Chapter 752: Another year passed and the old ladies saw that he was so boring, so they shared some blueberries and planned to leave.

Seeing the figures of the old ladies disappear at the entrance of the alley, Grandpa Shen immediately closed the gate and bolted it unconsciously.

He raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and then he found that he was actually sweating.

"Good boy..." He muttered softly, shaking his head and walking into the house.

The next day, Uncle Shen strolled into the park earlier than usual.

Seeing this, the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground with a "dong".

Shu was still with the familiar group of old friends, but the atmosphere was obviously different.

The most enthusiastic old ladies, such as Grandma Li and others, were gathered on the other side, teasing and giggling around a furry puppy brought by someone, obviously finding a new focus.

Grandma Wang was among them, with her back to him, bending over to touch the puppy's head, seemingly unaware of his arrival.

And waiting for him under the old locust tree were a few other old brothers who didn't talk much but were very serious about their training.

When they saw Mr. Shen, they all smiled sincerely and greeted him, "Mr. Shen, you're here!"

"I've been waiting for you. Which section shall we practice today?"

He stood still, got up, and felt the airflow around him become much smoother.

When teaching the movements, he was focused and explained more carefully than before.

After a morning exercise, I feel refreshed and invigorated.

…

Jin Fengxiao quickly adapted to life in the capital, going to school and going home with Xiaoting.

Although Aunt Jiang’s cooking is not as good as that in a restaurant, the home-cooked meals are enough to fill the two children.

After class, the two often went to Xinweiju to do their homework, and Zhao Rui and Zhou Zhe would tutor them when they were free.

With the help of two students from Jingcheng University, their grades improved rapidly.

Time flies, and it is the summer of 1981 in a blink of an eye.

Xinweiju has opened in several cities and is doing well.

As the wave of reform and opening up intensified, Jasmine Clothing Store 껩놆 opened in Beijing for several years.

Not only does it have fashionable styles, but it also has the "affordable series" proposed by Lu Qingyang, so that young men and women who love beauty can dress in spirit and style without spending too much money. The store is always crowded with young people choosing clothes.

The pharmaceutical factory officially became a state-owned joint venture, with more funds and more new drugs with cheaper prices and better effects.

For a time, Lu Qingyang's career reached its peak.

But now he is just an ordinary physics student at Jingcheng University.

Behind the scenes, he already had various identities unknown to others.

…

Due to production issues, the pharmaceutical factory has introduced a number of high-end foreign instruments.

The imported German extraction production line suddenly broke down. A core precision component broke down due to a technical blockade. There was no way to repair it, and a new one could not be imported. The entire production line, which had cost a lot of money, was directly shut down. It seemed that a batch of important Chinese patent medicine extraction tasks would be delayed.

The old craftsmen in the factory and Mr. Hans, the engineer sent from Germany, fiddled with the cold lump of iron for several days, their mouths blistered with anxiety, hoping to make it roar again.

Mr. Hans is a serious German who wears gold-rimmed glasses and wears a meticulously ironed suit that is even neatly ironed in the workshop.

He spread his hands. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sun. Without genuine parts, this production line is nothing but a pile of scrap metal. Your country's industrial base... well, I'm afraid it's impossible to produce a replacement with micron-level precision."

His meaning was very clear: You can't do anything without us.

The atmosphere in the factory was a little solemn for a while.

Sun Qianjin could only make a phone call to Lu Qingyang who was far away in Beijing.

"It'll take a month to send someone from abroad to repair it. We can't afford to delay our production line."

Lu Qingyang was not in a hurry. He asked the technician to come over and explain the matter clearly, and then replied: "Wait a few days, I will have someone send the parts over."

Sun Qianjin was very curious: "Why, Qingyang, do you have any connections there?"

"Put it away."

Sun Qianjin listened to Lu Qingyang's calm voice on the other end of the phone. Although he was still nervous, he felt inexplicably calmer.

Following Lu Qingyang's instructions, he asked technical workers to urgently send detailed drawings, dimensional parameters, and even photos of the faulty parts to the capital.

Here, Lu Qingyang got the information, compared it with the drawings, and exchanged the required parts.

To ensure everything went smoothly, he even exchanged several similar parts with adjacent sizes and different tolerance ranges, hoping that one of them would match.

Within a few days, Sun Qianjin received the parts.

Hans looked at the parts that Sun Qianjin took out and shook his head at first, but soon the expression on his face changed from suspicion to surprise.

He picked up the measuring tool and reviewed the key dimensions of one of the parts and found that its precision was in full compliance with the standards. Even the surface treatment was better than that of the original part.

"Mr. Sun, where did you get these parts?" Hans couldn't help but ask.

"As far as I know, only our original factory in Germany can produce parts of this specification, and they are subject to export controls..."

Sun Qianjin followed Lu Qingyang's instructions on the phone in advance, with an enigmatic smile on his face. He imitated Lu Qingyang's calm tone and said, "Mr. Hans, this world is huge. Just because you can create something doesn't mean others can't, and it doesn't mean we Chinese can't come up with a solution."

Hans choked at this, his curiosity piqued to its peak. "Mr. Sun, could you recommend a master craftsman like me? I'd really like to hear from him in person."

Sun Qianjin chuckled inwardly, but shook his head with feigned regret. "Ah, Mr. Hans, what a coincidence. The guy who supplied the parts... well, the old craftsman, he's a bit eccentric. He's obsessed with his craft and hates socializing or meeting people, especially... foreign friends. Even for me, it's very hard to meet him."

His words were half true and half false, directly portraying Lu Qingyang as a mysterious hermit master.

Hans' face was filled with regret when he heard this, but he looked at the parts in his hand and had to accept this explanation.

He could only shrug and sigh, "The mysterious East is indeed amazing."

After the parts were replaced, the assembly line started running again. All this took only seven or eight days.

The new drug is very effective, even better than the domestic drug.

Dr. White contacted his colleagues in China and expressed his strong desire to visit the pharmaceutical factory in person, calling it "academic exchange."

He was accompanied by two other senior pharmacists from Europe and Japan.

When this news reached the pharmaceutical factory, Sun Qianjin felt both proud and under great pressure.

He quickly called Lu Qingyang to check in.

"Qingyang, this is a big deal! Several foreign experts have come and asked to see our production line and new drugs. The leader, White, is said to have a very sharp eye! We..." Sun Qianjin's tone was full of excitement.

"The efficacy of our medicine is real and can stand the test of time.

If they want to see it, just let them see it openly.

However, the core medicinal material pretreatment area and some key process parameters are commercial secrets. According to the rules, it is not convenient to display them.

As for the repaired production line, we can just say that our master craftsmen have excellent skills. As for the source of parts, we still have the same old story."