeload on our cucumbers?"
"what are you thinking?"
Li Aiguo rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Is Comrade Zhang Lianlian that kind of person? She was doing it for science!"
After saying that, Li Aiguo looked Zhou Gaoyuan up and down, and suddenly asked, "By the way, why did you come here? Shouldn't you be keeping watch in the wind tunnel right now?"
"Oh, they just completed a phase test over there and are currently performing equipment maintenance."
Zhou Gaoyuan rubbed his hands together, a rare hint of embarrassment appearing on his face.
"I...I want to apply for housing."
Upon hearing this, Li Aiguo was taken aback at first, then chuckled: "Oh ho? The iron tree has blossomed? Are you getting married?"
“My parents have been writing to me every day lately, and coincidentally, our locomotive depot held an internal matchmaking event a few days ago, so I just signed up.”
"Okay, I'll talk to Section Chief about this."
As it was nearing the end of the workday, Li Aiguo strolled over to Section Chief Xing's office.
"Housing? Perfect. We've built over a dozen new expert buildings in the suburbs. Let's give Xiao Zhou a room." Section Chief Xing agreed readily.
"Then I thank you on behalf of Xiao Zhou." Li Aiguo smiled and handed him a cigarette.
Seeing Li Aiguo turn to leave, Section Chief Xing called out to him again: "Aiguo, what have you been busy with lately?"
"It's about wind tunnels and mass production of ibuprofen, but the large aircraft project hasn't even started yet."
Upon hearing this, Section Chief Xing visibly breathed a long sigh of relief.
He was genuinely afraid that Li Aiguo might quietly pull off some earth-shattering project again; his heart couldn't handle too much excitement.
The efficiency of the Qianmen Locomotive Depot is renowned.
The next morning, Zhou Gaoyuan received the keys to his new house.
However, to Li Aiguo's utter surprise, he received a wedding invitation from Zhou Gaoyuan at noon.
"Wait a minute! Gao Yuan, weren't you single yesterday? How come you're getting married today?"
"Yes, I went on a blind date this morning. The woman is a dispatcher in our locomotive depot's dispatching room. I think she's a good match, and she thinks she's a good match too." Zhou Gaoyuan was still a little embarrassed.
Li Aiguo: "."
Goodness, that speed is faster than a rocket!
But then I thought about it again, and it seems that's really how marriage is these days.
As long as both parties are compatible, and the organization conducts a thorough review and deems their political background acceptable, they can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate on the spot, emphasizing speed and efficiency.
cough cough.
Li Aiguo naturally sent out another gift of money, not much, just one yuan and twenty cents.
After get off work, Li Aiguo did not go home, but instead rode his mountain bike to the Beijing Machinery Factory.
The Beijing Machinery Factory is now completely different from what it used to be, and has taken on the important task of producing core components for excavators.
This afternoon, however, a small problem arose in the workshop, forcing the production line to stop.
Workshop director Liang Ladi was waiting at the factory gate.
Upon seeing Li Aiguo, they quickly went to greet him and led him straight to the workshop.
The problem is simple: a small, inconspicuous fixing screw broke inside the machine that manufactures hydraulic pipes, causing the gears to jam.
That's just how machines are; sometimes they can malfunction in all sorts of strange ways.
Even the most detailed repair manual can't explain all the possible situations; it still requires experienced mechanics to figure it out.
"Oh dear, if we had known it was just a broken screw, we could have taken it apart and replaced it ourselves, instead of making you come all this way for nothing."
Liang Ladi felt a little embarrassed as she watched Li Aiguo fix the machine in no time.
"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'm just killing time."
After repairing the machine, Li Aiguo was preparing to leave.
As he reached the workshop entrance, he suddenly stopped, turned around, pointed to a large drainage pipe outside the workshop, and asked, "Where does your factory's industrial wastewater usually go?"
“Of course we just dump it into the river behind us!” Liang Ladi replied matter-of-factly.
Well, there's no real sewage treatment in this day and age.
However, this was exactly what Li Aiguo wanted.
He clearly remembers that, in the original historical timeline, the first cephalosporin was discovered near a sewage outlet in Sardinia, Italy!
The sewage environment, rich in various organic matter and complex microbial communities, is simply a natural breeding ground for cephalosporin mold.
"Could you take me to see that sewage outlet?"
“Okay, it’s right behind the factory, not far.” Although Liang Ladi was puzzled, she readily agreed.
When Li Aiguo followed Liang Ladi to the sewage outlet by the river, a pungent, sour smell hit them.
Next, Liang Ladi witnessed a scene that she could not understand at all.
Li Aiguo showed no disgust; instead, he squatted down, took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, and filled it with a water sample from the dirty, bubbling sewage.
How disgusting!
"Patriotic brother, what...what do you need this dirty water for? Is it useful?"
“Useful! Very useful!” A mysterious smile appeared on Li Aiguo’s lips.
Take this bottle of sewage back with you, and then "add something" to it.
Cephalosporin strains can then be "born" in this world in a logical way.
I returned to the courtyard house in the evening.
Li Aiguo casually tossed the sewage bottle into the drawer, needing to get the "material" out before proceeding with the next step of the plan.
Seeing that Li Aiguo treated the sewage bottle like a treasure, Miss Chen was no longer surprised.
Every time this rough-looking man brought back some strange and unusual items, they were eventually proven to be very useful.
1964 was destined to be an extraordinary year.
At the start of the year, a series of major events have occurred.
First, the University of Tokyo and the French officially established a relationship, and then the American family took a hard line and dealt with the Elephant family.
However, when October arrived, what truly captivated the world's attention was not geopolitics, but an unprecedented conflict erupting within the medical community.
Clinical Journal, American Medical Journal, Scandinavian Medical Journal... these top medical journals published multiple articles one after another in the same period of time.
And all these articles are surprisingly consistent in their criticism of Hextech's newly launched ibuprofen on the international market!
in the article.
Those medical experts who usually hold a high position are now accusing ibuprofen of having "potentially huge risks."
Although the entire document is presented without any specific data or definitive pathological analysis, there is no concrete data to support it.
However, these experts pointed out in their articles with great seriousness.
"Suspected" adverse reactions have occurred during the clinical use of ibuprofen.
Wonderful!
The brilliance of this move lies precisely in the word "suspected".
It's important to understand that in that era, the pharmaceutical regulatory systems abroad were far less sophisticated than they are today.
There is no mandatory requirement for "phase III clinical trials".
They generally adopt a "default approval" policy.
As long as large pharmaceutical companies submit new drug applications and no fatal problems are found within 180 days, they can be legally launched and sold on the market.
Even the FDA, which is affiliated with Xiaomei, only symbolically requires some animal toxicology tests and a small number of human observations.
The FDA can only issue a ban on a product if a clear, large-scale safety hazard is identified.
This lax, almost childish, regulation has led to a series of outrageous medical tragedies.
For example, the infamous "thalidomide" was originally marketed as an anti-nausea drug for pregnant women, but it resulted in the tragedy of 1.2 babies born with phocomelia worldwide.
There's also "triphenylethanol," touted as a miracle drug for lowering cholesterol, which resulted in tens of thousands of cataract patients.
Even earlier, some pharmaceutical companies sold heroin as a "weight loss drug" and "cough suppressant" with no side effects...
In contrast.
Our drug approval process is actually much more rigorous.
Not only do they require small-scale clinical trials, but they also need to be submitted to the health bureau for strict approval at each level, which actually ensures greater safety.
But those foreign medical experts don't care about any of that.
By using the ambiguous term "suspected," they can subtly undermine the safety of ibuprofen while simultaneously absolving themselves of any responsibility.
After all, I only said "suspected," not that it is definitely toxic. This is called "reasonable academic discussion."
With the help of certain individuals, the matter quickly escalated and spread throughout the world.
"Have you heard? That painkiller made in the east is harmful!"
"I knew it! All those 'miracle medicines from the East' are just a bunch of scams!"
"This is outrageous! They're using us as guinea pigs! We must boycott them!"
John Bull's house.
Inside a medical laboratory at Cambridge University, Professor Wang Yinglai is conducting experiments with great intensity.
As a third-generation Chinese descendant and a descendant of early Chinese laborers who went overseas to do hard labor, Wang Yinglai knows better than anyone else that he must put in ten or even a hundred times more effort than others to earn the respect he deserves.
Professor Wang Yinglai did indeed achieve that.
He not only graduated from Cambridge University with excellent grades, but also stayed on to teach at the university, becoming a well-known expert in the field of international biochemistry.
"Wang, take a look at this journal. It mentions ibuprofen, which you mentioned before," a professor handed Professor Wang the latest issue of "Clinical Weekly".
"Ibuprofen?" Professor Wang Yinglai's heart skipped a beat.
As one of the few drugs to leave the home, ibuprofen caught Professor Wang's attention as soon as it appeared on the streets of London.
He was genuinely happy and proud that his family could produce such a good medicine.
Not only did he buy a lot of spares with his own money, but he also praised them to everyone he met and shared them with his colleagues and friends in the lab.
However, when Professor Wang Yinglai picked up the journal and quickly scanned its contents, his face instantly turned bright red.
"Absurd! Utter nonsense!"
Without any actual clinical cases, how can you publicly criticize a new drug with proven efficacy based on just a few superficial guesses?
Professor Everett is really going too far!
This isn't academic discussion; it's blatant academic bullying!
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
The old professor sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"Professor Everett is a leading figure in the medical field in the United States, and his article has had a huge impact on the industry. And... take a look at these too."
As they were talking, the old professor handed them a few more journals.
Upon seeing those things, Professor Wang Yinglai realized the seriousness of the problem.
This is absolutely not an accidental academic dispute; it is an organized strangulation!
If this situation is allowed to escalate, ibuprofen will be unable to be sold in overseas markets.
Professor Wang Yinglai's first thought was to quickly contact his old friends in China and send this urgent message back so that the country could make preparations as soon as possible.
However, in those days, domestic and international communication was extremely inconvenient, and making a cross-border long-distance call was harder than climbing to heaven.
Fortunately, we have already established a consulate in France, and Professor Wang Yinglai was able to contact Professor Zhang Lianlian through the consulate.
Zhang Lianlian had already obtained the foreign journal. After receiving the call, she nodded and said, "Old Wang, I understand the situation. I will report it immediately."
(End of this chapter)