Chapter 60

Men, scientifically known as men, belong to the phylum Chordata, subphylum Vertebrata, class Mammalia, subclass Eutheria, order Primates, suborder Haplorhini, family Hominidae, genus Homo, species Homo sapiens, and specifically, adult males.

In addition to this long list of animal attributes, men in human society often have a colloquial name, being referred to by the other half of humanity as "lower-body animals."

Of course, in fact, the Chinese have long had an ancient saying to describe the behavior of such men, which means: living for * , dying for * , and striving for * all their lives. Suffering from * and being deceived by * , they ultimately die because of * .

Cough, perhaps this is a bit crude, but it cannot be denied that men have always been guided by their smaller heads in this aspect.

Especially for a man with great passion and a successful career, the temptation to regain his vigor is simply too strong. Therefore, even if it is a product with no name, no address, and no quality assurance, as long as it has the function of rejuvenation, there will be people who will try it—after all, the efforts men have made in this area often seem much more serious than just taking a mysterious product.

For example, eating or applying the tails of certain lizards, cough, well, let's end this topic here.

In short, for Rudolph, the president of Grumman's Asia-Pacific region, it had really, really, really been a long time since he had experienced such a boost in confidence.

When he reappeared the next day at the Waldorf Astoria New York, in the meeting room specifically rented for negotiations with the Chinese, his steps seemed to be two hundred kilograms lighter.

All the Grumman employees responsible for the negotiations, who had been assigned to the task, not only did not find it strange, but their faces showed a look of understanding.

"Debbie! Debbie!" Today, Rudolph's voice was full of energy. His beautiful blonde secretary ran to push open the door of his office, only to see her boss unbuttoning his shirt...

After a full half hour, Rudolph, looking refreshed, reappeared in the Grumman employees' office area and called over his assistant, instructing, "Alright, I can't wait to negotiate with the Chinese. Let's invite those magical Chinese over and get this damn negotiation done!"

"Wow, the boss is right, let's quickly bring over these 'magical' Chinese!"

The office area immediately erupted in a chorus of cheers.

At the small inn where the Chinese delegation was staying, Lin Qianjun finished the breakfast provided by the inn and returned to his room, feeling somewhat uneasy. He even asked a member of the delegation for a cigarette, lit it, and stood by the door without taking a single puff.

"Comrade Hu, is your medicine really going to be okay?" Lin Qianjun grabbed Hu Wenhai, who had just returned from morning exercise, and dragged him into his room.

"Director Lin, rest assured." Hu Wenhai was taken aback for a moment, then confidently smiled, "Sildenafil, although not 100% safe, has side effects that are within acceptable limits, and fatal cases are extremely rare. As long as the heart function is normal, one pill won't cause any burden to the body."

"But what if one of the Grumman people has a poor health condition and something goes wrong? The entire plan to introduce the F-14 could be canceled, and it could cause a serious diplomatic incident..."

"I observed them when I distributed the medicine yesterday. The Grumman people may not be in the best health, but at most they lack exercise; their basic physical condition is still good."

Hu Wenhai was not particularly worried. Although in his previous life, he often heard that the blue pill could be burdensome to the body, he had never seen any country's pharmaceutical regulatory agency withdraw it from the market, which was enough to prove the issue.

After all, the blue pill is something that will be sold over-the-counter in pharmacies in the future. If it had a high probability of serious side effects, Pfizer wouldn't have a market value of over 200 billion.

While Lin Qianjun and Hu Wenhai were talking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from the stairs outside the door, and the door to Lin Qianjun's room was pushed open.

"Director Lin, Director Lin!" Zhang Tianqiao pushed open the door, out of breath, and shouted, "Grumman has sent people over, saying they want to start today's negotiations right away!"

Lin Qianjun couldn't help but look at Hu Wenhai. Could that blue pill really have such a powerful effect?

When the Chinese delegation arrived at the Waldorf Astoria New York that day, they clearly felt a different atmosphere. The Americans, who had been high and mighty in the past, were now actively trying to get close to the Chinese.

"Kongfu, kongfu!" An American negotiator, waving his hands and feet, pulled Hu Wenhai over with wide eyes and asked, "Aphrodisiac?"

"No, no, no, this is science and technology!"

"Hey, hey, magical Chinese, do you have more of that medicine from yesterday? I'll pay for it, any price!"

"Oh, Chinese, how much of that medicine do you have? I'll buy it all, just name your price!"

"No, why should you get it all? I want some too!"

"Damn, I said I wanted to buy it first, you all get in line!"

"You too, what's so great about running fast? I'll pay you double!"

...

Not only Hu Wenhai, but the entire Chinese delegation was stunned. How could the Americans seem so crazy after just one day? This is a negotiation involving tens of millions of dollars worth of fighter jets, are you sure this is okay?

Is it okay? Just look at how Rudolph, the head of the American side, was already shouting in the crowd.

"Alright, alright, if you all want to get this pill, it's best if we sit down and discuss it, don't you think?"

Despite the chaos, the situation immediately calmed down when Hu Wenhai said just one sentence. The previous cacophony of a market turned into everyone sitting in their seats, all looking at Hu Wenhai.

"Then, shall we start today's negotiations?"

Lin Qianjun looked at Rudolph, who was sitting in the main seat opposite, with a puzzled expression. The man must have been very enthusiastic just now, as his shirt and tie were still a bit disheveled.

Rudolph, however, shook his head and said boldly, "Oh, oh, I think we should talk about that magical blue pill first. By the way, our work starts at ten in the morning, and it's not time yet, so we can't start the negotiation process."

"O... okay." Lin Qianjun was completely defeated by these Americans. In such a serious negotiation setting, to talk so shamelessly, this must also be an important business skill.

"Then let me introduce the blue pill we distributed to you yesterday." As Hu Wenhai spoke, he produced a stack of documents, not pills, and handed them to the Grumman people.

This disappointed the Grumman negotiators, but they still curiously opened the documents in their hands.

"This blue pill, its active ingredient is a type 5 phosphodiesterase inhibitor, scientifically known as sildenafil citrate. It was originally developed as a treatment for angina. However, during clinical trials, it was found to have a very good effect on male erectile function, significantly improving the treatment of ED and enhancing sexual quality of life."

"The documents in your hands include a clinical response report from the top biochemical laboratory in the United States, Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory, and the Paris Convention registration document for the sildenafil patent."

As Hu Wenhai spoke, the office was filled with the sound of pages being flipped.

Then, one of the Grumman negotiators raised his hand in confusion and asked, "Why is there no description of the drug's effect on... male sexual function in the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory report?"

"Yes, Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory concealed this description." Hu Wenhai nodded and paused, then continued, "Because Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory offered me ten million dollars to buy the patent. After I refused, they are now preparing to use a long-term lawsuit to force me to give up my rights."

"Oh—"

The people present were all business elites, and they immediately understood the intentions of Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory.

"But, isn't Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory a non-profit research institution? Why would they..."

"You fool, non-profit doesn't mean they don't want money. Even if they don't produce it themselves, they can authorize or collaborate with others to produce it, and still make a lot of money. Non-profit institutions also need to spend money on experiments, isn't extra income good?"

"Yes, non-profit is just a label, have you ever seen someone who doesn't want to make money?"

"Uh—"

...

The discussions among the people below did not distract Rudolph. Instead, he was the most serious person in the meeting room, flipping through the documents. Intuitively, he felt this was a breakthrough, and whether Grumman could enter the Chinese market might depend on this document.

"Mr. Rudolph, I believe you have a direct understanding of the effects of this drug." Hu Wenhai stared into Rudolph's eyes. The old man was now completely in business negotiation mode, and his face showed no emotion: "If Grumman can resolve the issue with Cold Spring Harbor, we can consider prioritizing the transfer of this drug's patent to Grumman's affiliated companies."