Chapter 302 Returning to Alma Mater to Seek Support
After the last Dongjianzi Hutong incident, the locations and times of Lin Sanqi's subsequent black market transactions were irregular and random, with no pattern to be found.
In an era without probes and cell phone signal tracking, it was impossible to be discovered.
It also avoided to the greatest extent the police station from knowing about it in advance and catching them in a trap like last time.
It has to be said that it was the imperial capital of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties for hundreds of years. It has a lot of cultural heritage, and there are a lot of wealthy people here, and they are very generous.
It is also possible that these officials and big capitalists at that time were driven to desperation by hunger and disease. If they had been reserved before, they were now willing to risk everything to exchange their gold for a bite to eat or a bottle of penicillin.
Rich people are not necessarily fools. There are many smart people who see the situation clearly and know that keeping wealth will bring troubles in the future. It is better to cash it out and exchange it for food and medicine to overcome the current difficulties.
Of course, indirectly, the fact that so much food and medicine came to this era from another world through Lin Sanqi has greatly alleviated the shortage of food and medicine in the capital area. Lin has definitely done a great deed and saved so many lives.
He had used the fake food coupons to eat out a few times, so what? He had given far more than he had received.
Because of the shortage of grain, Lin Sanqi's transactions are still very frequent even after the price has increased several times. So far, Lin Sanqi has more than 20 tons of gold in his hands.
With 20 tons of gold, Lin Sanqi took the initiative in crossing the river and could attack or defend.
Progress can prepare funds for setting up a pharmaceutical factory in the future in the 1960s.
If you retire, you can become a gold tycoon in 2013 and lie low.
After all, gold was hard currency whether in 2013 or in 1960.
Especially in 2013, when the price of gold climbed, Lin Sanqi's wealth grew rapidly. 20 tons of gold were worth more than 10 billion yuan, which is something even novels dare not write about.
And 20 tons of gold is not the end. As long as the transaction continues, Lin Sanqi's gold reserves will continue to increase.
Anyway, the gold of these families is ill-gotten gains, obtained by exploiting the working people. If Lin Sanqi doesn't take it, someone else will take it away in a few years. Instead of giving it to others, it is better for him, Lin Sanqi, to give it to others.
In addition, these old men and veteran capitalists also contributed a lot of antiques and curios to Lin Sanqi, all of which were brought by impoverished nobles in exchange for food.
As the saying goes, gold comes in troubled times, and antiques come in prosperous times.
So Lin Sanqi collected a lot of bottles, bowls, plates, calligraphy and paintings, and ancient jade, and then piled them in a mess in the corner of the "passageway space".
Lin Sanqi has no particular interest in these antiques and curios. The antique business is too complicated and the ability to convert them into cash is too poor.
Didn’t you see that even the antique tycoon Ma Modu has started to owe wages? This means that antiques can’t be sold now and he is no longer the best job to make money.
He accepted these antiques simply because he didn't want these precious treasures to be smashed or burned in a few years.
In addition, Lin Sanqi himself is not interested in antiques, but getting one in 2013 as a favor is the best gift.
Whether they are intellectuals who pretend to be cultured or coal bosses, they all like to display some antiques and curios at home as decorations to appear elegant and knowledgeable.
Little do people know that many antiques are burial objects for the dead, such as Tang Sancai and pottery figurines, which are placed in tombs for the dead.
Then the living people take it and happily place it in the most conspicuous place in the house. Doesn't this destroy the feng shui of the house? How can bad luck not come if you are with the dead people's things every day?
After nightfall, Lin Sanqi traveled back to modern society.
He first randomly picked out two plates from a pile of pots and pans in the space, one red and one blue, and he didn't know what kind they were. Then he excitedly went to Huadu Medical University to make connections.
Dean's Office, First Clinical College, Huadu Medical University.
Lin Sanqi, carrying a paper box, peeked into the dean's office and found Dean Wang reviewing documents. Their eyes met.
Lin Sanqi quickly stood at attention: "Teacher Wang, hey, I came to see you."
Dean Wang saw that it was Lin Sanqi, the God of Wealth, and instead of looking at him coldly like he did to other students, he stood up with a smile.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Lin? Mr. Lin just remembered that he's still a graduate student and is planning to come back to do experiments?"
Dean Wang is an expert in infectious diseases in China and is only one step away from becoming an academician. Lin Sanqi's graduate major is also "Infectious Diseases."
Facing the instructor's ridicule, Lin Sanqi quickly said in a flattering tone:
"Teacher Wang, I just returned from an inspection tour in the northwest. I'm planning to build the largest musk deer breeding base in China in Qinghai, in preparation for opening a Chinese medicine factory in the future. I came to see you right after I got back. This is a local specialty of Qinghai, please nourish your body."
Lin Sanqi smiled and took out two large plastic boxes from his backpack. Inside them were a total of one kilogram of Cordyceps, all of which were the top-grade Cordyceps King, arranged like blooming peonies.
Dean Wang took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but click his tongue:
"Wow, Sanqi, you're so generous! This box of Cordyceps is worth at least hundreds of thousands. You're making me make a mistake."
Lin Sanqi was dissatisfied:
"Noisy, Mr. Wang, you are my personal mentor. Our country has always valued Heaven, Earth, the Emperor, Parents, and Teachers. What's wrong with a student giving a teacher some local specialties? Everyone in Huadu knows that we sell Cordyceps. It's worthless, not worth anything."
At the level of Dean Wang, he actually has no shortage of money. He is not greedy for the Cordyceps, but really values Lin Sanqi's kindness.
"Okay, since it's a souvenir from my students, I'll accept it. Thank you, hehe."
Lin Sanqi thought, "Old man, as long as you're willing to accept it, that's good. This is the first step towards cooperation between the two parties." So he prepared to launch the second wave of sugar-coated bullets:
"Teacher Wang, look at this plate."
Lin Sanqi opened another paper box, removed the foam, and revealed a red plate inside.
"Teacher Wang, this is a plate I bought in Xi'an's antique street. It cost me 1,000 yuan. I was so happy when I saw the red plate that I thought of bringing you a souvenir. What do you think?"
Dean Wang glanced at the red plate with a smile, and initially didn't take it seriously, thinking, what good stuff could there be in a street stall?
As a result, after just one look, Dean Wang immediately took a breath, then suddenly hugged the cardboard box, pushed up his glasses and looked at it carefully.
Then he took out a pair of white gloves and a magnifying glass from the drawer, held them in his palms, and began to examine it carefully inside and out.
Lin Sanqi certainly knew that what he took out was genuine. It might not be a fine product, but it was definitely not fake. Looking at the dean's expression, it was obvious that this gift touched his heart.
Old men of a certain class either like fishing or antiques, but they don't have a sex life.
After a long while, Dean Wang carefully placed the plate in the paper box, and then said with emotion:
"Xiao Lin, you're truly blessed with good fortune. You stole a treasure from the dirt. Let me tell you, this is a genuine antique. Its full name is the Jiaqing Sacrifice Red Underglaze Red Hexagonal Tribute Plate. It's so well preserved, it's a treasure."
As Dean Wang spoke, he could not hide the envy in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was an "antique fan".
Lin Sanqi clapped his hands.
"Ah, if we talk about luck, it's your luck, Teacher Wang. This is a small gift I bought for you, so it belongs to you, Teacher Wang."
Dean Wang almost spit out a mouthful of tea when he heard this:
"No, this is against the rules. It's not allowed by policy. Xiaolin, don't underestimate this plate. You can't get it at an auction without 400,000 or 500,000 yuan. It's too valuable. I can't accept it."
Lin Sanqi was unhappy when he heard this:
"Only four or five hundred thousand? You call that money?"
When Dean Wang heard this, he thought to himself that this tycoon's words were really infuriating. Four or five hundred thousand actually didn't call it money?
"Teacher Wang, since you're afraid of making a mistake, just reimburse me the 1,000 yuan. I'll have no use for this plate if I take it back. I even hate using it for fruit because it's second-hand. What if it gets dented?"
Dean Wang actually knew what Lin Sanqi meant, and he also understood that the Cordyceps and plates today were of great value.
He even thought that Lin Sanqi couldn't possibly be unaware of the value of this red plate, otherwise how could a student dare to give his mentor such a cheap gift? This was clearly an excuse.
But as I said, everyone is selfish and will comfort themselves.
After all, Lin Sanqi was his graduate student, and it seemed to be natural for students to give gifts to their teachers since ancient times.
Besides, he's a pretty good instructor. I haven't seen other instructors let female students get...warmed up. He never does such immoral things...
"You, you young people just don't know how to cherish our traditional treasures. You've ruined it in your hands. Fine, I'll take this plate and transfer 1,000 yuan to you via WeChat right now."
When the phone rang, Lin Sanqi knew that his flattery had won a great victory today, so he smiled:
"I received the 1,000 yuan. Since I'm so lucky, I guess I'll have to go to the antique street more often in the future. What if I find some treasure? Then why would I open a company or sell medicine? I'll just open an antique shop."
"Haha, that's a good idea. By the way, Xiaolin, you didn't come to school just to give gifts this time, did you? If you encounter any difficulties at work, tell me about it and I'll see if I can help you."
There is no love without reason in this world. Since the other party has given you a valuable gift, you should think about it and ask for something from them.
Lin Sanqi was not polite. After all, his request was not excessive and was a piece of cake for the instructor:
"Teacher Wang, I really have something to trouble you with."
"You tell me, you tell me."
"First, I want some information on tuberculosis, preferably all the papers and literature on tuberculosis from 1970 to 2022."
In another era, when the tuberculosis ward of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital opened, if one wanted to achieve results, go beyond Asia and face the world, a thesis was a must.
If Lin Sanqi were asked to write a thesis, he would definitely not be able to do it. He is a professional master, not an academic master, and is not good at writing thesis.
If you can’t write, can you copy? You don’t have to worry about “checking for plagiarism”.
Dean Wang was a little surprised:
"Why do you want information on tuberculosis? Are you planning to develop a tuberculosis drug at Lingnan Hall, or are you planning to start a graduate program on tuberculosis? This isn't a good choice."
Although pulmonary tuberculosis seems to be resurging in recent years, the number of cases of stubborn tuberculosis is also increasing.
But overall, tuberculosis is an infectious disease that can be prevented, controlled and treated, and there is already a mature theoretical system and effective medicines.
From the perspective of pharmaceutical companies, this disease has no economic value anymore, no money can be made, and they will not invest too much in research.
Without the support of pharmaceutical companies, universities, hospitals, and research institutes would not have the money to initiate tuberculosis research. This research direction would have become obsolete, so Dean Wang was very puzzled by Lin Sanqi's request.
Lin Sanqi scratched his head and had to find a new excuse:
"I don't need it myself, but one of my foreign clients wants it. Their country is very underdeveloped and there are still a lot of tuberculosis patients. They want to prevent and control tuberculosis among the entire population, so they need some materials."
Dean Wang nodded slightly, thinking that not all countries have medical care as developed as China, and many places in Africa are still in primitive society.
"Okay, go find your senior sister Lu Suying later and ask her to copy all the information on tuberculosis for you. However, a lot of the information is in English, so you will need to translate it yourself."
Lin Sanqi thought that English would be the best, so that he, a half-baked translator, would not make mistakes. He could just submit the English version of the paper.
When others write papers, they first have to design the topic, then look for specimens, then draw conclusions after research, and finally write the paper. The process is very complicated and the investment is huge.
Lin Sanqi is just the opposite.
He already knows the answer, so many processes can be simplified. When the time comes, he can collect the data and not be afraid of foreign doctors reviewing it. After all, the data is real, reliable, and has been tested for decades.
Lin Sanqi's first problem was solved, so he quickly mentioned his second problem:
"Teacher Wang, do you remember what the X-ray machine looked like when you first started working?"
Dean Wang is 55 years old this year. He started working 30 years ago, which was the early 1990s. There is a generation gap with the 1950s and 1960s, but not too big.
"The X-ray machines back then were incomparable to today's. Nowadays, they are all digital and 3D. Back then, it was still the era of film cameras. Every time you took a film, you had to replace the IP board. Moreover, the power was low and the image quality was not clear enough."
X-ray machines are actually not expensive, and you can buy a brand new one for tens of thousands of yuan.
Even a CT scan that costs several million is not very expensive, and Lin Sanqi is not reluctant to spend the money.
In fact, if that kind of modern X-ray machine was brought to 1960, it would definitely be regarded as a black technology monster. Believe it or not, the relevant departments would immediately dismantle it and it would not be used in clinical practice at all.
Then the buyer Lin Sanqi had to find a lot of reasons to explain the origin of the machine, which was so annoying.
In order to have some peace and quiet, and also to make it easier for doctors of that era to use, Lin Sanqi decided to buy the oldest cassette X-ray machine.
But this kind of machine is no longer available in our country, at least. Even with the money in hand, I don’t know where to buy it, so Lin Sanqi decided to come to the university to find a solution.
"Teacher Wang, I need one of these decades-old X-ray machines, ideally one that can be used for chest X-rays. As you know, my clients live in countries with low technological standards and low-quality doctors who can't operate complex machines. Do you have any connections? I'd like to buy a few."
Dean Wang was not surprised by Lin Sanqi's request. He had previously packed up all the junk from Huadu Medical University and took it away. His request for a few old X-ray machines was not unexpected.
"Hey, this 1250 mAh X machine..."
Lin Sanqi quickly corrected him: "That's too much. I only need a 500mAh or 750mAh X-ray machine."
Dean Wang shook his head:
"If it's an X-ray machine with a few hundred milliamperes, it's from the 1950s and 1960s. You probably can't find it now, and you can't buy it unless it's custom-made."
"Custom-made?"
"Yes, custom-made. As long as you pay, with our country's manufacturing capabilities, what can't we make? If you want to make something more high-tech, these manufacturers can't do it. But if you want to make something more primitive, it's a piece of cake for them."
A country of copycats, oh bah, it is a country of manufacturing. As long as you give us a sample, we can make anything for you.
Especially in the Pearl River Delta, which is the most developed region in the electronics industry, customizing a machine is a very simple matter. If there are no parts, just make a new mold.
Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Okay, okay, I'll definitely make it, but I need it urgently, Teacher Wang, what do you think..."
Dean Wang didn't waste any time and took out his cell phone to dial:
"Hey, Lao Cao, I have a question. Can your factory make those old X-ray machines from the 1950s and 1960s? ...Yes, that prototype in the Huadu Museum...Yes, we can. How many milliamperes does it cost?"
Dean Wang looked at Lin Sanqi, and Lin Sanqi quickly whispered that he wanted 750 mAh.
In 1960, when 100 mA, 200 mA and 400 mA were the most advanced, 750 mA was definitely the most advanced international standard.
"It needs 750 mAh. Yes, I'm just a little apprentice and want to build one for fun... How much is it? 100,000? Lao Cao, you're really a scoundrel..."
Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly on the side. 100,000 yuan is indeed a bit expensive for a DR machine. But there is no way around it, after all, it is a custom-made model.
"How many do you want? Ah, let's start with 20. Yes, the outer shell should be based on the prototype in the museum, and it should be customized in the style of the 1950s and 1960s. Yes, it's for young people to use for cosplay. Okay, pick it up in a week."
Dean Wang put down the phone:
"Okay, I've got you covered. I don't know what your African customers are thinking. Why don't you just go straight to the DR machine? Wouldn't point-and-shoot operation be much simpler?"
Lin Sanqi was exhausted, but he had to continue making up lies:
"Hey, the more advanced the machine, the easier it is to break down. If it breaks down, we can't afford to repair it. Didn't we suffer enough from maintenance in the 1980s? So old machines are better. They are easy to disassemble and you can fix them yourself if they break down."
Dean Wang agreed with this. When the machines were imported into my country, even a broken screw would require repairs from foreign manufacturers, which would cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of US dollars, making domestic manufacturers miserable.
After solving two troublesome matters, Lin Sanqi came out of the dean's office humming a little tune, went to the laboratory building, found his senior sister Lu Suying, and copied all the tuberculosis information.
Dean Wang has five doctoral students under his supervision, and Lu Suying is his senior who is in her second doctoral program. There is also one master's student.
Ahem, Lin Sanqi is the only master's student. It's because he was admitted as an exception and took the transfer student route.
Lin Sanqi did not go to visit his senior brothers and sisters empty-handed. In addition to bringing a lot of fruits, he also gave each of them 10 meal coupons for the Xuanji Mediterranean Buffet Revolving Restaurant in Guangzhou Tower.
Don't be fooled by the fact that it is a buffet restaurant. Including the sightseeing fee, a single ticket costs 800 yuan. For these science and engineering men and women with social anxiety, a buffet is the best choice.
Sure enough, the five doctoral seniors immediately assured the boss junior that they would be responsible for all of Lin Sanqi's research topics and would be responsible for writing the thesis.
After leaving the School of Clinical Medicine, Lin Sanqi went to the School of Pharmacy next door.
Half an hour later, in the dean's office:
Dean Zhang Yuezheng gently stroked the large blue-glazed plate made in the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty in front of him, and couldn't let it go.
"What a wonderful piece! Xu Zhiheng wrote in 'Yinliuzhai Shuoci': Ancient porcelain favored blue. All green and blue were encapsulated in blue, and the glaze was as blue as the deep sea. Xiaolin, this plate of yours is definitely from the official kiln. What a treasure, what a treasure."
Lin Sanqi thought, as expected, there is no cultured old man who doesn't like antiques, and my gift was really well-deserved.
Dean Zhang put down the plate with great reluctance, his eyes still lingering as he asked calmly:
"Xiao Lin, you're really after something big by giving me such a valuable antique. Tell me, what do you want from me? Let's make a deal first. I'll take care of you if I can, but I won't do anything illegal, so don't ask."
Lin Sanqi sat up straight and said with a smile:
"Dean Zhang, you really underestimate me, don't you? I'm an outstanding student trained by our school. How could I harm my own teacher? Actually, my request is not high. I just want some information."
Dean Zhang raised his eyebrows and asked cautiously:
"I don't have any confidential information here. Some of it is research data commissioned by pharmaceutical companies, and I can't reveal it to you."
"No, no, no. I don't want any of the confidential information you're researching. For now, I need all the information on rifampicin and ethambutol, including the formula ingredients, the content of each component, the preparation method, the method of use, the effective dosage, the test report, the clinical trial summary, and so on."
Dean Zhang blinked, a little confused:
"The drug information you mentioned is all public. The patents for rifampicin and ethambutol have expired. Lingnan Hall can produce them if you want, but you're not going to apply for patents, are you?"
Lin Sanqi felt tired again and could only laugh:
"President Zhang, I need this information for a simulated patent application. Haha, I just want our company's people to practice it in advance."
Dean Zhang shook his head:
"It's so mysterious. There are professional agents who can apply for patents, and you don't need to apply in person. Fine, it's not a secret anyway. If you want, I'll have someone copy the information for you later."
Lin Sanqi was overjoyed, as he now had the information he needed to apply for a patent.
(End of this chapter)
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