Cannon Fodder Is King [Part 2]

Arc 9.7

This prescription is already a very precise prescription. You only need to add some preservatives to it to extend the shelf life, so that you can skip the research and development stage and directly enter the clinical trial stage. In this case, three years are just right.

Meng Zezhi didn't want to waste too much time on these things. Naturally, he could save some and count.

Applying for a patent means publishing the formula. In the Chinese medicine industry, no doctor would do this.

Because in the field of medicine, the term of patent protection is twenty years, counting from the date of application. Often when the patent for a drug with good efficacy is approaching its expiration, there will be a boom in the research of this product, and most of the drugs on the market in my country are imitated in this way.

Meng Zezhi wanted to turn this prescription into Duan’s gold stone, but unfortunately, Duan’s temple is too small and the market for diabetes drugs is too big. In 2017, its market size was 46.1 billion U.S. dollars and by 2024 It is expected to reach 60 billion U.S. dollars annually.

You must know that the net interest rate of diabetes drugs is as high as 40%.

The Duan family could not hold onto this Baoshan.

At least after obtaining the patent, Duan can be guaranteed to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai within the patent protection period.

Anyway, it's a trade that makes a profit without losing money.

This is what Meng Zezhi thought of later.

"Okay." Lu Congzhou nodded.

"Then I will go back first." Meng Zezhi said.

He has been really busy recently. This recipe has strict requirements for medicinal materials. If they want to officially market the drug in three years, they will have to plan a medicinal planting base from now on.

There is no way. On the one hand, the price is high, and on the other hand, it is adulterated and shoddy. The market for Chinese medicinal materials is really messed up.

Therefore, general Chinese medicine companies have their own special medicinal planting bases.

"Yeah." Looking at Meng Zezhi's back, Lu Congzhou was even more disappointed.

The other party actually left like this.

He looked at the instant noodles on the table and suddenly lost his appetite.

But then I thought that the other party was already married and even had children...

Lu Congzhou instantly corrected his attitude.

He picked up the instant noodles, forked a marinated egg and took a bite.

Don't be a junior.

Don't be a stepmother.

Ok!

Lu Congzhou immersed himself in his face, panicking in his heart.

What Lu Cong Zhou Wanwan didn't expect was that Meng Zezhi came again the next day, and he came here specially for lunch, with a food box in his hand.

"It's not good to take it easily and face the stomach often, but you still learn pharmacy if you lose it."

While talking, Meng Zezhi took the food out of the food box.

Sauce fried shrimp, spicy chicken, steamed sea bass, fried potato shreds, and corn rib soup are all his favorites.

Lu Congzhou swallowed.

But he stood firm.

Lu Congzhou forced himself to look away, he muttered, "What are you doing?"

Meng Zezhi stuffed him with the bowls and chopsticks: "If you have anything to say before you finish the meal."

Eat just eat.

Death row prisoners can enjoy a hearty decapitation meal before leaving.

Otherwise, how could he be worthy of the underwear he threw in the trash these days, fifty yuan a pair?

Thinking about it this way, Lu Congzhou was worth it, and he took the table and chopsticks, and began to eat hard.

Meng Zezhi walked to the water dispenser, took a glass of water, and drank it unhurriedly.

Lu Congzhou's actions became slower and slower, because he was full, and he didn't know how to face Meng Zezhi.

Facts have proved that what the ancestors said is justified.

"Would you like some water?" Meng Zezhi asked sincerely, seeing his hesitation.

Lu Congzhou glanced at him, took the water glass, took a sip, held it in his hand, he summoned his courage: "You are wrong to do this."

He paused and added something silently in his heart, of course me too.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi responded lightly.

"You are already married... and Director Zuo is my benefactor anyway..." Lu Congzhou sniffed. He felt that he must be the reincarnation of a saint, so Sanguan is so correct.

It was just a while before he waited for Meng Zezhi's reply.

He raised his head subconsciously.

Meng Zezhi deceived himself: "Are you wearing contact lenses now?"

"Huh?" Lu Congzhou didn't react.

The corners of Meng Zezhi's lips were slightly curved: "It really is very beautiful."

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: If you want to refuse or welcome, I understand!