Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 80 How many guns does the financial tycoon have that can withstand the triple rebirth?

Tang Bingwen said so, but in fact it was impossible for Yang Gui and Wang Ai to wait here for fourteen working days.

We are all busy, so who has time to waste on such boring things?
If this is the case, the head of the Wang family should be happy. If Zi can follow He Songling, no matter whether it is good or bad for Wang Ai, as long as he can follow, he can also help Wang Ai grow.

If you don't believe me, look at Wang Ai's best friend, the hedgehog-headed Lu family. They have improved a lot recently. The head of the Lu family often sends urgent telegrams in the middle of the night just to show off his son to the head of the Wang family.

Unfortunately, neither He Songling nor Tang Bingwen would help Master Wang educate his stupid son.

"One for you, one for me, one for me, one for me, one for me, one for you..."

On the square of Tang Clan, He Songling was dividing the spoils with Tang Bingwen, including Wang Ai's ten times penalty for breach of contract, and some miscellaneous amounts that he was forced to pay in order to cancel the order.

Wang Ai really wanted to curse, "Is it really okay for you to divide my money in front of me like this?"
"Mr. He, what are you doing? Giving me two out of ten?" There was a murderous look in Tang Bingwen's one eye, which frightened Wang Ai so much that he trembled.

Looking at He Songling again, he seemed to be in a spring breeze, ignoring Tang Bingwen's sharp eyes. "Old gatekeeper, I am being polite, look, I have escorted this kid from a thousand miles away, how much is the travel fee alone? If you don't believe me, ask Young Master Wang, has he suffered a lot?"

He Songling turned his head and looked at Wang Ai: "Master Wang, tell me, are we having a hard time? Do you have to agree with me?"

When Wang Ai saw He Songling looking at him, he subconsciously shrank his neck and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, what Senior Brother He said is right."

"Oh, he is right and I am wrong? You cancelled the order with my Tang Sect, but paid the penalty to others. Then I should ask you again for the money I haven't received?" Tang Bingwen narrowed his one eye, and the murderous intent was like a nail, piercing into Wang Ai's heart.

How could a spoiled young master bear the murderous aura of the Tang Sect Master? The fat man's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back and fell to the ground. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He said with trembling lips: "The old sect master is right, all right."

"Oh, he's right. So you mean I'm wrong, right?" He Songling's eyes turned dangerous. He used his hand as a pen to draw a Dragon God in the air and stopped acting. "Do you want to try whether my Denglong Sword is sharp?"

"Hmph!" Tang Bingwen snorted coldly. Without using Dan Shi, Fatty Wang couldn't see it, and he might not even have heard of it. He took out a piece of hidden line, circled around, and cut off a white marble pillar in the square. "My Tang Sect's hidden line is not bad either!"

"No, brother, grandpa, ancestor, I am really wrong, I will give you the money, I will give you another one, no no no, ten, ten, please let me go!"

Tang Bingwen thought the time was almost right. If he continued to threaten the fat man, he would be so scared that he would shit on the ground and his own people would have to clean it up.

"Alright, give me ten copies, and give Mr. He ten copies, and then get out of here!"

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, old gatekeeper, for your mercy." Wang Ai thanked him profusely.

After taking the money and canceling the order, He Songling no longer had to face threats to his life, and the Tang Clan incident came to an end.

There was no book along the way, so Wang Ai carried it back to Wang's house, and He Songling turned around and left. After getting such a big benefit from the Wang family, of course he had to use it. The Wang family was located in Hubei and Anhui. Although it was not near the sea, it was close to the Yangtze River and was also a benefit of water transportation. The company should be able to do a lot in this area.

He Songling was delayed for nearly a month in Wang's home. The company, under the operation of several partners, had already started. Boss Zhao and John found his university mentor, contacted Alexander Fleming, and started research and development.

At that time, this great scientist who later won the Nobel Prize and ranked 100th in the " People Who Influenced the Course of Human History" was still an ordinary bacteriology researcher who was frustrated.

Although his current life is beyond the reach of many ordinary Europeans, he still feels that his ambitions are high but difficult to achieve. Hearing that someone in the far east had read his paper and praised it highly, he was grateful.

Many human emotions are common, regardless of race or culture. Fleming agreed to participate immediately after seeing He Songling's suggestions on penicillin separation and extraction, and the future prospects of antibiotics, and was completely convinced.

He exclaimed: "The great country in the far east may be the place closest to God!"

Fleming wanted to take a boat to the East to pay a visit to He Songling, but was stopped by John. John knew that isolating penicillin as soon as possible and putting it into production would be the greatest thanks to He Songling.

So the European side started in full swing. As the ancestors of antibiotics, their knowledge reserves and talents are among the best, but they were temporarily blinded by the shackles of the times.

He Songling's nonsense, which sounded like a story, was like the final blow to break the barrier in their ears. In an instant, Fleming and John's mentor and others felt that the future was bright, and the progress of successfully isolating the bacteria increased sharply. According to the news brought back by Boss Zhao, Fleming was confident that the separation could be completed within three years.

In fact, it took only three years from Chain's discovery of Fleming's paper to the successful isolation of penicillin, and another year before mass production was achieved. Although this was related to the advancement of theories and instruments at the time, it ultimately showed that this was not a difficult task.

Not only Europe, but also Dongshan received good news. He Songling didn't know how he could still contact the owner of the beer hall he met in the United States when he was studying. Anyway, the owner was already an old man and he didn't want to leave his business.

But it just so happened that he was the son of two stars in finance and politics and was preparing to sail to the Far East. After finishing his business, he could drop by the country.

A Wall Street tycoon who has even entered politics?

He Songling thought there was a way. Only this kind of person could possibly hold on to the profits of penicillin and later sulfonamide drugs.

As for whether they will snatch away the profits for themselves?

He Songling had a hobby. When he met an extraordinary person, he would ask him how many shells he could block. When he met an ordinary person, he would ask him whether the guns in their hands could stop the third level of Qihua.

Eight days later, Dongshan's home welcomed the son of the beer hall owner who had come from across the ocean.

(End of this chapter)