Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1156 The Dean Teaches You How to Write a Report Step by Step! "Once Upon a Time in China" is Released (Two Chapters Combined)
"Come on, come on, let's eat! Make yourself at home!" Zhu Lin said to the somewhat reserved Song Jian.

The child drank the soup but didn't touch her chopsticks, as if she was intimidated by the large number of people in Fang Yan's family. Indeed, there were quite a few people in Fang Yan's family during the holiday, and not only were there Chinese people, but there were also two foreigners, a man and a woman, who looked to be about the same age as her, and they were staring at her with curiosity.

After making eye contact with her, the two foreigners even smiled at her.

At this moment, Zhu Lin had already placed a piece of braised pork into Song Jian's bowl.

"Thank you, sister," Song Jian said politely to Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin also noticed that Song Jian was paying attention to everyone in the room, so he said to Song Jian:

"Our family is usually quite large, but today it's not too lively. When it's lively, we have several tables full."

"They're all friends, classmates, leaders, teachers, and so on, all speaking the same dialect."

"Since it's your first time here, just order whatever you like. Help yourself to whatever you want."

Song Jian nodded, and at this moment, everyone else at the table also started eating.

Nobody really paid her any attention; everyone at the table was talking to the people next to them.

Fang Yan has already started talking about the "research institute project approval". When people asked him about the postgraduate entrance exam, he said it was fine and there were no unexpected problems, so the others stopped asking.

It's as if the postgraduate entrance exam is something insignificant.

At this moment, Song Jian, who was not being noticed by anyone, felt relieved.

Her gaze first fell on the steamed sea bass dish closest to her.

The fish lay intact on its side on a plate lined with finely shredded scallions and ginger, the rising steam carrying a refreshing and sweet aroma.

The fish skin is translucent, and the fish meat looks delicate and tender.

She didn't know how they got this fresh sea fish. Even if it wasn't fresh, it was still a rare "main dish" in the school cafeteria. Even in her hometown of Nanjing, she rarely ate it more than a few times a year.

Then her gaze fell on the braised pork that Zhu Lin had just put on her plate. The braised pork was bright red and tempting, with square pieces of meat cut with alternating layers of fat and lean meat. Under the light, it trembled and shone with a glistening, oily sheen. The rich aroma of soy sauce mixed with a hint of sweet caramel wafted into her nostrils, exuding a mouthwatering and mellow fragrance.

This kind of oily and flavorful dish is hard to find.

One bite and it's soft, tender, and fragrant. The meat melts in your mouth with a "slurp" and you swallow it straight down.

After eating, the cravings in my stomach were completely satisfied.

Looking at the table, the thick chunks of meat were piled up like a small mountain in the bowl. Fang Yan's family had many people, and the amount of food was indeed quite large. Song Jian was secretly surprised. This amount was really generous! This bowl of meat alone would probably be a special dish that ordinary families would only serve during festivals.

Fang Jie would occasionally bring food from home to school, saying that her family wanted her to improve her life. Usually, she would share some with her roommates, and everyone had a deep impression of the food from Fang's family. Today's incident reinforced that impression on Song Jian.

Next, Song Jian sampled the other dishes on the table, feeling as if coming here today was like celebrating the New Year early.

Towards the end of the meal, she became a little dizzy from eating.

The main problem is that I haven't eaten this much meat in a long time, and braised pork is so oily that my head is a little foggy.

In addition, Zhu Lin heard that she had a poor constitution, so he made her several bowls of chicken soup. The steaming chicken soup, with a layer of clear yellow chicken oil floating on the surface and a few red goji berries floating on the surface, was full of freshness.

Just smelling it makes you feel comfortable.

After dinner, it was already dark. The eldest sister asked Song Jian to stay at Fang Yan's house to rest. Song Jian was worried that the school would take attendance and that not returning to school on time would result in points being deducted and being held accountable. As a result, Fang Yan directly made a phone call to the vice principal, Ji Xianlin.

After saying that, I told her that everything was fine. Since she was my older sister's classmate and even a roommate, she could stay home and play for a few more days.

Then Fang Yan gave her some Heche Dazao Pills, and then he and Hu Daohu went out to find the president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Song Jian thought to himself, Fang Yan and his family's abilities and acquaintances were far more impressive than what was written in the newspapers.

The fact that a prominent figure like Principal Ji Xianlin personally answered the phone and readily agreed was nothing out of the Fang family's opinion.

The emotional impact of this meal far outweighed the taste.

Fang Yan held the project proposal, and Lao Hu followed along. He was also involved in this matter because the products from that secret formula research institute were also the company's products.

As soon as he stepped outside, Lao Hu asked Fang Yan:

"What, are you planning to train our own legal team?"

"Huh?" Fang Yan was taken aback, not understanding what Lao Hu meant.

Old Hu said to him:
"That young girl, the one from the law department at Peking University."

Fang Yan realized what was happening and shook his head repeatedly, saying:
"No way, I wouldn't even dare to dream of a law student from Peking University working as our company's legal counsel, let alone a legal team."

Old Hu asked curiously:
"How to say?"

He said in dialect:

“They were all highly anticipated after they enrolled, and many departments were waiting to hire them.”

Lao Hu said:

“We are also a relevant department, why can’t we have one?”

"As we expand our business, we will need a legal team not only in China but also overseas, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble."

Fang Yan stopped and glanced at Lao Hu under the dim streetlight at the alley entrance:
"Old Hu, you really don't understand the weight of Peking University's law department. The worst they get after graduation is a job in the provincial high court, and the slightly better ones go directly to central ministries. Our company probably doesn't even rank in their eyes right now."

Old Hu smacked his lips and kicked away a small pebble at his feet:

"But think about it, this girl is only eighteen, and she comes from a military compound. Both her parents are soldiers, so she's got impeccable credentials. If we get in touch with her now, by the time she graduates, our company might have already expanded beyond Asia. Do you think she'll just watch this lucrative opportunity slip away?"

Fang Yan was amused:
"Your plan is so well-thought-out that you could hear it from three streets away."

"You'd be better off relying on my older sister than on that girl."

Lao Hu said:

"We definitely have to count on Fang Jie."

“Our secret formulas and patents all need someone knowledgeable and well-informed to keep an eye on them… Last time we were negotiating a collaboration with the French, we almost got caught because we didn’t scrutinize the patent clauses carefully enough. If we had someone from our own circle in charge, we wouldn’t have to put up with those foreign lawyers.”

“There’s no rush.” Fang Yan slowed her pace, gazing at the lights of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in the distance. “They’re still students; they have a long way to go before they graduate.”

Lao Hu said:

“Then let’s set up the research institute first. When they are truly capable of handling things on their own, they will know where the future lies without us having to tell them.”

"Am I right?"

He said speechlessly in dialect:
"It's four years from now, who can say for sure? Do you think I'm a fortune teller?"

To be honest, based on my memory of the dialect, it seems that most of the people from the Peking University law department didn't work for companies; they were basically all employed by the government.

And they are all of relatively high level.

This is much better than being a legal counsel at their research institute or company.

Unless they truly become a large international company, like the Kampo medicine companies in Japan.

Old Hu smacked his lips and said:

"That's true... but then again, this girl seems like a good prospect."

Nonsense, getting into Peking University at seventeen, how could he not be a good student?

The two then arrived at the villa area of ​​Peking Union Medical College Hospital, where the hospital director was still having dinner.

I was a little surprised to see Fang Yan and Lao Hu come to visit, but I quickly invited them into the house.

"I just finished the project proposal and was thinking that if you have time tonight, I'd like to let you take a look at it first." Fang Yan handed over the file bag, his gaze sweeping over the bowls and chopsticks on the table. The dean's wife was clearing away the plates, and when she saw them come in, she turned around and went to the kitchen to cut a plate of watermelon.

The dean didn't refuse, took the file bag and sat back down at the dining table, pulling out a thick stack of reports under the bright light. His wife brought over a plate of evenly sliced ​​watermelon and placed it on the table. Fang Yan Lao Hu thanked her profusely, and his assistant Xiao Lin and bodyguard Lao Cui, who had come with him, were all invited to sit down and eat together.

Old Cui didn't stand on ceremony and picked up a piece to take a bite.

As a martial artist, he doesn't think about so many things; he eats and drinks as he pleases.

For a moment, the only sounds in the living room were the rustling of the dean turning pages and the soft rustling of Old Cui eating watermelon. The air was somewhat still. Fang Yan and Old Hu remained silent, their gazes fixed on the dean's face. They noticed his brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed, probably because the print was a bit small, and he had to squint and lean closer to read it from time to time.

However, the old man refused to wear glasses. He had previously told Fang Yan that he had researched that wearing glasses would cause vision to deteriorate faster, while not wearing them would allow his vision to recover.

About ten minutes later, the dean picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, put down the report, looked at Fang Yan, a thoughtful expression on his face, and then said:
“Well, the overall approach in your report is correct. This framework is exactly what I meant.” He pointed to the beginning of the report, “Responding to the call, echoing Director Liao’s speech, and aligning with national strategy—this part is clearly written. The regulatory dilemmas and market prospects for European companies are also clearly and realistically outlined.”

“However,” the dean changed the subject, taking a pen from his jacket pocket and making a dot on the report.

Fang Yan and Lao Hu quickly moved closer to him.

Then the dean said:
“You need to add some substance to the political aspect. The report only mentions terms like ‘technological modernization’ and ‘national cultural export,’ which is a bit too vague.”

"Meat?" Fang Yan looked bewildered. What kind of slang was that?
At that moment, he felt like a greenhorn.

The dean smiled and said:
"Hey, it's normal for a young person like you not to understand these things. Let me teach you... You have to directly quote the relevant passages from the banquet, the kind of specific statements like 'vigorously developing traditional medicine and technology' and 'emphasizing the excavation and modernization of national medical treasures.' Let the leaders see that you're not just following the trend and shouting slogans, but that you've truly grasped the content."

"You should also remember Director Liao's speech at the book donation ceremony, right? Just pick out his most touching words, like 'the return of overseas wisdom' and 'traditional Chinese medicine is the common wealth of all Chinese people,' and put them in. The effect will be better than your own summary."

Fang Yan opened his mouth, then looked on with a look of sudden realization.

Then I saw the dean flip to the feasibility study section. He praised the section in dialect:
"This place is well written, with information on achievements in Southeast Asia, secret recipes, and ancient books all presented."

Then he changed the subject and said:
"But the comparison can be highlighted, especially the gap with Japan and our advantages! You can add a note: 'Compared with the simplified and simplistic extraction of ancient prescriptions in Japanese Kampo medicine, our research focuses on preserving the complete picture of ancient prescriptions and adjusting them to modern needs, making the efficacy and cultural value more unique.' This is both a pain point and a plus."

Fang Yan and Lao Hu exchanged a glance, feeling like complete greenhorns.

Old Hu scratched his head. He had looked at it earlier and thought there was nothing wrong, but after hearing what the dean said, he realized that there were problems everywhere.

Then the dean turned to the section on resource integration and talent recruitment, and his brows furrowed slightly:
"Tsk... This is the core request in your report, but it's written too cautiously! 'Request for coordination,' 'recruitment is needed'... It sounds like polite words."

"Write with a clear goal and full confidence!"

He paused, then said:
"For example: 'To ensure the efficient progress of the project, it is urgent for the Ministry of Health to lead the establishment of a special coordination group to be responsible for connecting with the resources of the National Institute for Drug Control and coordinating with TCM colleges and local pharmaceutical factories in various provinces and cities to provide technical support. We plan to publicly recruit at least forty professionals in the fields of TCM chemistry, drug analysis, pharmacology and toxicology from well-known TCM colleges and universities across the country, such as those in Guangzhou, Shanghai, Nanjing, Chengdu and other places, as well as pharmaceutical companies and research institutions in provinces and cities. These professionals will be included in the institute's special staffing and used to enrich the following professional departments...' Do you understand? You need to tell the leaders what you need, how many people you need, where you need them from, and how the staffing and benefits will be considered. You must imply that there is a guarantee, rather than vaguely saying that you 'need support'."

"The boss has a lot to do every day. You have to treat him like a fool... Explain everything clearly and let him choose yes or no."

Fang Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead. The dean really didn't treat him like an outsider, speaking to the leader like that.

Then the dean flipped to the risk assessment and value extension, looked at it, and said:

"There's a safety net, saying that if the market encounters obstacles, we can switch to domestic sales or Southeast Asia, which is great. But the value can be elevated even further! Let me add: 'The technical specifications, analytical data, and standard-setting experience accumulated during the project's research process will fill many gaps in the modernization and standardization research of traditional Chinese medicine in China. Its results can be directly transformed into industry guidelines, providing important references for the technological upgrading of traditional Chinese medicine enterprises nationwide, and laying the technological foundation for the modernization of the traditional Chinese medicine industry.' We need to make the leaders feel that even if this project encounters setbacks with foreigners right now, it's still a major event that solidly promotes the progress of the industry in China! It won't be a loss!"

Fang Yan nodded and wrote it down.

Finally, the dean's gaze fell on the bold words at the end of the report, and he smiled:

"The closing slogan is quite good; it has a grand vision..."

Fang Yan knew the old man was about to change the subject again, so he simply said:
"Please feel free to point out any shortcomings, and I will correct them!"

This isn't just a matter of writing style; it also involves understanding how to read the leader's mind. How can someone with the same experience in dialects as the dean?

As expected, the old man said:
“But simply saying ‘living up to the trust’ and ‘reaching new heights’ is a bit weak.”

"You need to identify more talented individuals! Emphasize the importance of a talent pipeline!"

Fang Yan frowned, thinking about how to write it, while the dean, holding a pen, pointed to the preceding content and said:
"For example, the project will cultivate a high-quality, multi-skilled workforce that is knowledgeable in international rules, proficient in modern drug research methods, and deeply rooted in traditional Chinese medicine theory, thus reserving core strength for the long-term goal of revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine. This is an angle that leaders also appreciate."

The dean put down his pen, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the report, and suddenly looked at Old Hu: "Mr. Hu, hasn't your company already started selling in Southeast Asia? Could you add the dialect data to the sales figures?"

Old Hu was taken aback:
"Data? Like, how much do you sell each month?"

“It’s not just about sales volume.” The dean waved his hand. “We need to clearly state which certifications these products have obtained locally, such as traditional medicine registration in Malaysia and filing with the Department of Health in Singapore. These are real ‘international precedents’ and are more convincing than just saying ‘we have experience’.”

"Besides, you've already finalized a cooperation project with the Lin siblings, right? I heard it from Director Liao; we'll add them directly to the project."

Old Hu slapped his thigh:
"Oh, right! Not just them, but also those from Europe can be included."

The dean smiled and nodded, then turned to Fang Yan and said:
"You need to let the people who read the report know that you are not just thinking about internationalization out of thin air, but have already found a way."

Fang Yan quickly memorized it, then saw the dean turn to the page on "Dosage Form Modification" and underline the words "External Pain Relief Patch":
"This line of thinking is correct, but it needs to be more specific. For example, you need to explain why you chose a topical dosage form to 'avoid the ingredient testing barriers faced by oral formulations in Europe' and 'cater to the preference of European and American patients for convenient administration.' Listing out the benefits one by one will show that you didn't make this decision on a whim."

“And this too.” He pointed to the “Joint Laboratory” section. “You wrote that you would cooperate with universities in Guangzhou and Shanghai, but that’s not enough. You need to add ‘jointly build a quality standard research platform with the National Institutes for Food and Drug Control’ to bring in official institutions. This will not only show the authority of the project but also imply that it can obtain technical endorsement.”

He picked up the report and flipped through it from beginning to end, finally stopping at the cover:
"There's another small detail: add parentheses in the title and write '(Draft)'. It makes you seem more meticulous and also leaves room for later revisions."

After saying this, the dean put down his pen, breathed a sigh of relief, and his smile widened:

"Alright! Fang Yan, you grasped it quickly and have a solid foundation in writing. Just make sure you're firm when the key points need to be, detailed when necessary, and elevate the report when appropriate. Add or revise these few points, and this report will be substantial enough!" He patted the report. "Find a proper time tomorrow to submit it. When it comes to securing funding, you have to show that sense of responsibility—'I'm here to solve national problems'!"

The dean's wife chimed in, "Oh dear, the old man just can't stop talking about these things. Xiao Fang, Mr. Hu, have some more watermelon, it's so sweet!"

Old Hu immediately picked up another piece and smiled at Fang Yan:

"The Dean has passed on all his skills to you! With these revisions, this report will definitely be a success!"

Fang Yan nodded and said to the dean:

"Dean! Your advice is truly... spot on! I'll go back and revise accordingly right away!"

He took the report that the dean had outlined, and felt more confident. With the dean's guidance, the report became even clearer.

After leaving their gifts behind, Fang Yan and Lao Hu prepared to take their leave.

However, the dean's wife also took two baskets and picked some vegetables from their own yard for Fang Yan and Lao Hu, as July is the peak season for vegetables.

Cucumbers with blossoms and thorns, glistening purple eggplants, slightly green tomatoes, bluish-green zucchini, and a bunch of tender amaranth. At the bottom of the basket are several old newspapers that have absorbed the moisture from the vegetables, making the basket feel heavy when lifted.

The dean's wife stuffed the items into their hands while muttering:
"They're all homegrown, so they're clean! Just wash them and they're ready to cook. They're much fresher than what you buy at the market."

Fang Yan and Lao Hu didn't stand on ceremony and both accepted the gifts.

After expressing their gratitude, the two left the villa area.

"No wonder he's the president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, his report was amazing! I was completely dumbfounded!" Old Hu said to Fang Yan as soon as he stepped out.

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"The dean has revealed all the tricks of dealing with superiors that he's learned in his lifetime. Didn't you hear him say 'be a fool for the leader'? That wasn't a real insult; it was a way of teaching us to speak clearly. What seems obvious to us might just be one page in a pile of documents waiting for approval for them."

Old Hu stroked his chin and said:

"That's right. When I heard him say he needed forty people, my heart skipped a beat. I thought the original requirement of 'requiring several professionals' was fine, but when I heard it from him, I realized that was practically meaningless!"

He paused and then said:
"And the sales figures from Southeast Asia! I would never have thought of that if the dean hadn't mentioned it!"

Fang Yan then returned home and made revisions overnight, adding in everything the dean had mentioned before.

The next day soon came.

The next morning, Fang Yan went to the hospital early to make rounds.

They had finished their postgraduate entrance exams and assumed everyone had gone home, but when they arrived at Peking Union Medical College Hospital early the next morning, they found quite a few people there. They learned that Xiao Chengzhi had invited them.

He asked in dialect:

"Wasn't it supposed to be a holiday, with only two people coming for consultations? Why are they all here?"

Xiao Chengzhi said:
"I'm planning to organize a group activity and invite some students from other places who have finished their exams to come together so that everyone can relax."

Fang Yan nodded upon hearing this and said:
"Oh, that's fine. I'm definitely not free today, so two of you can stay here to see patients."

Xiao Chengzhi nodded.

"By the way, where are you planning to go?" Fang Yan asked.

Xiao Chengzhi said:
"Let's go see a movie, the one Leonardo DiCaprio made called 'Once Upon a Time in China'!"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

(End of this chapter)