The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 133 The 1000 Billion Project
[Mission Completed: Go to Jinling with Chu Youting]

[Reward: 2 RMB]

Zhang Muchen's phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a bank transfer notification SMS.

Bank card balance increased by 20000 yuan.

He casually picked up his phone and glanced at the screen with a calm expression.

In the past, Zhang Muchen's eyes would have lit up at the sight of such a sudden windfall. But now, with so many system tasks completed, his excitement threshold had been raised considerably. An amount like this was no longer enough to excite him.

"Tsk, unless I get a hundred million yuan outright someday to give me a real thrill, it's really hard to feel that same excitement again."

As Zhang Muchen closed his eyes and relaxed his body, the familiar mechanical voice rang out in his mind precisely on time.

[Host Chu Jiuli, you and Chu Youting have arrived at the hotel you once stayed at. But everything has changed; the hotel has closed down.]

[You and Chu Youting are strolling through the streets when you inadvertently see a promotional video being projected on a city screen.]

[To commemorate the third anniversary of conquering Alzheimer's disease, the core research team will hold a global academic exchange conference at the Jinling Conference Center]

Looking at the faces of the research team members, you can't help but recall the research results they once stole.

[Also, there's my father suffering from Alzheimer's disease and a course of treatment costing 30 yuan for a special drug.]

[Task: Attend the academic conference held at the Jinling Conference Center]

[Reward: 2 RMB, three courses of Alzheimer's injection medication]

Zhang Muchen sat up in shock, his mind replaying the dense information the system had just sent him.

If in the past, the tasks issued by the system were like casually mentioned scraps of the future, then this time, every word is like a bell, every sentence like thunder.

He could almost clearly feel the cold, mechanical voice etching the impending torrent of reality into his mind.

Alzheimer's disease has been successfully conquered.

Zhang Muchen's pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes flickered.

If it were just about conquering Alzheimer's disease, it could perhaps be seen as a normal advancement in future medicine.

But that's not the problem—

The system mentioned Chu Jiuli's stolen research results.

Zhang Muchen slowly narrowed his eyes, his mind filled with countless deductions and assumptions.

With the help of the system, this vortex of drugs, scientific research, and interests will be exposed a decade earlier than expected.

More importantly...
And then there was the "sick father-in-law" who was mentioned in a very understated way.

cough cough.

Zhang Muchen touched his cheek.

It's a bit premature to use the term "father-in-law."

He slowly closed his eyes, focusing his attention once again on his mind, feeling the mission information projected by the system as clearly as an electronic stamp.

[Bonus: Three courses of Alzheimer's injection medication]

"This is the most significant reward."

Zhang Muchen slowly opened his eyes, his fingers unconsciously tightening, and his fist quietly clenching.

The memory-blending potion previously awarded by the system was practically a cheat code.

In just three hours, I managed to memorize all three thick English original medical textbooks.

Therefore, the Alzheimer's injection medication delivered by the system this time must be genuine.

If that's really the case.

Zhang Muchen licked his lips, his eyes gradually brightening.

Then he will have mastered the "core of future pharmaceutical manufacturing" ten years ahead of time, enough to reap huge profits.

The image of Gleevec mentioned in the movie "Dying to Survive" immediately came to his mind.

The generic version of Gleevec sold for only 980 yuan in India, while the original drug from Novartis in Switzerland is priced at 2.5 yuan per bottle.

The price gap is precisely due to R&D costs and intellectual property barriers.

But India bypassed research and development and took the shortcut of reverse engineering.

He held samples that had traveled across time and space from over a decade in his hands. He could also pursue reverse engineering. He recalled the English textbook he had read, which detailed the principles and processes of drug reverse engineering: molecular structure analysis, formulation ratio restoration, and process route reconstruction.
Now, he has the most crucial element: real samples.

"The API used in injections has a high purity, sufficient to support reverse analysis."

Zhang Muchen exhaled and gazed longingly at the brightly lit streets outside the window.

"If I could reconstruct the raw material formula, dosage, and core process."

So this is not a generic drug, but a special drug that was first developed globally ten years ahead of schedule.

Zhang Muchen clenched his fists even tighter.

The vision for the future gradually became clearer and more complete in my mind.

He will seize future wealth with a single pill.

……

Zhang Muchen slowly withdrew his gaze from the window.

He calmed down for a few seconds, and the excitement he had just felt because of the mission reward was gradually replaced by calm and rationality.

Although my idea is grand and tempting, if I really want to reverse engineer and develop generic drugs, the equipment investment alone would be close to 100 million yuan.

Pharmaceutical companies, technological barriers, and international capital.
These are all issues he needs to consider.

While deep in thought, a crucial question suddenly popped into my mind.

"Pharmaceutical process".

Zhang Muchen's gaze darkened.

The system provides a finished product from the future. This is because the materials, equipment, and technology required to synthesize it are beyond the capabilities of our time.
Then you simply cannot replicate it.

It's like throwing an F-117 stealth fighter jet at Lu Ban, the master carpenter. Even if he's incredibly talented and skilled, he can only manage to build the outer shell at best.

Faced with coating processes and radar jamming systems, we can only sigh in despair.

Zhang Muchen slowly stroked his chin, his fingers gradually tightening as he mentally considered possible paths.

Suddenly, a word was slowly whispered from between his lips: "Scientific research results."

His eyes gradually deepened, and his nerves became somewhat tense.

The Alzheimer's drugs provided by the system are merely finished products. What can truly revolutionize the industry is a complete pharmaceutical manufacturing process and scientific research sovereignty.

If I really don't have the ability to raise enough resources to start reverse engineering, I can't let those scumbags steal Chu Jiuli's research results.

"If my deskmate's work is published, the Nobel Prize will be a piece of cake."

"So the first step is not to make money, but to protect the research trajectory of my deskmate."

He turned around and heard a few light laughs coming from outside the door.

Chu Jiuli's cool and clear voice is highly recognizable.

Tsk, my deskmate.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow slightly: "I didn't expect that in addition to protecting Xiaoyouzi, there is now a new task—to safeguard your future scientific research achievements."

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the balance displayed on his mobile banking app.

69, 863.72.

This money was a gift from the system, and also the seed money for the opportunity he seized.

The door to the future is gradually opening for him.

Zhang Muchen took a deep breath, tapped his fingers on the screen, and typed a few words into the browser's search bar.

The webpage redirects, and a line of data appears on the screen:
There were 5500 million people living with Alzheimer's disease worldwide in 2019. This number is projected to double by 2050.

At the very bottom of the page, there is a prominent number:

[Once a cure is available, the global market value is projected to exceed $1000 billion annually.]

"I think I've made a big decision for myself."

Zhang Muchen breathed out.

……

(End of this chapter)