Liu Qingshan really has this idea when poaching. As Jiapigou and Liu Qingshan's own industries grow and grow, the talent gap becomes bigger and bigger.

However, Professor Zhong did not mean to accuse Liu Qingshan. If their students chose to stay, he and Professor Zhang would not stop them.

They even wanted to join Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory, especially Professor Zhong, who has retired and has been rehired to continue to use his remaining energy.

After the dividend conference ended, the guests were sent away, and Liu Qingshan had time to go to his elder brother-in-law.

When I entered the house, I saw three writers sitting there drinking tea and chatting. It seemed that they were having a very speculative conversation.

Among the three, writer Lu was the first, writer Gao Wenxue was the second, writer Yu is the most experienced.

When writer Yu heard that the works of the two had been published abroad and received considerable royalties, he was also envious.

When Liu Qingshan came in, the three of them were talking about this topic.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Brother Yu, if you have the chance in the future, you can also translate your works."

Later, he was alive and also won the French Knight Medal, so of course he had this qualification.

Yu Hua waved his hand a little embarrassedly: "I am still a little far from Brother Wang and Brother Gao now."

Liu Qingshan also sat down next to him: "Brother Yu, you have just entered the golden period of creation, and you are missing a masterpiece. Do you have any ideas recently?"

"I have an idea. I'll discuss it with Brother Wang and the others just now."

Writer Yu did not hide it, but just talked about his own ideas.

He wanted to write about a person who had experienced great times and had been living tenaciously. All the relatives in his life left him one by one, and in the end he was only an old cow.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but lit up his eyes: Isn't this the one that is alive?

It is about living, but it is about death farewell again and again, and it is about human beings' endurance in the face of hardships and the meaning of life.

So Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Several writers, I want to hear your opinions, why do people live?"

This question is almost rising to the level of philosophy, so the three writers are all in deep thought.

The writer Lu lit a cigarette, sucked it quietly, and said in a calm tone:

"When you think about it, everyone's life is also a world. Even the most ordinary person has to fight for the existence of his world. In this sense, in these ordinary worlds, no one is ordinary."

"I will live, and I will work like a cattle and give like a land."

In the curling smoke, writer Lu explained his understanding of life, and the other three people in the room couldn't help but feel respectful.

Even the most ordinary person has to fight for the existence of his world, and this is the meaning of living.

Gao Wenxue also rolled up a cigarette: "I think people should live for the faith in their hearts. Your faith can make your family and yourself live better, or to make society and country better."

"If you have faith, you won't live in vain."

The other three people nodded.

Finally, everyone's eyes looked at Master Yu, but he shook his head shyly:

"I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe I can start writing this book when I figure it out."

Lu writers and Gao writers were not disappointed because they were both experienced people and knew the importance of this to creation. They were a soul-like existence.

"Qingshan, what do you think?" Writer Lu suddenly threw the problem back.

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Writer Yu was a little surprised. In his opinion, this was something that the writer should think about, and as far as he knew, Liu Qingshan was just a businessman.

The businessman values ​​profit. Although Liu Qingshan does not have that kind of odor, writer Yu doesn't think that the other party has the qualifications.

Perhaps because he saw Writer Yu's expression, Writer Lu smiled slightly:

"Actually, the manuscript fees of these few of us can't keep up with the fraction of Qingshan's manuscript fees."

Writer Yu couldn't help but blink hard: "Mr. Liu, are you also a writer?"

If it were ordinary people, I wouldn't have asked so directly, but most writers have personality.

Of course, Liu Qingshan didn’t care: “I mainly cooperate with others, and most of them were published abroad.”

This time, Writer Yu was even more shocked: "I have also been exposed to a large number of works by foreign writers in the School of Literature, such as Walden Lake, a hundred years of loneliness, etc. By the way, there is a recent fantasy journey of Sheep's Boys, which is worth reading."

Liu Qingshan's mouth curled up slightly: "When I published books in foreign countries, I used the name Mountain."

As soon as he whispered, Writer Yu stood up suddenly. He stood a little confused. He touched the table and the tea in the tea bowl was swaying:

"You, you are Mount?!"

There was a strange light flashing in the eyes of Writer Yu.

He finally understood now: the four people here are indeed the weakest.

A sense of powerlessness surged into the hearts of writer Yu, but it was soon replaced by a strong unwillingness. The unyielding spirit in his bones was completely aroused.

Liu Qingshan took the rag, wiped the table, and said while wiping: "I think that being alive is an instinct."

"It's like a small grass, a big tree, a butterfly, and a tiger. Survival is an instinct."

With a bang, Writer Yu smashed his fist hard. He instantly found inspiration and shouted excitedly:

"Yes, man lives for living itself, not for anything other than living."

He tossed and said several times, then he suddenly grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand:

"Thank you, thank you, I've captured the soul of this work in one go!"

Gao Wenxue next to him looked at this familiar scene with a smile because he had a personal feeling: Qingshan is such a person who can enter his soul.

After being excited, Writer Yu sat down again, and the excitement and excitement on his face were still difficult to calm down:

"Maybe I am not qualified to receive the Jiapigou Literature Award yet, but please believe me. When my new work is released, I will definitely be qualified."

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded, of course he believed it.

The next day is the Little New Year, and of course I eat dumplings in the morning.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan rushed to the pharmaceutical factory early because trial production will be carried out today.

Everyone was also paying attention to this research, and the results were hustle and a large group of people went to.

When I arrived at Jiapigou Pharmaceutical Factory, I was eating dumplings there.

The main reason is that there are many people eating dumplings and few people making dumplings. Professor Zhong and others are all getting started.

Those foreigners also like dumplings very much, they are really the kind that can be covered with a curtain.

"Liu, did you eat it?"

Foreigners also followed the customs and greeted Liu Qingshan in such a very Chinese-style language.

"Liu, try one, it's very refreshing to make a dish filling."

Mason's ears were wrapped in white gauze and skillfully picked up a sauerkraut dumpling with chopsticks.

After everyone finished eating, they changed into work clothes and then went to the workshop.

The raw materials have been shipped, and twenty kilograms of dried yew seeds are quietly placed in a large glass jar.

At this critical moment, everyone couldn't help but feel nervous, and Kevin said:

"Paclitaxel is the most abundant in the bark of yew. If you use North American yew, about 13.6 kg of bark can you extract 1 gram of paclitaxel."

"I wonder how much paclitaxel content can be in the yew seeds here?"

This is also the most concerned issue for everyone, and no one is sure of it.

This is why paclitaxel is precious because the yield is too low and the bark of yew is relatively thin. How much bark can a tree produce?

To treat a patient, several yew barks are needed, which are sparse and grow slowly.

Cutting down trees, peeling and refining yew will be criticized by environmentalists.

The superposition of various reasons has led to the preciousness of paclitaxel.

"Start, hope we can create miracles."

Liu Qingshan waved his hand. He was very confident in the local yew, because it was proven later.

These technicians began to perform their own duties. As the equipment was turned on, a humming sound broke out in the workshop.

The laymen who came to visit all looked solemn, because they also knew the importance of this experiment.

Refining paclitaxel is a very complicated process because the structure of paclitaxel is a tricyclic diterpene compound, and its structure is very complex.

Some scientists also want to synthesize artificially and can indeed survive a few years later.

However, the reagents and materials needed are expensive and cannot achieve large-scale mass production at all.

Later, a semi-synthetic was developed, using a fir tree similar to yew to synthesize paclitaxel. The process was also relatively complicated, so the price of paclitaxel did not drop much.

The waiting process was a little boring. The fourth brother suggested that he lead the singers to the big show in the countryside.

This idea was immediately welcomed, so they all covered themselves tightly and followed the fourth and fifth brothers excitedly.

"Little stool, don't go, I have something to ask you for trouble." Liu Qingshan shouted.

Xiao Tang likes to join in the fun the most, so he immediately started pouting, and then he heard Liu Qingshan continue to say, "I found you a suitable song."
To be continued...