If the new drug can be sold at a price that meets his requirements, Meng Qian is very willing - his business is too big, although the rich country group will have income, but the medical aspect is a bottomless pit of burning money. As a new drug that brushes money, it also needs sufficient funds to develop.

He may also want to invest in artificial intelligence projects recently, but he has no money!

If he can get a billions of funds, it will undoubtedly make his next investment and development smooth.

He took a sip of his coffee and looked out at the ocean view. From the time I arrived in San Francisco to the present, more than half a month has passed, and the efficiency is okay, but the ambition is getting bigger and bigger. If they want to sell new drugs at a good price, the giants are obviously pinching him because he has no money and foundation to engage in phase III clinical trials.

If he proves that he can do the third phase of the drug - let Onyx Pharmaceuticals help him?

Thinking about it, the phone rang, picked it up and answered: "Hi." ”

Wang Manwen's voice came: "Where are you now?" ”

Meng Qian looked outside: "The café I often go to, you can see the dock." ”

"Okay, I'll pick you up later." There was excitement in her tone, which made him curious: "What good things have happened?" ”

"The new car is gone." She said.

Meng Qian gave her a budget of $250,000 to buy a new car last time, and the style and type were chosen by her, but she was mysteriously busy for many days, and he didn't even know the brand...... When she calls again, hurry downstairs.

"Really?" Meng Qian was a little surprised.

She drove a futuristic sports car with a crystal white body. At first glance, Meng Qian knew that it was a hybrid model launched by BMW this year: the i8. Except for the blue sky and white cloud logo, and the air intakes of the kidneys on the front face, there is no longer a shadow of BMW.

It was once unveiled as a concept car in "Mission Impossible 4", driven by Tom, with a sense of technology and futuristic performance, which completely amazed the audience, and when everyone speculated that it could only be a short-lived "concept car", the crazy Germans pushed it to mass production.

It's the i8 now.

The butterfly-like upturned door adds wings to science fiction, Meng Qian circled around it with interest, every angle is beautiful, and occasionally a few blue embellishments highlight the charm of new energy. With this shape, I'm afraid it won't go out of style for ten years.

"Try it?" Wang Manwen threw the key to him.

Meng Qian responded quickly to catch it, and even the car key was unique: it had a small touch screen on it, displaying electricity, fuel level, mileage, etc., with a strong sense of science and technology. Handful. Play around a few times and then bend down into the car, the interior adheres to the simplicity and elegance of futuristic elements.

Pull down the door and start it.

There is no high-pitched sound of a supercar, after all, it is only a three-cylinder engine, but driving it on the street, its return rate is predictable. Even a supercar doesn't necessarily steal the limelight. When Meng Qian drove it in pure electric mode, there was a ghostly silence.

"How far can an all-electric car go?" Meng Qian asked.

"Officially, it can run 37 kilometers." She said.

"This mileage can only be used in an emergency, and it is even more perfect when it is replaced with the company's battery." Meng Qian is even thinking about making it a pure electric scene.

Along a section of the mountain road in the northern part of the Bay Area, Meng Qian, as a driver, can drive such a sports car, if it is not for the feelings of the co-pilot lady, he can be more fierce.

Although the three-cylinder engine only produces 231 horsepower, the addition of an electric motor makes up for the weakness of power output, allowing it to accelerate to 100 km/h in 4.4 seconds.

"It's still a bit lacking in the middle." After Meng Qian's violent control, compared with the supercars he drove, they were all six or seven hundred horsepower at every turn, and their performance was too bad.

"It's not a positioning supercar." She said.

"That's right." He agreed, and then asked, "I remember San Francisco didn't have it in stock, how much did it cost?" ”

Wang Manwen said: "Not only San Francisco, but also the entire western region has no goods, this car was transferred from New York, the original price was 140,000 yuan, and the price was increased by 70,000 yuan." ”

"Markup Party!" Meng Qian was disdainful, he thought that the Chinese dealer's price increase was ruthless, but he didn't expect the United States to be even more ruthless, and directly asked for half the price of the car.

But she felt that it was worth it: "I have to order according to the normal way, and the order has been scheduled for a year and a half." If you want to enjoy it early, you need to pay for it. ”

"Makes sense." Meng Qian did not object.

She then proposed, "Shall we go to the supermarket and buy something now?" I remember there was a Walmart nearby, and the refrigerator was still empty. ”

"No problem."

Following the prompts of the HUD (head-up display) and finding the supermarket, Meng Qian noticed that there was a Tesla's Supercharger station in the parking lot, and two Teslas were charging. This coverage rate is not bad, but it is not clear whether the North American car companies have reached an agreement on the problem of unified charging ports.

Thinking that the problem fell behind Wang Manwen, he pushed a cart and followed her.

Glance at the shelves at will, the Bay Area has a developed economy and a high level of consumption, but the cost of living can be calculated in dollars. Once converted to . RMB, prices will be high. But the problem is that Americans are paid dollars in dollars, which is perfectly acceptable by that standard.

Meng Qian looked at the slowly increasing number of goods in the cart and asked, "Are you sure you can cook these dishes?" ”

Wang Manwen's movements stopped.

Meng Qian poked at her weakness: "That's right, right? ”

"I can learn!" She has a strong personality and will not admit defeat. But she's smart, buying more fruits and snacks, and selectively ignoring vegetables and meat.

Pushing the cart to check out, Meng Qian is learning the local culture, and pays attention to the details, the goods are separated from the price and tax, and the domestic goods already include taxes (tax in the price), while the United States is additional, such as 10 dollars for a pound of beef, and finally have to add taxes.

Then load these things into the car, the shortcomings of the i8 are revealed, it is behind the engine, the front is the electric motor, the storage space is very pitiful, a little more things may only be put in the back seat of the vehicle. Once again, the back seat of this car can only be used to load things and play with you.

……

Took a turn back to Bey Island.

Climbing up the hill along the winding road, there are a few dogs frolicking on the green grass by the roadside on the top of the mountain, and when they see a car approaching, their eyes sweep over and wagging their tails to follow.

"What a fat dog." Wang Manwen pointed to a pug dog covered in pleats outside the window, which was chasing the car excitedly, followed by a golden retriever.

"Hey." She waved through the window.

"Rudy, Bonnie!"

The dog owner barked a few times not far away, and these guys ran away when they heard the sound, Meng Qian's eyes swept and he was surprised: "Isn't that Erica Stone?" ”

Wang Manwen also looked at it and confirmed: "It's her." ”

They parked on the side of the road, and Erica picked up the big-eyed, ugly starling, and was also surprised by their appearance: "You also live here?" ”

"Yes, we just moved in." Meng Qian stepped forward and pointed in the direction of his home: "It's over there, I didn't expect to meet you." ”

"I live here too." Erica smiled.

"Hey." Wang Manwen beckoned to the pug, and it was very active.

Erica rubbed its fat body, in a good mood: "It's fate, it seems that we have a few more neighbors who can be named." ”

They chatted with each other for a while, and then a little brown-haired boy hurried towards her, shouting, "Mommy! Mom! ”

"Watch your step!" Erica reminded him.

"Daddy, daddy, he-" The little boy was out of breath and laughed, "Daddy lost our bet, and Lori is putting him on makeup." ”

"What?" Erica was surprised, "Really? ”

"yes, I promise." The little boy nodded vigorously and looked at the other side, a question written on his face.

"They're friends with Mom and Dad......" Erica didn't know their English names, "Mr. Meng and Ms. Wang. ”

"Hello, sir, madam." The little boy was about five or six years old and very polite.

"Hello." Meng Qian and Wang Manwen both greeted, and Wang Manwen bent down and asked, "Can you tell me your name?" ”

"Andrew, Andrew Stone." He said seriously.

"Hello, Andrew!" Wang Manwen stretched out his hand.

Andrew shook hands with her, looked at her mother again, and pulled her away with both hands: "Go and see, Dad looks too strange now." ”

"Oh my God!" Erica felt bad and hurriedly said to the two of them, "I need to go back to the endgame, and if we have time, we can get together again." ”