Chapter 175 Looking for Mr. Zhang

Chapter 175 Looking for Mr. Zhang

At that time, there were very few Western medicines. Apart from the large-scale use of aspirin, other common medicines in later generations had not yet appeared.

Sulfonamide was first discovered last year, in 1933, and was not used until 1935. At that time, it should have been called Prontosil, but it is not available now.

As for penicillin, it did not appear until 1943. Although people have a certain understanding of penicillin now, it has not been put into use at all. It was not until it entered the United States in 1943 that large-scale production began.

Until the end of World War II, penicillin production was very small. Even then, one ton of penicillin was worth 600 tons of gold. You can imagine how much profit there was.

The most common medicine in western pharmacies, besides quinine, is aspirin, which is now a panacea.

It doesn't matter. We can completely launch sulfa and penicillin and change the name. At worst, we can just call it golden element.

"Your name is Zi Qiang, right?"

"Yes, boss."

"Well, you can just call me Mr. Zhang from now on. We are a foreign company, so it's better to call me Mr. Zhang."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

"Zi Qiang, which school did you graduate from?"

"Mr. Zhang, I graduated from junior high school."

"Well, you have a high level of education. How did James Bond decide your salary?"

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. James Bond has set my salary at 5 dollars a month."

Don't underestimate 5 dollars a month, it's a relatively high salary.

One dollar can buy 20 kilograms of refined rice in Shanghai, seven or eight kilograms of pork in Shanghai, and a meal of mutton hotpot in Beijing. You can imagine the purchasing power of the dollar now.

"Work hard, and I'll try to give you a raise next month."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang."

Zi Qiang had just found a high-paying job, but within a few days he changed his employer, which made him quite worried. Today, he saw that the new employer was easy to deal with, so he finally felt relieved.

Zhang Dongliang only runs this pharmacy as a cover, and he doesn't consider it as his main business. It's so tiring to be the main business. Once you go too far, so many powerful countries will be waiting to eat meat.

Without the strong national power to protect it, this kind of high-tech and highly profitable industry would not be able to succeed.

Besides, this should be a virtual world. I can spend some time here peacefully and return after completing the mission. It's too early to think about these things now. I'll just take it one step at a time.

After being sent out from the bed, Zhang Dongliang felt a little upset and had a very negative attitude.

Although it was the 30s, as the largest city in the Far East, the public supporting facilities in the core area of ​​Shanghai were relatively complete. Water supply, drainage, toilets and other necessary functions were basically available. Zhang Dongliang was very satisfied with this, at least he didn't have to look for toilets everywhere.

As for cooking for himself, he had no intention of doing so at all, as there was plenty of food in the small world.

After his clerk Zi Qiang got off work, Zhang Dongliang returned to the second floor and put out a pile of furniture.

The furniture he got from his cheap father-in-law was of too high a grade, so he was reluctant to take it out, so he took out the furniture that was left over from when he bought the courtyard house in Fuxiang Hutong.

Take out a few pieces and put them on the second floor. They are enough for meeting guests or for your own use.

The next morning when Zhang Dongliang went downstairs, his clerk Zi Qiang had already put on his white coat and was working in the store in an official manner.

Seeing his boss coming downstairs, Zi Qiang quickly greeted him: "Good morning, Mr. Zhang."

"Morning for you too."

Zhang Dongliang was very satisfied. He told Zi Qiang to stay in the store and then he strolled out.

In less than half a day, Zhang Dongliang returned. There was really nothing to see in Shanghai in the 30s, and everything was in tatters.

The so-called "Ten Miles of Foreign Lands" on the Bund was just like that to him who had come here in the future. The key point was that seeing the foreigners all over the street acting arrogantly made him feel angry and he no longer had the mood to go shopping.

I went back to my place to play games out of boredom. I just arrived, so I have plenty of time anyway, so I am not in a hurry. Shanghai, night Shanghai, night is the best time to go to Shanghai, I won't go out during the day.

Feng Mansion.

"Ms. Feng, there's a call for you." The servant came over and called Feng Chengcheng to answer the phone.

Feng Chengcheng picked up the phone nonchalantly: "Hello, who is this?"

Wang Yueqi's chattering voice came from the microphone: "Cheng Cheng, I heard that you were stabbed at the station yesterday, are you okay?"

"Oh, your telescope is really nonsense. What do you mean I was assassinated? I was just unlucky and implicated, okay?"

"I heard that it was Mr. Zhang, whom I met in the car, who saved you, right?"

"Yes, thank goodness Mr. Zhang saved me yesterday."

"Cheng Cheng~~You said yesterday that you would treat me to a meal, how about you treat me to a meal today and I'll help you calm down, okay?"

"Hey Wang Yueqi, you should treat me to a meal to calm me down, why do you treat me to a meal and you treat me to calm me down?"

"Isn't it the same thing? Aren't we good friends?"

"Good friend? You always take advantage of me." Feng Chengcheng said dissatisfiedly.

"No, I'm going to see Mr. Zhang today."

"Ah, you want to go find Mr. Zhang? Do you know where Mr. Zhang lives?"

"I don't know. Yesterday he just said that he and an Englishman opened a pharmacy in the British Concession. I don't know where he lives."

"Then Cheng Cheng~~How about I accompany you to find Mr. Zhang, okay?"

Feng Chengcheng thought for a moment and said, "Okay, if you have time to come over, we can go out together and find out where Mr. Zhang lives."

"Okay, okay, then you wait for me at home, I'll be there in a moment."

Wang Yueqi had made up her mind to have a free meal with her good friend today. As soon as she heard Feng Chengcheng agreed, she rushed over immediately, fearing that she would go back on her word.

Feng Chengcheng put down the phone and prepared to go upstairs to clean up. Just when she was halfway up the stairs, the phone rang again.

The maid picked up the phone and called Feng Chengcheng again: "Ms. Feng, I'm still looking for your number."

"Who is it again?" Feng Chengcheng returned helplessly to answer the phone.

"Hello, is it you again? Wang Yueqi."

"No, Cheng Cheng, I'm Chen Hanlin."

When Feng Chengcheng heard Chen Hanlin's voice, his face turned a little cold: "Oh, it's Hanlin, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, Cheng Cheng, this is what happened. Didn't Mr. Zhang rescue us yesterday? My father asked me to ask you where Mr. Zhang lives. He wants to visit him to express his gratitude."

"How should I know where Mr. Zhang lives? He didn't tell me."

"He saved you. Didn't you ask him where he lived?"

"No, he said he just arrived and only told me where he worked."

"Then let's go look for Mr. Zhang together, okay?"

Feng Chengcheng showed impatience on her face: "Not today, I have an appointment with Wang Yueqi."

Chen Hanlin didn't hear the impatience in Feng Chengcheng's words: "Well, okay, I'll take some time to treat you and Wang Yueqi to a meal together, just to calm you down."

"Okay, let's talk about it in a few days. We can all stay at home and rest for a few days."