Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 494 - 309: Bigger, Stronger, and Toward Greater Glory!

Chapter 494: Chapter 309: Bigger, Stronger, and Toward Greater Glory!

Qi Yun listened to the speeches of the two men, thought carefully for a while, and found that Cao Yufei’s concerns were not without reason.

Even though he currently held more than two hundred million in cash, if he really started up, he wouldn’t last long, even with other industries bleeding into it. Most likely, he wouldn’t match the burn rate of pharmaceutical research and development.

The main issue is the long cycle.

"We’re a bit thin on resources now, let’s not take too big steps. Let’s focus first on doing well with health supplements. If the results are good later, we can consider advancing with pharmaceutical products."

"Additionally..." Qi Yun turned to Pang Zefeng, "I hope you can improve this formula. The effects shouldn’t be too exaggerated. It would be best to divide it into multiple versions, gradually enhancing the effects, and launching them in batches."

Pang Zefeng nodded, although his proposal was not adopted, he still showed no trace of displeasure.

"President Qi, your method is good. Improving in versions not only controls effects but also enables market segmentation."

"I can start with the core ingredient concentration and auxiliary material ratio, designing three versions first."

Qi Yun nodded slightly: "Yes, for specific development matters, discuss with Old Cao. If you need experts in this area, hire them!"

"Also, I’ve already arranged for equipment to be shipped back from Frankfurt, it should arrive in the next two days. First, get the samples ready, then we’ll go to the production line!"

"In short, whatever you need, I’ll provide. Let’s strive to become bigger and stronger this time! Achieve greatness again!"

"Once the health supplements succeed, I’ll open a pharmaceutical factory! Then you will be the research and development director!"

Pang Zefeng was stirred by Qi Yun’s two statements, immediately showing a determined loyalty: "Rest assured! I will never disappoint you!"

...

Eight o’clock in the evening, at the guesthouse.

In a banquet hall exceeding five hundred square meters, accommodating three hundred people, cheerful Middle Eastern tunes were playing.

After a series of grand welcoming ceremonies, it finally entered the opening stage.

The reporters left one after another, and the atmosphere on site eased a bit.

Salaman, as the protagonist of today’s event, was approached by numerous dignitaries for toasts and conversation. But considering religious taboos, although everyone held wine glasses, they were filled with grape juice.

Standing beside the main table, Salaman maintained a gentle smile facing those who approached for conversation. He had just finished speaking with external department executives when Old Zhou and Old He approached together.

"Prime Minister, are you satisfied with the arrangements tonight?"

Salaman raised his glass and clinked it with the other: "Very satisfied, thank you for your warm hospitality."

After a few polite exchanges, Old He tentatively opened his mouth: "Prime Minister, regarding your proposed procurement of photovoltaic equipment and demand for local factory construction, we have prepared two sets of plans locally. I’d like to discuss them briefly tonight, would you have time later?"

"Oh, I’m sorry, I have to meet a friend later. Regarding project cooperation, Mr. He can communicate directly with our delegation, who will report the results to me," Salaman replied with a hint of apology.

Old He’s face flashed a trace of embarrassment, but soon he masked it with a hearty smile: "It was thoughtless of us not to anticipate your schedule."

Salaman nodded at him, without further explanation.

The energy project was just the surface reason for their delegation’s visit to Huaxia, even if the talks succeeded, the amount wouldn’t be large. What he truly cared about was the "Eye of God" project he personally promoted.

The banquet proceeded for another ten minutes. Seeing most greetings were done, Salaman checked the time, greeted the Foreign Minister of the Oil Country, then left early.

Old He, noticing the other’s departing figure, frowned slightly, then called the newly appointed secretary and instructed quietly: "Find out who he’s meeting."

The secretary hesitated momentarily but nodded, quickly heading towards the door.

...

The guesthouse, as a place for official receptions of important guests, is not open to the public.

Thus, the guards are very strict, with local security forces and special services personnel from the Oil Country on alert.

Across the street, a black BMW 5 series slowly parked by the roadside, sitting in the rear seat, Qi Yun lowered the window, glanced at the entrance, then took out his phone to send a message to Salaman.

Actually, as long as he presented his credentials, he could enter this place. But he felt it was unnecessary, it was not for official business, being too ostentatious wouldn’t be good.

After about four or five minutes, a staff member from the Oil Country came running to the car, respectfully said to Qi Yun: "Mr. Qi, the Prime Minister asked me to greet you. I’ve explained to the guards, you can drive directly in."

Qi Yun nodded to him: "Thank you, let’s go."

Chen Wei started the car, slowly drove into the guesthouse’s courtyard, and under the staff’s guidance, stopped in front of an independent small building.

The location is a hundred meters from the main building where the banquet hall is, surrounded by tall poplar trees.

The staff member who navigated hurriedly stepped forward to open the rear car door, bending over: "Mr. Qi, the Prime Minister is waiting for you in the reception room on the second floor, please follow me."

Qi Yun asked Chen Wei to wait downstairs and followed the staff inside.

Arriving at the reception room door, the staff gently knocked: "Prime Minister, Mr. Qi is here."

Salaman’s voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Opening the door, the reception room was brightly lit, Salaman stood up from the sofa, and came forward to welcome Qi Yun.

"Qi Yun, long time no see, you seem to look younger."

Qi Yun reached out to shake hands, politely smiled: "You look more vigorous than the last time we met."

"Really? Perhaps because Paris Saint-Germain just won the Champions League! Hahaha!" Salaman joked, pulling Qi Yun toward the sofa, "Let me tell you a secret, someone actually holds shares in this team on my behalf, made me a hefty profit!"

Qi Yun followed him to the sofa and sat down, heard the comment, smiled and nodded: "Congratulations to Mr. Salaman, you truly have a discerning eye."

Though he said this, Qi Yun secretly thought to himself, you’re not just any prime minister, future leader of the Oil Country, always not focusing on teams but researching various antiques...

Salaman was complimented as having a "discerning eye," making him even more pleased: "Actually, it’s not about discernment, I just value the influence of the football industry, it can help the Oil Country enhance its international image, much more useful than mere donations for diplomacy."

After chatting idly for a few moments, they finally started addressing the main topic.

"You know the United States has mighty surveillance methods, some things I can only tell you in person," Salaman’s smile significantly faded when he said this.

"To be frank, in certain fields, our country relies heavily on U.S. technology, which means many of our actions cannot be implemented according to our own wishes."

"This includes military equipment, 80% of our arms come from the United States, and these weapons use their navigation and positioning technology."

"This means, if our actions don’t gain their approval, our weaponry will become scrap iron!"

"Mate! Can you understand that feeling!?"