Chapter 1232 - 1234
Zhao Gang listened as his son explained the situation he had uncovered over the past few days, along with the news from Wu Hui Zhong.
Zhao Gang was furious, "Really, a bunch of stubborn people."
They had already refused their request to visit, yet they still wouldn’t give up and were trying to complete this task from another angle.
The minds of these people were hard to fathom, always thinking about taking things that didn’t belong to them.
"This is robbery," Zhuge Zhi said angrily.
Wan Dajun was equally exasperated, "The important thing is that some people can’t even see this; it seems necessary to have the relevant departments legislate."
"How could the things painstakingly researched by our ancestors be so easily taken away by some thieves and robbers?"
Zhuge Zhi wholeheartedly agreed with this proposal, "Speaking of the benefits of the plaster factory’s products, at the very least, from a profit perspective, it has not only supported a large number of workers but also provided jobs where state-owned enterprises couldn’t, thus helping to ease the national burden."
"And with so many taxes paid every year, isn’t that helping to increase the country’s revenue?"
"If more factories like Shiyu Hall existed, there wouldn’t be so many unemployed people, and not so many people would be drifting around society."
Gong Ruini watched the two elders passionately, stunned, as she had never seen them so agitated.
Gong Ruwen looked at the confused Gong Ruini and nudged his sister, "How come you, studying law, haven’t thought of so much?"
Hadn’t thought of it? Gong Ruini was equally helpless, "If it’s not your own thing, who would cherish it?"
"Whether it’s done well or not, it’s the same pay."
"Moreover, it’s under the direction of the higher-ups; what do you think can be done?"
"We are vigilant in various ways because we know that once this thing leaks, we won’t make money, so of course, we pay close attention."
Gong Ruini spoke quite frankly.
Zhuge Zhi and Wan Dajun wanted to say that not everyone only thinks about profit, but recalling the current trend, the two fell silent.
"The higher-ups don’t take this seriously, and the people below think that it doesn’t matter if this thing leaks, so what if there is legislation?"
"Unless they see how much benefit and advantage they can gain from not leaking the stuff, they won’t care about it."
Zhao Xuran said it like that, but he really didn’t think the matter was that easily resolved.
Wan Qiweng had been listening on the side and really wanted to say her grandpa was overthinking it, "It’s not something that can change just because we want it to."
"Too many people have their own thoughts, maybe even blocking some people’s way to prosperity." Wan Qiweng really didn’t want her grandpa to propose such a bill.
This kind of thing has happened countless times, it’s impossible that no one notices.
But has anyone raised opinions or measures for this matter?
Nothing from anyone, and since that’s the case, why stick your neck out? They were already subjects of envy and resentment from so many people.
Wan Dajun and Zhuge Zhi sighed as they saw the younger generation below them not unanimously agreeing.
"Well, it’s all fate," Zhuge Zhi and the others could only give up helplessly.
In recent years, the family’s development had been smooth sailing, making many people green with envy, and underhanded tricks were employed left and right.
If they stepped out this time, who knows how many would accuse them of lacking the demeanor of a big country.
"Just be careful yourself," Zhuge Zhi suddenly thought of a possibility, that there might be people instigating behind the scenes in this matter.
"Some people, even if they have a good relationship with you, you still need to be cautious." Sometimes, a familiar face could really sting you, and Zhuge Zhi could only hope to avoid being taken in.
Zhao Xuran nodded, acknowledging it was indeed an issue, but resolving it was a significant challenge.
Zhuge Zisu thought long and hard, having actually concocted an idea long ago, but in this setting, it seemed there was no place for a child like him to speak, yet he felt that if he didn’t speak now, he might not get the chance.
"I think we can set up a medicinal powder processing factory."
"We can then proportionally invest in it," Zhuge Zisu explained his idea.
"Ideally, it should be mechanized," Zhuge Zisu, after pondering for a half-day, felt that mechanization was the better way.
Of course, such equipment could probably only be found in the United States; he wondered if his second brother could manage it.
"Mechanization, I think it’s feasible."
"Anyway, most of the medicated plaster uses this formula, I just need to cover up the key parts." Zhan Jing was also aggrieved.
The effort that Dad originally put into preserving this formula, how could it now be easily taken away by unrelated people?
The ones who took it even hoped to profit from it. "One day, we have to expand and strengthen this formula."
"Yes, we must expand and strengthen it, we must market this plaster abroad," Zhao Gang shouted, "Hmph, since they’re eyeing our formula in all sorts of ways, let’s show them that some formulas aren’t gone just because they want them."
"We should market the plaster, then watch them regret right to their core."
If they keep watching, then let them watch, so they understand that some things can’t be taken just because they want them.
Strength, this is how it should be; Gong Ruini knew well enough the immense market for this plaster, as some things couldn’t be solved by Western medicine, but plaster could, and without the pain of ingestion.
"You two should keep working hard; the formula you came up with last time was really good; the market response was positive." Zhao Xuran nodded at both his younger brothers regarding that formula.
At such a young age, always studying this, they had even managed to develop something. On this point, Zhao Xuran was quite pleased.
It’s just that what he was feeling a bit of a headache about was, "If only you could devote some energy to your studies."
Once, their grades were all good, so how had it deteriorated like this? After all, they weren’t a couple of dumbheads.
Here we go again. Zisu and Ban Xia were equally helpless; they exchanged glances, knowing well enough that their interests didn’t lie elsewhere.
"If we don’t get into Jing University, we’ll just attend the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"We’ve studied it; with our current level, getting into the University of TCM is really not difficult." Sigh, born in a family full of top students, the pressure was immense.
While others might get praised for scoring eighty points, for them it was always comments about having room for improvement.
The University of Traditional Chinese Medicine? Spitting blood; their standards were really not low. Zhao Xuran knew his two younger brothers were just aiming for admission into this university and discipline.
"Sometimes, going out and seeing more is good for you both." In the past, he always thought it was nice that his two brothers focused on research at home, as it suited their ambition.
But now, it seemed these two kids were going down a wrong path and needed to get out for a bit more exposure.
There were so many traditional Chinese medicine families; couldn’t they exchange ideas with them?
Even if some families had declined, surely they retained some heritage?
By staying long-term in Beijing, everyone was always full of praise for them.
Besides their genuine talent, it also had to do with some younger family members’ reluctance towards traditional Chinese medicine professions.
Sometimes going out more, discussing with others, not only could you learn new things, but maybe even strike them down a peg or two.
Otherwise, always with an "I am the best" attitude, how would there be progress?
We must not waste their potential, Zhao Xuran worried.