Chapter 110 Gu Baobao's Future Blueprint is Being Built

After dinner, Lu Zhanming quickly and efficiently washed the dishes until they shone, wiped the stove clean, and even swept the floor.

Gu Dongguo sat at the table, legs crossed, glancing sideways at him as he busied himself, feeling a pang of resentment at having his home raided.

Seeing this cold-faced devil who was usually too lazy to even wash his own socks now so skillfully circling the stove, his aura strangely dissipated a little.

Hmm, at least you have some sense; you know how to behave in front of the baby.

Gu Baobao had finished washing up and changed into her plain white short-sleeved pajamas. Her hair was half-dry and draped over her shoulders.

She greeted the two men, told them she needed to rest early, and then went into her room, locking the door behind her with a click.

Lu Zhanming's gaze followed the closed door until Gu Dongguo coughed heavily, at which point he casually looked away.

He wrung out the rag, hung it up, took off his apron (which he had somehow gotten, but had the words "Serve the People" printed on it in red), and walked up to Gu Dongguo.

"elder brother,"

He lowered his voice, his expression regaining some of its usual coldness.

"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back. Take good care of the baby and be vigilant."

Gu Dongguo raised his eyebrows:

"Nonsense! She's my own sister, why do I need you to explain? Get out of here, get on with your business!"

Although he was unhappy that Lu Zhanming was eyeing his sister, he knew what was important, especially after such a huge mess today.

There are definitely still people watching from the shadows. Lu Zhanming probably went out to handle the aftermath or to strengthen security arrangements.

Lu Zhanming nodded, said nothing more, turned and strode out of the courtyard, quickly disappearing into the deepening night.

Gu Dongguo got up, walked to the courtyard gate, looked around warily, then bolted the door and checked the windows.

Back in the main room, he heard complete silence in his sister's room and scratched his head.

The baby must be exhausted today, and has suffered so much. I guess he's asleep now.

He sighed, sat down in a chair, took out a half-pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and slowly took a puff.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his brow furrowed as he thought about those idle, good-for-nothing guys in the provincial capital.

Thinking of my sister's calm yet resolute eyes, and then of that bastard Lu Zhanming's "Shunliu-ge" before he left...

...

"grass!"

He cursed under his breath, stubbed out his cigarette in the enamel mug on the table, and scratched his hair in frustration.

At this moment, Gu Baobao, whom Gu Dongguo thought was asleep, is actually in a completely different world.

The space is always at a comfortable temperature, with air so fresh it's completely free of impurities.

Gu Baobao was wearing comfortable pure cotton loungewear and walking barefoot on the soft carpet of the villa laboratory.

On the spacious lab table in front of her, two detailed documents redeemed from the system were spread out:

A detailed explanation of the production process of highly efficient antibiotics, as well as the improved formula and guiding techniques of the ancient prescription for Gubenpeiyuan health-preserving pills.

Above them was a shadowless lamp simulating natural light, and beside them was a cup of tea brewed with spring water.

There was no poverty of material scarcity in the 1960s, no turmoil of intrigue from the outside world, only her and a vast ocean of knowledge.

【Host, with your workaholic tendencies, this system is afraid you'll die from overwork!】

De Fu's voice rang out, tinged with helplessness.

[Just finished a major battle, don't you want to relax? Look at the stars? Soak in a hot spring? This system can play some soothing music for you!]

Gu Baobao didn't even look up; her pen flew across the specially made draft paper, rapidly calculating a chemical formula:

"Relax? There's no time to relax now. Defu, have you forgotten where we're going?"

[Paris, France, International Medical Equipment Exhibition!]

De Fu answered immediately.

That's right.

Gu Baobao stopped writing, her eyes sharp.

That's a battlefield, a battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder is invisible, but the struggle is far more intense. We're not going there just to go through the motions or watch the spectacle.

She picked up the recipe for the health-preserving pills, her eyes gleaming:

The hemostatic powder is our entry point, but that's not enough. We need to offer something truly compelling enough to impress those foreign capitalists.

The pharmaceutical giants, their eyes gleaming with envy, were forced to sit down and discuss things with us. And...we also needed their money to do our bidding.

[The host means...]

[Health-preserving pills are the best bait.]

Gu Baobao's lips curled into a cold yet shrewd smile.

However, there are two types of bait.

She pushed aside the antibiotic information and spread out the formula diagram for the health-preserving pills in front of her.

This kind,

She pointed to one of the complex combinations of medicinal herbs and processing procedures.

This is the internal supply version. It has a mild medicinal effect, significantly strengthens the body's foundation and nourishes the vital energy, with extremely low side effects. It is suitable for elderly comrades like Grandpa Tang, whose health is depleted from years of hard work for the country.

It is also suitable for the recuperation of our own meritorious officials. We must use the best medicinal materials and the most meticulous processing, regardless of cost.

Gu Baobao moved her finger to a slightly different set of ingredients next to her, her eyes like those of a fox eyeing its prey:

This one is a special export version. As for the effects... well, they do have some. You'll feel refreshed for a short time after taking it, and it can even alleviate some chronic ailments. But—

She drew out her words:

Its effects are gradual. Simply put, the first pill feels the best, the second pill's effect is halved, the third pill's effect is halved again... Want to achieve the radical cure and conditioning effect of the internally supplied version?

Yes, please take it long-term, in large quantities, and continuously. Furthermore, the substitutes for several key medicinal ingredients and the processing methods are important.

I did some minor tweaks to ensure that with their current technology, they won't be able to completely crack and replicate it within ten years.

The electronic sounds from Defu all rose excitedly:

[Brilliant! Host! Absolutely brilliant! Isn't this the legendary technological barrier and non-drug addiction, or an effect-dependent sales strategy?]

Let them see the aroma of the meat, but not be able to eat the whole piece, so they want to keep smelling the aroma.

Fine, then trade us real money, the technology and equipment we want! And whether we give in or not depends on our mood! That's some serious business acumen!

[More than that.]

Gu Baobao picked up the information about antibiotics again.

Antibiotics are a life-saving commodity, and we need to roll them out domestically as soon as possible to benefit the people. However, we can also take a few samples and expressions of future cooperation intentions to the trade show to try and secure some business.

The key is that we need to use this exhibition to understand the international pharmaceutical industry, to see which technologies and equipment we urgently need and which are easiest to leverage.

She sat down at her desk again, the pen scratching on the paper, sometimes checking the system data, sometimes deep in thought, and sometimes taking a sip of spiritual spring water to refresh herself.

Completely immersed in knowledge, strategy, and blueprint building for the future.

One hour outside is ten hours inside the space.

She has plenty of time to refine her plan.