At the end of October, John was busy again.

He was bound to attend the annual meeting of German physicians in early November, because he had already decided that once the issue of Heinz's stake in the pharmaceutical company was resolved, he would not come to Europe for a long time, so it was necessary to make an appearance at such a heavyweight meeting at the end, to give a few clear ways to "guide" the confused at the end of the 19th century, and to brush up his prestige by the way. So when John was invited to give a presentation, he began to think about what he was going to talk about at the conference.

This time, John wasn't going to fry cold rice.

Whether it's the aseptic technique, evolving techniques like local anesthesia and appendectomy, or the latest hits like surgical debridement, blood transfusions, etc., John doesn't want to say anything more. Although these theories and techniques are far from perfect, with the solid foundation laid by John, it is natural that countless physicians will continue to study them. And for him, there are more areas that have just begun or have not yet begun to be explored......

"Think about it, how many fields have started in the last few years?"

Half-reclining in his large comfortable chair, John combed through his memories. Although he has a belly full of medical knowledge, he knows relatively little about medical poetry, and can only sift through the introduction of each textbook and some articles he sees by chance, which is not easy.

But just as John was racking his brains to ponder, a strange aroma suddenly wafted in.

"Hmm......"

The brain hadn't reacted yet, but the nose had already flickered unconsciously, and then his eyes lit up and said, "Anna, who got the coffee?" ”

"Of course it's me!"

With a smug smile full of pride, Anna gently placed the cup in front of John.

"Ah......h

Eagerly taking a sip from his cup, John sighed contentedly. John treated the food of the Germans as he did with the rest of Europe and the Americans, with only contempt and helplessness. Even the French and Italian cuisine that was later blown into the sky by the Caucasian people was always nothing more than life-sustaining things in his mouth. This is not John's hypocrisy, it is really a matter of living habits, just as it is difficult for Westerners to accept Chinese food, and he can't accept their food. But the only thing he likes like like is the coffee made by Mrs. Huntelaar herself!

This is what Anna is most proud of.

Ever since the Chinese chef arrived at Huntelaar's house, John seemed to have grown fond of Oriental food, which he had only eaten once or twice a week, and in the past two years he had grown to the point where he had to eat almost every day, leaving Anna puzzled and a little uneasy. After all, it is the duty of a good wife to be in charge of her husband's diet, but in John, Anna does not see the slightest possibility. So when she found out that John really liked the coffee she grinded with her own hands, she could imagine this feeling......

But today is not the time to get carried away, Anna waited for John to finish a small cup of coffee, and immediately whispered: "John, my father is here, saying that he is looking for you!" ”

"Oh? Okay, I'll go down right away! ”

With a slight movement in his heart, John was a little reluctant to put down the cup in his hand, and then stood up.

Recently, Mr. Unist has been busy with the affairs of Huntelaar Pharmaceutical Company, and today he suddenly came to himself, I am afraid that the negotiations with Bayer and BASF have finally come to fruition!

"And they agreed!"

When he saw John say the first sentence, Brister's mood was obviously very excited, and he even waved his hands to strengthen his tone, and his eyes were always shining with excitement!

"Oh? Finally agreed? ”

After hearing his father-in-law's words, John only shook his eyebrows slightly, but there was no surprise in the slightest.

From beginning to end, John did not doubt that the other party would agree to his terms, after all, he thoroughly felt the bottom line of the other party, that is, he must take enough shares of Heinz Pharmaceutical Company to master this technology as thoroughly as the British and French. And in order to do so, they had to meet John's condition - enough money!

A very large sum of money!

And if you want to get so many shares of Heinz Pharmaceutical, how can you do it without paying enough price? This year alone, Heinz Pharmaceuticals is expected to have millions of marks, or millions of dollars in net profits, in its books, which is definitely a behemoth in this day and age!

Is it a loss to buy a golden rooster that lays eggs with money?

However, for John, although it is a little reluctant to sell half of the company's shares, if you consider that there are pharmaceutical factories in Britain, France and the United States, and Germany only supplies the mainland and some countries on the European continent, it is still very beneficial for the expansion of the Huntelaar family in North America to exchange these shares for sufficient funds.

Thinking of this, John no longer hesitated, and immediately spoke: "Father-in-law, then inform them and sign an agreement as soon as possible!" Of course, they also have to make good on their promise that before I leave Europe, this huge amount of money must go into the account of the Huntelaar Bank......"

……

New York, North America.

Old Huntelaar, who had just woken up, was a little sluggish until a cup of fragrant coffee sobered him up.

While flipping through the newspaper in his hand, old Huntelaar was enjoying a hearty breakfast, and at the same time he was concerned about his grandson John, who was thousands of miles away, and asked casually: "Hans, there should be a telegram from John today, right?" ”

Although the transatlantic commercial use of radio is still far away, the cable telegraph is also very convenient, and the grandfather and grandson have to talk briefly once a week, and today should be the time for John to send a telegram back.

"It hasn't been delivered yet."

Bowing slightly, the housekeeper said cautiously: "Maybe they were delayed today, I'll ask later...... Well? It should be here! ”

Hearing the sound of the doorbell ringing, the housekeeper's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly walked out.

After a while, Hans hurried in with an envelope and said with a smile: "Sir, sure enough, a telegram has arrived!" Wait a minute, I'll translate it for you! “

The communication between the grandfather and grandson is naturally encrypted.

The use of a common telegraph channel was certainly inappropriate for the Huntelaar family, who often discussed confidential issues, so it was easy for John to think of a simple method of encryption, which was to replace a page and a certain line of a certain word in a certain book with a set of numbers, and then combine them into a letter. And it's very safe, and there's no chance of anyone cracking it, because the books they use are all written by John himself!

As the most loyal servant in the family, Hans naturally knew this code as well.

But after spending half an hour translating the letter today, Hans himself exclaimed, "God, so much money......

……

Finally there is a timecode word, and a chapter is done.

I'm going to get up at five o'clock tomorrow and rush to the airport, and I'm afraid it's Sunday when it's back to normal, I'm sorry guys. (To be continued.) )