Minister Li snorted:
"I believe others don't have money, but I don't believe you, Lin Sanqi. If nothing unexpected happens, you have at least $5 million. The organization will talk to you after the meeting."
Lin Sanqi rolled his eyes and suggested:
"Leader Jing, Minister, I have a suggestion. If I have $10 million, could we use it specifically to build new infectious disease hospitals in various regions and counties?"
Lin Sanqi's proposal was both public-spirited and selfish.
Public spirit is the biggest killer of Chinese people, tuberculosis. If it can be rolled out nationwide, how many lives can be saved?
From a selfish perspective, if the entire country were to use his Lin Sanqi anti-tuberculosis drug, how much medicinal material and jade would he have to exchange for it? He could make a fortune just from this transaction.
Minister Li laughed out loud: "Comrade Lin Sanqi, you've exposed your true colors."
Leader Jing chuckled, then finally shook his head:
"We need foreign exchange, but for the whole country, treating tuberculosis is not a top priority. The most important thing in the country right now is food, food, and food. So we need to use all our precious foreign exchange to buy food from foreign countries."
Lin Sanqi sighed in his heart. 1961 was the last year of natural disasters, but it was also the year with the greatest food shortage.
There was still stock in the first year, and we could still hold on in the second year, but by the third year, we were really out of ammunition and food, and were surrounded by enemies.
So Leader Jing said that even if he had money he would not build a hospital but would import food instead. Lin Sanqi could understand that this was also a helpless move.
Then the question comes back to the starting point: how can we convince foreign countries that we have conquered tuberculosis? How can we get foreign countries to import our anti-tuberculosis drugs or purchase patents?
This actually also concerns Lin Sanqi's personal interests.
Vice Minister Zhang then spoke:
"Professor Anthony from Harvard Medical School, who is a visiting scholar at the Infectious Disease Hospital, suggested to me that China send a medical team to the United States. He is willing to help us build a new tuberculosis department at Massachusetts General Hospital.
Chinese doctors will conduct clinical trials in US hospitals. The attending physician will be Chinese, the treatment plan will be proposed in China, and the drugs will come from China. All this will be done independently. US hospitals will not be involved in the clinical work.
At the same time, the International Union Against Tuberculosis and Lung Disease can act as an intermediary, inviting experts from various countries to jointly supervise and track the entire process. "Can China truly conquer tuberculosis? And prove it to the world on the ground."
When everyone in the conference room heard this proposal, they started talking about it.
Minister Li looked at Leader Jing and said:
"I think this is a great idea, and Professor Anthony is willing to help us, saving us a lot of coordination work."
Leader Jing looked at Lin Sanqi and said, "Comrade Sanqi, what do you think of this solution?"
When leaders ask this question, it means that they already have an answer or tendency in their hearts.
Lin Sanqi smacked his lips and said hesitantly:
"In theory, this is indeed the most effective and direct solution at present. Regardless of whether we feel frustrated or not, the mainstream medical community in Europe and the United States must recognize our tuberculosis treatment plan before it can be vigorously promoted around the world.
But have the leaders ever considered this: just as it was with great difficulty that Qian Xuesen finally returned to China, if our medical team went to the United States, whether they could return would be a problem.
Leader Jing opened his notebook and began to take notes, motioning, "Go on!"
Lin Sanqi began to express his inner speculation:
"Foreign countries are different from us. We pursue national honor. Foreign countries, on the other hand, are capitalist societies, and capital pursues money. Whoever can create money is the boss, and for money, they will do anything.
It just so happens that the tuberculosis project involves a huge profit market worth tens of billions of dollars a year. Moreover, this is not a one-time business, but an annual business. Moreover, as tuberculosis treatment is expanded to countries around the world, the profits created will only get higher and higher.
So the question is, I'm like a moving gold ingot right now. Are you so confident in letting me go to the US? Aren't you afraid that the Americans will bribe me with gold, US dollars, and Hollywood actresses to stay?"
Leader Jing smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. Just because you, Lin Sanqi, donated tens of millions of dollars worth of diamonds to the country, you're not a money-lover. Capitalists who want to buy you off with money are looking for the wrong person."
Hehehe~~~
There was another chuckle in the conference room.
Lin Sanqi, the timely doctor from the Infectious Disease Hospital, is well-known for not loving money.
Not only does he not love money, but he also likes to spend it. As long as he likes someone, no amount of money is a problem.
For example, when Moutai Distillery was clearing out its inventory, there was originally only $2 million worth of liquor, but Lin Sanqi paid $6 million and didn't even ask for change.
Let me put it this way, now all provinces, cities and autonomous regions across the country are looking forward to President Lin’s visit, and then with a wave of his hand, dollars will fly into their pockets.
Lin Sanqi laughed with everyone else and continued to express his concerns.
"The trouble isn't just about the temptation of money and women. If the temptation succeeds, I'm willing to stay in the United States, and then everything will be fine.
As long as I became one of them, they would definitely be willing to let me have some soup, even though the meat would be theirs to eat.
But what if I don't agree to stay? What if I insist on returning home? Have you ever thought about this?
They can restrict scientists like Qian Xuesen, but there is no guarantee that they will not restrict my personal freedom. If they can't do it openly, can they do it secretly?
For example, when I was walking on the road, a van suddenly rushed out and kidnapped me, and then secretly sent me to a scientific research base, where I was forced to reveal all my secrets and hand over the patent for tuberculosis.
If I refuse to hand it over, there will be only one outcome: I will never be able to walk out of the darkness and will be imprisoned for life.
If I give it up and the patent is transferred, then I will be of no use and will end up driving my Tesla into a pond and drowning."
Minister Li immediately asked, "What are you driving?"
Lin Sanqi knew that he had let the cat out of the bag again, but it didn't matter. No one in the meeting room knew what was going on in foreign countries anyway.
"Well, it means someone will stuff you into a car and push it into a pond, creating the illusion of an accidental drowning. The truth will never be revealed."
Minister Jing took a sip of water and nodded slightly:
"Comrade Sanqi's words make sense. Let's not talk about the capitalists in the United States. Think about the capitalists in old Shanghai. Which one of them didn't have connections with both the black and white sides? How many innocent souls were drowned in the Huangpu River?
But this isn't unsolvable. The relevant national authorities could send you their most elite South China Sea bodyguards, who would accompany you to the United States under the guise of a medical team. They'd nominally be your medical assistants, but in reality, they could provide 24-hour personal protection."
In fact, Lin Sanqi was not really that afraid of being killed.
Because before someone wants to kill him, they will definitely use threats and inducements first, and then use force after courtesy, giving him time difference. It is impossible for them to shout and kill right away.
So when the other party failed to bribe him and was about to use a sniper, Lin Sanqi could run away through a door and no one could catch him.
Again, when leaders say things like that in a meeting, it means they have already made a decision in their hearts.
After the meeting, in Leader Jing’s office.
The secretary made a cup of tea and left. Lin Sanqi sat on the wooden sofa with a radio in his hand.
"Boss, this is a portable radio I brought back from Hong Kong. You can hold it in your hand and listen to it wherever you go. It's very convenient."
These days, radios in China are all big, similar in size to a TV. Putting them on a table is a symbol of status and very impressive.
There is also a larger radio, about the size of a 24-inch suitcase, which is placed on the ground and is the most expensive.
Just like how Chinese people preferred bigger cars when buying cars decades later, people now also pursue "bigger" radios when buying them, probably due to the influence of the Russians.
As for Japanese people, the smaller the better, the smaller the better, just like their cars like to be miniaturized, and their men's things are also smaller...
Leader Jing took the radio, turned it on and adjusted it a bit. He was very satisfied with the sound quality.
"Well, this little gadget is pretty good. I can listen to the news and Peking opera while taking an evening walk, haha. Okay, sit down too. I have something to tell you." (End of this chapter)
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