Chapter 383 Authority is determined by people!
"We're challenging authority here. The mainstream view in the medical community is that phage therapy is unstable, prone to drug resistance, and has been replaced by antibiotics. Won't we be criticized for going backwards if we do this now?"
Su Yue was looking into the microscope, observing the lively little things on the slide.
That was "Hunter-9" isolated from the sample she brought back from the Red Star Farm.
This thing is very fierce.
It doesn't eat anything else; it specifically devours superbugs that have developed strong resistance to penicillin.
"Authority?" Su Yue adjusted her focus, without looking up. "Authority is also determined by people. When penicillin first came out, it was also called poison. Science has always progressed by breaking down authority."
She straightened up and tossed a thick manuscript to Chen Xinyue.
"The consequences of antibiotic overuse will become apparent in ten or twenty years. By then, superbugs will be rampant and incurable. What we are doing now is leaving a way out for the future."
Su Yue walked to the window and looked at the chimneys outside, which were emitting white smoke.
"Don't be afraid of being criticized. If you're a researcher and you're afraid of being called crazy, then you should go home and take care of your kids."
Looking at Su Yue's calm yet resolute face, Chen Xinyue's fear suddenly dissipated.
Following Sister Su, it seems there's nothing I wouldn't dare to do.
"Okay! I'll go prepare the data model for the Phase II clinical trial right away!" Chen Xinyue grabbed the documents and ran out.
Su Yue rubbed her sore neck.
She is not a god; she is afraid too.
This is, after all, a concept that is decades ahead of its time, and once it is put forward, it will inevitably cause a huge uproar.
They might even be labeled as "practicing pseudoscience" or "wasting national resources."
But she can't stop.
Only this kind of intense mental work can make her temporarily forget her longing for Gu Beichen.
"Ring ring—"
The red telephone on the table suddenly rang.
This old-fashioned telephone was very loud and piercing.
Su Yue walked over and picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Blue Ocean Chemicals, this is Su Yue."
There was a noisy static sound and a whooshing wind on the other end of the phone.
Several seconds passed before a very low voice came through.
"Su Yue, it's me. Huo Wenxuan."
Su Yue frowned.
Wasn't Huo Wenxuan supposed to be in the provincial capital sourcing raw materials? Why is he making such a furtive phone call now?
"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the raw materials?"
“It’s not raw material.” Huo Wenxuan’s voice was even lower, as if he were speaking through a microphone. “I just ran into Qin Zheng’s bodyguard at the provincial party committee guesthouse.”
Qin Zheng?
He's in Beijing, so why would he have bodyguards in the provincial capital?
"What happened?" Su Yue's heart jumped.
"Qin Zheng seems to have gotten into trouble."
The static crackled in the receiver, and Huo Wenxuan's suppressed breathing crept up the telephone line and into my ears.
Su Yue's fingers tightened around the receiver, her knuckles turning bluish-white.
Explain clearly.
There are only three words.
On the other end of the phone, Huo Wenxuan seemed to have found a quiet corner. The wind around him had died down a bit, but his anxiety had only intensified.
"Old Master Qin was caught red-handed by those people, who said that his experiences abroad in his early years were problematic. In order to protect the old man, Qin Zheng voluntarily suspended his duties to accept the investigation and is now being held in Xishan. I can't even contact him."
West Mountain.
That was the location of a notorious "study class" in the capital. Getting in was easy, but getting out was difficult.
Su Yue stared at the calendar on the wall, the red "1971" particularly glaring.
Where's Lao Gu?
“That’s what I’m most worried about.” Huo Wenxuan paused, swallowed, and said, “Before Qin Zheng got into trouble, he had just had dinner with Lao Gu. Those people… that special task force, are now keeping an eye on Gu Beichen. They want to find a breakthrough through Lao Gu to solidify the Qin family’s charge of ‘forming cliques for personal gain’.”
哢哒.
Su Yue hung up the phone.
The room was eerily quiet.
Only the sound of the grandfather clock pendulum, striking the heart again and again.
The postman's voice came from outside the door: "Su Yue! There's a registered letter! From the capital!"
Su Yue suddenly stood up, her knee slamming against the corner of the table, causing a sharp pain. Without even rubbing it, she rushed out of the room.
The postman handed me a thick, heavy brown paper envelope.
The sender's name was written in strong, bold characters: Gu Beichen.
There was no specific unit designation, only a mailbox code.
Su Yue tore open the seal.
There was no letter paper inside, only a neatly folded copy of the People's Daily and a note tucked between the pages of the newspaper.
The note contained only two lines of writing, the handwriting was messy and the strokes revealed a sense of haste.
It's windy and chilly in Beijing, so please wear more clothes. Don't worry, I'm doing well.
Su Yue flipped through the note three times.
It's windy.
This is a warning.
A political storm has begun to brew in Beijing, and even he, a student studying at the National Defense University, feels the chill.
Su Yue unfolded the People's Daily.
The newspaper was dated three days ago. The front page headline was an editorial about "vigorously grasping class struggle," while in an inconspicuous corner in the lower right corner, a short news item was circled in red.
[Strictly investigate bourgeois liberalization tendencies in foreign trade to prevent sugar-coated bullets from corrupting the revolutionary ranks.]
Su Yue stared at the red circle, her heart suddenly clenching.
This is aimed at the blue ocean market.
Qin Zheng has fallen; Gu Beichen is next.
The best way to bring Gu Beichen down is through his wife, Su Yue, who is in business and deals with foreigners.
If Su Yue is found guilty of "colluding with the enemy" or "going capitalist," Gu Beichen, as a family member, will have his political future ruined.
"A clever plan."
Su Yue crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the stove.
The flames engulfed the paper, casting flickering light and shadow on her face.
Since we can't avoid it, let's fight.
...
At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.
A military green jeep screeched to a halt in front of the Gu family's courtyard.
Huo Wenxuan pushed open the car door and scrambled in, carrying a briefcase and covered in sweat.
"Su Yue! Something's happened!"
Huo Wenxuan shouted as soon as he entered, his voice hoarse, "The province just leaked the news that a 'disciplinary team' has been sent down to the factory tomorrow morning. The leader is that...that..."
He gritted his teeth, unable to utter the name for a long time.
“Zhao Dezhu?” Su Yue sat at the octagonal table, holding a teacup in her hand, without even lifting her eyelids.
Huo Wenxuan was stunned: "How did you know?"
"What a small world." Su Yue blew on the tea leaves floating on the water. "Back then, he wanted to amputate Lao Gu's leg at the hospital, but Lao Gu forced him to back down with a knife. Later, he was punished for misdiagnosis, but unexpectedly, he has now become an imperial envoy."
These kinds of petty people are the most vengeful.
With the imperial edict in hand, wouldn't he try to destroy Blue Ocean Chemical Factory?
"What should we do?" Huo Wenxuan paced anxiously around the room. "We just signed the contract with the French, and we haven't even had a chance to enjoy that million dollars yet. If they accuse us of 'colluding with foreign powers,' that's a capital offense!"
"What's the panic?"
Su Yue slammed the teacup down on the table.
The porcelain cup clattered against the marble tabletop.
"Bring me the ledger."
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