Chapter 403 Director Su's Vision Completely Unveiled
The jeep kicked up yellow dust as it rushed into the gate of the Blue Ocean Chemical Plant, its tires leaving a black mark on the cement ground.
Su Yue jumped out of the car, carrying the canvas bag full of documents in her hand, and walked quickly.
Chen Xinyue jogged after her, clutching her notebook tightly, her palms sweaty.
"Get the data from the No. 3 incubator." Su Yue pushed open the laboratory door, put on her white lab coat without changing her clothes, and said, "Old Li's telegram wasn't a death warrant, it was a call to arms. If we don't have the exact data from 'Hunter-9,' going to Beijing will be pointless."
A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the laboratory.
Several young technicians were gathered around the microscope, barely daring to breathe.
This is a restricted area of Blue Ocean Chemical Factory, and also a "money-devouring beast" that Su Yue invested heavily in building.
The workers outside only knew that the factory manager was working on a new formula, but they were unaware that a war was being waged against the microscopic world.
Chen Xinyue hurriedly flipped through the notebook: "Sister Su, the data from last night was not very stable. 'Hunter-9' only had a 40% survival rate in a simulated stomach acid environment, and its phagocytic efficiency was also substandard."
“That’s a problem with the encapsulation technique.” Su Yue walked to the lab bench, picked up a test tube, and examined it against the light. The turbid liquid inside was separating into layers. “We’ll use sodium alginate and chitosan to make double-layered microcapsules. Sea buckthorn oil can not only be used in face creams, but the purified residue is also an excellent stabilizer.”
She picked up the dropper, her movements as steady as if she were performing a delicate surgery.
A drop of golden liquid fell into the test tube.
Time ticked by, second by second. The wall clock ticked away, striking a chord with everyone.
For the next three days, Su Yue seemed to have grown up in the laboratory.
Meals were boxed lunches delivered by Huo Wenxuan's men, and sleep was a nap on a cot in the corner of the laboratory.
The data chart brought back from the Red Star Farm was pasted in the center of the blackboard, covered with countless red circles.
That's the list of dead drug-resistant superbugs.
"It's done!"
At four o'clock in the morning on the third day, Chen Xinyue's scream broke the silence.
She sprang up abruptly from in front of the microscope, knocking the chair over with a loud thud.
Su Yue paused, the ink spreading into a black dot on the paper. She put down the pen, strode to the microscope, and peered through it.
In the field of vision, the Staphylococcus aureus, which was originally aggressive and unresponsive to antibiotics, is now surrounded, adsorbed, and injected with DNA by countless tiny bacteriophages.
Within minutes, the bacteria swelled, ruptured, and finally turned into a pool of fragments.
This is a massacre. A one-sided massacre in the microscopic world.
"A broad-spectrum eradication rate of 99%." Su Yue raised her head, her eyes darkened from long hours of staying up late, but her gaze was frighteningly bright. "Seal all the data. This is our pledge of allegiance to the capital."
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
The light in Su Yue's office stayed on all night. Her desk was piled high with draft papers, which she had worked through the night to produce a "Feasibility Report on the Clinical Application of the Bacteriophage Variant 'Hunter-9'".
She picked up the phone and dialed the red number that was only used in emergencies.
The phone was answered after three rings.
"I am Li Qingfeng." The old man's slightly tired but steady voice came through the receiver.
"Mr. Li, this is Su Yue." Su Yue pressed the report under her elbow. "'Hunter-9' is a success. Broad-spectrum, acid-resistant, and its shelf life at room temperature exceeds six months."
There was a full five seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then came the sound of a chair being moved, and Li Qingfeng seemed to stand up, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion: "Are you sure? This is no joke. If the data is accurate, it means we possess a nuclear weapon to combat future superbugs!"
“I’ve already had Chen Xinyue organize the data, and it’s ready to be sent to Beijing at any time,” Su Yue said calmly. “But Mr. Li, there’s a question I must address now.”
"you say."
“I have the technology, but I don’t have the production capacity.” Su Yue tapped her fingers on the table. “Currently, the laboratory preparation can only produce a few dozen vials a day at most. Once this product is used in clinical trials, it will be used to treat tens of thousands of wounded and sick people. The existing equipment at Blue Ocean Chemical Factory is fine for producing face cream, but it’s simply not enough for producing biological agents.”
Li Qingfeng sighed on the other end of the line: "That's what I'm worried about too. Most of the pharmaceutical factories in Beijing have outdated equipment. Building new production lines requires foreign exchange and approvals, and the process will take at least two years. It's a long-term solution that can't address the immediate problem."
"I have an idea."
Su Yue looked out the window at the factory building under expansion. The morning light shone on the steel and concrete, giving it a golden edge.
"I want to set up a separate biopharmaceutical branch on the basis of the Blue Ocean Daily Chemical Plant. I will try to get the equipment from the port city or through Pierre, and I will try to raise the funds. But I need policy support and the support of the Chinese Academy of Sciences."
There was another silence on the other end of the phone.
This idea is too bold.
In 1971, it was simply a fantasy for a privately owned factory to develop cutting-edge biopharmaceuticals on a remote island.
“Girl, do you know what this means?” Li Qingfeng’s voice turned serious. “It means you’re going to lose all the money Blue Ocean Chemical Factory has made, and it still won’t be enough. This isn’t making face cream; this is burning money.”
"Burning money is better than burning lives," Su Yue replied decisively. "Just give me one answer: can this factory be built?"
“Build it!” Li Qingfeng uttered a single word with emphasis. “As long as you dare to do it, I, Li Qingfeng, will personally hang the plaque of the Academy of Sciences for you!”
After hanging up the phone, Su Yue leaned back in her chair and rubbed her throbbing temples.
The door was pushed open, and Huo Wenxuan walked in carrying this month's financial statements.
He had a smile on his face, clearly in a good mood.
"Director Su, last month's report is out. Sea buckthorn cream is selling like hotcakes, and with that batch of pearl cream we exported, our working capital has exceeded 500,000." Huo Wenxuan slammed the report on the table. "At this rate, we can give all the factory workers double their bonuses by the end of the year."
Su Yue didn't look at the report. Instead, she pulled out a hand-drawn blueprint from the drawer and pushed it in front of Huo Wenxuan.
"Take a look at this."
Huo Wenxuan took it with a puzzled look, glanced at it, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
"A biopharmaceutical plant development plan?" He looked up abruptly, staring at Su Yue. "You want to expand? Our Phase III plant has just been topped out, where are we going to find more land? And the equipment on it... centrifuges, fermenters, freeze dryers... all of these are imported. You could throw 500,000 into it and not even hear a sound!"
"The land, level that barren land to the west. The money, take out the 500,000 from the account to pay the deposit." Su Yue's tone left no room for argument.
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