Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 651 A Sweet Treat! (Second Update!)
What is a business war? This is a business war!

As long as you can get the eye drops, you've already made a profit.

After making all the calls he had made, a full five hours had passed since Charles finished speaking with his father.

He tossed the pile of documents aside, walked to the liquor cabinet, picked out a bottle of brandy for himself, took ice from the refrigerator, and poured the brandy.

He returned to the sofa with his wine, drinking as he pondered how to legitimately cause his elderly father's accidental death.

After much thought, he could only come up with one legitimate method: a car accident.

After all, this was in China, and he couldn't possibly let his elderly father have a wild imagination or open his heart. The only thing he could do was cause a car accident.

Given my father's physical condition, he would surely die if he were in a car accident, even if it was just a minor ailment.

They're still in contact. I still have time, so I need to find a middleman quickly to find two people who are about to die and arrange a car accident for them.

Once the old father dies, everything in Koch Industries will be his.

Koch Industries is entirely under its own control.

He plans to use Koch Industries' money to continue his father's negotiations with China, invest more, acquire the drug, and then reverse engineer it.

Finally, by making Koch Industries bigger and stronger, how can this not be considered fulfilling Father's expectations?

Why would someone in their 90s insist on doing it himself?
Having made up his mind, Charles downed his brandy in one gulp, went out, and went to find the middleman himself.

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"This is Professor Di Yanjun. He is considered one of the top experts in the field of biopharmaceuticals in China. These people next to him are his students and fellow students."

"They are the ones with the best chance of turning what you have into a finished product. If even they can't do it, then we can only clap our hands and watch the show."

In the reception room of Xiaomi Heavy Industry Communications Company, Leng Yun raised his hand and introduced Di Yanjun and the others to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's gaze followed the hand down to the other side. Standing opposite him were eight people with refined manners. As he looked over, these eight people also turned their gazes toward him.

They nodded to each other as a greeting.

Lin Yi's gaze then fell back on Leng Yun: "Does your old man have no one to rely on? It seems like you're the one running around all day."

“What’s the internet saying? That fifty or sixty years old is the time for old men to work hard.” Leng Yun joked, then gestured for Di Yanjun and the others to sit down. “The main thing is that this matter is getting more and more heated, and everyone has been mobilized.”

"The young people can only lend a hand; it's mainly us old folks who are in charge."

"The current situation is that we have made an initial meeting, and then everyone is observing."

"We are watching those nouveau riche's desire for longevity, while those nouveau riche are watching us to see if we really possess gene-enhancing drugs."

"So at this time, we need to offer a sweet treat."

"And as you just said, you need people, so the leaders told me to personally deliver them over and quickly get that sweet date out of the way to lure those people in."

"so……"

Leng Yun stopped speaking and did not continue.

The performers on stage were having a great time, and now they desperately needed Lin Yi to give them the props so that the performance could continue.

Meanwhile, Di Yanjun and the others were also watching Lin Yi with eager eyes.

There was no other way; it was a gene-enhancing drug.

This sounds absurd, but now some people say they have the design and can create something out of it.

They didn't want to come, but the bigwigs from the General Staff Department came in person with orders from higher-level leaders, so even if they didn't want to come, they had to come and see.

Let's see what's going on here.

Lin Yi didn't respond to Leng Yun's words, but instead turned to look at Di Yanjun beside him. After staring at him for a long time, he didn't say a word.

Just as everyone was puzzled by him, he got up, left the meeting room, and returned to his office.

Less than 10 minutes later, he reappeared in the meeting room carrying a laptop and two hard drives.

There are labels on both hard drives.

The labels on the hard drive on the left indicate the raw material procurement standards and processing plans.

The label on the hard drive on the right shows the preparation process of the gene-enhancing agent.

And so, these two things, looking fresh and clean, were placed on the table by Lin Yi and placed in front of them.

Leng Yun's gaze lingered on the two hard drives for a moment, then he raised his hands and gestured: "That's it?"

"No...nothing...that...that..."

"I think you're insulting Black people!" Leng Yun interrupted, extending two fingers of her right hand and pointing to the two hard drives respectively.
"The information is all here. It's the simplest and most streamlined operating procedure, of course, it's the next level."

"All the precautions that may affect drug preparation are marked."

"If all the preparation requirements can be met, then the finished product should be able to be produced."

"My personal suggestion is that you do it once first, and after you make the drug, give it to your experimental animals."

"Then, invite the few old men who have already discussed cooperation inwards, and let them watch with peace of mind."

“They saw it and then they agreed.”

After Lin Yi finished speaking, Leng Yun pointed to the two hard drives with his chin and said to Di Yanjun and the others, "Professor Di, please take a look."

"If there's anything you don't understand..."

"If anything goes wrong..."

"Never mind, since you're all here, let's talk things over quickly."

"After the exchange, let's get started right away."

"Anyway, it's not one of our people who uses it, so we won't feel bad if it dies."

Nearby, while Lin Yi and Leng Yun were talking, Geng Yanjun and the others kept their eyes down, trying to clear their minds and avoid hearing their conversation.

After all, this kind of content is not something they can just listen to.

Now that he's back to his profession, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He reached out and grabbed the laptop, then inserted the hard drive containing the raw materials.

As Lin Yi said, what was inside were the processing methods for various pharmaceutical raw materials, all of which were very conventional. Only a few required more complicated processing procedures.

It may be troublesome, but it can be done.

After reviewing the data on the hard drive, he nodded to Leng Yun:

"Mr. Leng, it can be done!"

These words perked Leng Yun up, and he quickly pointed to another hard drive: "Let's see if this one can be used!"

"If this can be done, and can be done in a short time, we..."

He didn't finish his sentence, then slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Quick, take a look!"

The hard drive containing the manufacturing process was plugged in. Di Yanjun and the others slowed their breathing, held their breath, and waited for the hard drive to finish reading. Two minutes later, the hard drive finished reading, and he immediately opened the files inside to check the production process.

The first thing he checked was the equipment mentioned in the document. Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, but a skilled cook can't cook without a pot.

If there's no rice, dig up some wild vegetables, gather some tree roots, scrape off some tree bark, collect some leaves, or if all else fails, dig up some clay, boil some water, and that can appease your hunger.

But without a pot, all we could eat were roasted wild vegetables, roasted tree bark, roasted tree roots, roasted leaves, and roasted clay.

Grilling these things is not as good as eating charcoal directly; at least that stuff can cleanse your stomach.

Eating charcoal to cleanse the stomach during a famine is a truly hellish joke.

There was a huge list of equipment. Di Yanjun and his colleagues gathered in front of the computer, checking each item one by one. Di Yanjun would call out a name, and his fellow students and colleagues would recall it and nod.

After checking the equipment, they began to verbally simulate the experimental procedure.

Time slipped by slowly, and when it was time for dinner, Lin Yi had the cafeteria deliver the food and then brought it to the group.

The group of people who were engrossed in the simulation experiment didn't even glance at the food served to them, focusing their attention entirely on the data.

The discussion gradually subsided around 1 a.m. Di Yanjun raised his head and stared intently at Leng Yun.

He didn't speak, only gasped for breath after finally letting out the last gasp.

Seeing their expression, Leng Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "Is the equipment not working?"

"The equipment is fine!"

Four words eased Leng Yun's anxiety by half, but only by half.

He then asked with concern, "Is the experimental procedure flawed?"

Di Yanjun shook his head again: "Through our simulation, the process is feasible! All possible interference conditions are listed in this document. We just need to eliminate all these interference conditions, and at most, we can produce the finished product in two tries!"

Perhaps because the long simulation experiment had consumed a lot of mental energy, Di Yanjun spoke in a soft voice.

But this very soft voice gave Leng Yun confidence. He completely relaxed and put on a smile. "Then why are you panting?"

"I'm so tired!" After answering, Di Yanjun slumped onto the sofa without any regard for his image, his gaze fixed on Lin Yi.

It seems like they want to see right through people.

After staring at it for about ten minutes, he looked away, then looked at the ceiling above him, and muttered to himself:

"Director Lin, to be honest, before meeting you, I always thought I should be a pillar of the domestic biological field."

"Even if the sky falls, I can hold it up!"

"But now, I feel... like I'm just a rotten rock in the river."

"I can't guarantee anything else, but I guarantee that I'll get the finished product out to you within 5 days for this thing you gave me."

"If you can't produce it!"

He turned his head toward Leng Yun and leaned lazily against the sofa: "President Leng, bring me here with my head to apologize to Director Lin!"

"What are you saying!" Leng Yun rolled her eyes and glanced at the time on her right hand:

"It's 1:37 a.m. Now that the documents are in order, let's take them and head back as soon as possible."

"After you go back, you should get some rest. I will send another person over tomorrow morning to help you manufacture the finished product."

"Don't rush. I'll have people hold off those rich people for the next few days and let them worry about it first."

He said these words to Di Yanjun and the others. After he finished speaking, he looked at Lin Yi and said, "Just do what you're supposed to do. Don't disrupt your own rhythm."

After giving his instructions, he began to help Di Yanjun and the others pack their things.

At this moment, Lin Yi handed a cooperation agreement to Di Yanjun:
"Come on, sign this thing."

"If anything leaks out, that's your responsibility."

Looking at the agreement, Leng Yun slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, sign this."

"The necessary confidentiality procedures must be followed!"

Di Yanjun did not refuse. He took the agreement and readily signed his name and the name of his organization on it.

Press your thumb into the inkpad, leaving a heavy imprint on the name and the text of the agreement.

After carefully putting away the agreement, Lin Yi gave a thumbs-up: "Keep it up, I believe in you!"

Di Yanjun and the others packed up their things, stood up, lined up, and bowed deeply to Lin Yi: "Director Lin, rest assured! If we fail, we'll offer our heads in return!"

"How many heads are there!" Leng Yun reached out and patted the heads of the group, then called them to leave.

After they left, Lin Yi notified the public relations department staff on the night shift to come and tidy up the meeting room.

Back in his office, instead of taking a break, he took out his phone and called Said, who had been relaxing these past few days.

The call was answered immediately, and as expected, Sayed did not do as he said, that he needed to adjust his lifestyle, relax, and live a few more years.

His cheerful voice came through the phone: "What's up?"

"Didn't you want to live two more years?"

"No, I learned a few sayings here, one of which is 'Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die.' That's a good saying, so I've decided to adjust my lifestyle and make sure I enjoy life to the fullest."

"hehe!"

"You still haven't said why you made the call!"

"I just wanted to tell you that I just met with a research team that has the ability to make a second-best drug. Would you like to be their guinea pig?"

"is it safe?"

"Let's see if you can handle it!"

"Then forget it. You can let the other rich people be your guinea pigs."

"Okay! Tell your brother to get the equipment over here right away."

"He might be busy these next couple of days!"

"why?"

“You’ve been stirring up trouble in the Middle East. You should know the situation in Saudi Arabia very well. We’re not a united front. There are a few guys who have been eyeing our throne. I came here for vacation and handed over the work that the King should be handling to Sall. Then, those guys started to act up. If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected should happen in the next couple of days.”

"6! Then I'll wait until you guys are done!"

With a soft sigh, Lin Yi hung up the phone. Looking at the now-off phone screen, he shook his head again.

He didn't understand why anyone would choose to compete for the position at this particular time.

However, when he thought about how Arabs had contact with the Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago and had even learned from its advanced culture, he felt quite relieved.

After all, the core culture of the Tang Dynasty was based on competitive selection. The Crown Prince had no eldest son, and the Second Princess had no elder brother. Only the living could contribute, and only the living deserved to enjoy.

Those who die, then they are truly dead.

(End of this chapter)