Chapter 337

Someone called me? Am I so famous in Hong Kong?
When he turned around, he saw a young lady with a slender waist and a graceful figure walking towards him. Her face was full of seductiveness and evil behavior, which made Wang Deming stunned.

As the saying goes, if you eat too much meat and fish, you need to have some light dishes occasionally to change your appetite.

But I don't know this person, so how can I refuse him?
Wang Deming had just raised his hand to respond when he saw the girl flash past him, leaving behind only a rich fragrance, like a young bird flying into the arms of an old man.

In the past, people aged 50 were still young and middle-aged. It is still a different matter whether they can retire in a decade or more. Or they may not retire. Deflation is so severe, the value of banknotes is depreciating, and prices are rising.
But at this time, his hair and beard were already white, and he was wearing a flashy white suit and red tie. He hugged Jiaodi and called her "Darling".

Well, it's too much to be sentimental.

However, this interruption made Wang Deming feel much better. He strolled along Pedder Street to the junction with Des Voeux Road, and took the elevator directly to the top floor of the Gloucester Building, which was renamed Zheng Yang Lou Beijing Cuisine.

Except for the three floors below which are reserved for restaurants, the other floors of the building have been rented out, either to certain trading companies or certain banks. The most amazing thing is that there are also many clinics in this building.
Although Wang Deming's idea of ​​opening a hospital came to nothing, he did not give up on the Western medicine business and slowly started to develop it. The location is on the ninth floor of this building. He has gathered more than a dozen people to start small-scale chemical experiments.

Selling medicine is Wang Deming's main business. He doesn't need to worry about the Chinese medicine pharmacies and beverage factories in Hong Kong. Now that he is already in Hong Kong and has better laboratory conditions, of course he wants to try Western medicine.

Western medicine has gone through several stages. The earliest was chemical synthesis, represented by sulfonamide found in the dye pyrochloridone. It developed into sulfadiazine, which is analgin that many people of a certain age have taken. It was one of the few broad-spectrum antibacterial drugs in China in the early days of liberation. Northeast Pharmaceutical in Shenyang was the largest production factory.

Then came the discovery and extraction of microorganisms during World War II, namely penicillin, also known as penicillin. It was really more expensive than gold during World War II. Although we could produce it in China before liberation, we lacked the ability for large-scale production. The North China Pharmaceutical, established in Shijiazhuang in 53, was the first factory in China to mass-produce penicillin.

After mastering the technology in the following few years, penicillin production has spread to every province in the country and is no longer scarce in the country.

There is also streptomycin, which was also discovered and extracted through microorganisms and is used to treat tuberculosis.

So at this time, researchers from Western pharmaceutical companies, no matter where they travel, will bring back new moss bacteria to the company's research institute for further research, praying to discover the next "gold".

Wang Deming’s first project was based on this concept: being half a step ahead is a genius, being one step ahead is a madman. He was still very grateful, so he studied coenzyme Q10.

It was just discovered and named two years ago, and pharmaceutical companies around the world, especially Japan, are striving to get ahead.
After walking around a few times, asking the person in charge to report the situation and giving a few casual instructions, Wang Deming sat in his office and stared at the scenery of Victoria Harbour across the street.

Mr. Ding's visit today slightly disrupted his plan. He had thought that with the hundreds of thousands of tons of grain at the beginning of the year, the domestic food gap could be greatly alleviated, but he did not expect it to be so serious.

He had previously planned to launch the process of extracting coenzyme Q10 from pig hearts by the end of this year or early next year, and then import a large amount of pig hearts from China, in an effort to indirectly promote the domestic breeding industry.

But now, even if he builds the factory, production technology and assembly lines, the raw materials are still a problem.

Alas. It felt like the sunset had already reached the surface of Victoria Harbor in a short while. The golden light was glittering, as if the ground was covered with gold. The enamel cloisonné floor clock in the corner of the office struck at the right time, "Ding Ding."

It was time to get off work so soon. He tidied his clothes, walked downstairs leisurely, and took the elevator to the first floor.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Bai Ma and Master Meng were looking at the menu. The driver Ali was standing nearby. Wang Deming asked leisurely, "Bai Ma, what dishes did Shouchun order today?"

"Sir, Madam Shouchun wants to eat Wensi tofu and soft-shelled eel today."

"Oh, this is Huaiyang cuisine? Master Meng can also cook it?"

Master Meng looked embarrassed. "I really don't know how to do this. Bai Ma and I called several well-known restaurants in Hong Kong, but no one knew how to do it."

"We have to ask Shouchun to change one." Wang Deming shook his head and said, "Mother Bai, I am having dinner with two leaders of China Resources tonight. A Mr. Song has reserved the table. Which private room is it?" "Sir, it's in Juer Hutong."

"Okay, I'll go up first." After walking a few steps, he returned and said, "Aunt Bai, discuss with Shouchun and continue to advertise in the newspaper that we are looking for a chef who specializes in Huaiyang cuisine. Also, ask Shouchun what other cuisine he would like to eat. Put up an advertisement at the same time. Oh, and contact Lao Peng and ask him if he has any apprentices to open a Tan's restaurant in Hong Kong."

"Okay, sir."

The private rooms at Zhengyanglou Beijing Cuisine are all named after the alleys in Beijing. Wang Deming came out of the kitchen and went to the lobby to take the elevator upstairs when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Mr. Wang."

In view of the mistake that happened in the afternoon, he did not turn around, but someone behind him called out, "Mr. Wang."

He looked back and saw, hey, it was Li Hanxiang who called himself Li Heizi again.

"Hey, Director Li, long time no see. Your artistic style is becoming more and more contagious!"

"No, no," Li Hanxiang said with a smile as he walked towards Wang Deming, holding a lady on his arm. The lady was about 35 or 6 years old. "Mr. Wang is more like a big boss!"

"You are wearing this outfit today. I almost didn't recognize you. Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Cuiying. She is from Hangzhou."

In order to avoid trouble, Wang Deming now changes into a suit when he goes out, and wears a white coat in the clinic to prevent anyone from bothering him.

"Hello, Madam Li," Wang Deming extended his hand and gently touched Zhang Cuiying, "Director Li is so lucky!"

"Of course not! My film career has been flourishing since I got married." Li Hanxiang smiled proudly: "Mr. Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you doing today?"

"Oh, I'm going to have dinner here with some friends, how about you?"

"Haha, me too. To be honest, when the Gloucester Hotel closed down, I was really worried that the money you left behind had disappeared, but I didn't expect it was still in the account. I haven't thanked you yet."

Wang Deming waved his hand and said, "We are all from Beijing. It is fate that we meet."

"Mr. Wang, my wife cooks excellent Hangzhou cuisine. If it's convenient for you, would you like to come to my humble abode for a meal?"

"Oh, sure. My wife wants to eat Huaiyang cuisine today, but Master Meng doesn't know how to cook it. Give me your business card and I'll make an appointment with you in advance."

"Oh, OK!" Li Hanxiang quickly took out a business card from his handbag and handed it over with both hands.

"Hanxiang, you and Cuiying are here so early?"

Taking the business card with both hands, Wang Deming tilted his head slightly. Wow, what a small world! It turned out to be Mr. Wang whom he saw downstairs.

He said goodbye with a smile and entered the elevator. Mr. Song and Mr. Ding had already arrived at the Juer Hutong box on the third floor.

So early?
"Mr. Ding, Mr. Song, is everything going well?"

(End of this chapter)