The Malay Health Department office also does not want to compromise.
However, the Thousand Islands Health Department created a bad situation and restricted purchases to residents in the area.
Because of the limited supply capacity of Bolan's laboratory and the concern that people from other countries will be more infected when visiting, almost all departments of health and yamen require that the purchase of Category III nanofloxacin is limited to local residential areas.
In this situation, the Malay Health Department Yamen had to compromise.
This is very embarrassing because we were not happy to get along with each other before.
as expected.
Although the meeting place was still the headquarters of Blanche Laboratory.
But Liang Jieyang's attitude was completely different. He chose the north gate as the specific meeting place, which was the back entrance.
"Mr. Liang."
Darshan Sri, the director-general of the Department of Health, who is in his forties, dark and plump, explained: "Please forgive us for the requests we made before. They were all for the sake of the residents in the region and were not intended to be directed at Blanche."
"Understood," Liang Jieyang nodded appreciatively, "As a government official, we should seek benefits for the people under our rule. It is reasonable to ask for medicines to be purchased at cost price."
"Yes," Darshan Sri smiled, "Thank you for understanding, thank you very much."
"Mr. Darshan Sri, when I was a child, 12 years old to be precise, I traveled to Malay."
The fat and dark Darshan Sri felt something bad in his heart, but forced a smile on his face and said, "I hope you have a pleasant stay in Malay."
"On the contrary," recalled Liang Jieyang, who was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, women's black trousers, women's black leather shoes, and her long hair tied behind her back. She looked like a female college student with a hint of gangsterism:
"I still remember a politician standing on the roof of a car and shouting to his voters, Malays first, drive the Chinese out."
"This..." Darshan Sri was speechless.
"As I grew older, I realized," Liang Jieyang seemed to be talking about an unrelated incident, "It's not how united you are, but the fear deep down in your heart of the energetic, hard-working Chinese Americans."
"That's why," Liang Jieyang's voice rose twice, "that's why 'Malay supremacy' was written into the law, turning the special status into an unquestionable social contract."
"With xian law as the center, your policies, economic policies, and cultural policies have changed accordingly. At first, you banned Chinese people from learning Chinese characters, banned Chinese festivals, newspapers, TV programs, and banned Chinese people from attending public universities."
Darshan Sri argued, “What you are talking about has now been lifted.”
"Yes," Liang Jieyang nodded, "but if you want to learn Chinese, you can only go to a Chinese school. High school students in Chinese schools are prohibited from entering public universities;
Even so, even if you went to a public school and grew up learning Malay, you won’t be judged as a hero based on your grades in the college entrance examination, right? "
“In order to narrow the economic gap between Malays and other ethnic groups, you have introduced new economic policies every year, which not only limit the proportion of Chinese in important industries;
Even important industries such as military industry, transportation, water and electricity can only be run by Malays. Am I right in saying this? "
"Mr. Liang," Darshan Sri reminded, "what you are talking about is outside the scope of today's discussion."
"You think about the Malays," Liang Jieyang retorted, "I am Chinese, so of course I have to think about the Chinese."
"In that case," the fat and dark Darshan Sri said with a cold expression, "the Malay political system is based on Malay hegemony and permanent special status, and there will never be any discussion!"
Liang Jieyang nodded, "It's 'Malay supremacy'. Everyone knows what you wrote in the law."
"Ms. Liang," the fat and dark Darshan Sri asked with a threatening tone, "Nanofloxacin, a third-category parent acid, should I sell it or not?"
"Not for sale!"
With a broken face, the fat and dark Darshan Sri threatened, "The Blancy Laboratory is in the hospital in Kuala Lumpur. That house is not cheap."
"It's only one million meters, no more."
Seeing that the negotiation could not be concluded, the fat and dark Darshan Sri finally asked, "What is your request?"
"Lift restrictions on Chinese Americans in education, job opportunities, and all industries."
Hearing this, Darshan Sri gave a cold expression, turned around and left, decisively leading a group of subordinates away.
Seeing Darxian Sri and his party walking away, Liang Jieyang was not afraid at all. Instead, he took out his mobile phone to contact the Thousand Islands Country partners.
Let them open a green channel for Chinese Malays to easily obtain the third category of nanofloxacin.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Liang Jieyang used public weapons for personal use, otherwise he would have rewarded her well.
Leaving behind eleven Mayan cultural relics, four volumes of the Great Emperor's Scriptures, the Southern Army's treasures, and taking away three tons of effervescent tablets, he came to the D metal smelting factory outside the city gate of Zhencheng.
The second-hand factory covers an area of only 0.5 square kilometers. Its original business was to process customized metal parts for nearby jobs.
In other words, steel can be made, and the output is not very large.
Meet Xander Beckley, a black-bone material scientist. He has completed two spherical cabins made of D metal and a boat made of D metal.
The diameter of the spherical cabin is about 2 meters, and the length of the small boat is about 4 meters.
"This is super yeast." In the warehouse, Zhang Jing handed the 20-liter large glass bottle he was carrying to Xander Beckley. "Is there any new progress in vibranium research?"
"We have been conducting various tests and fusions," Xander Beckley took the glass bottle as he spoke, "in hopes of improving the quality of d metal, but unfortunately we can't do it yet."
"It doesn't matter," Zhang Jing said generously, "Maybe good luck will come tomorrow."
Sander Beckley smiled. Although science is boring, he likes Zhang Jing's optimism. "I have two old friends who are also engaged in materials research and also want to join Leopard."
"Okay," Zhang agreed, "Let them go to Xiangjiang first, and someone will interview them. If there are no major problems, they will most likely be hired."
Sander Beckley felt respected because Zhang Jing agreed readily without any trace of melancholy or worry.
However, Sander Beckley didn't know that Zhang Jing planned to let Liu Xiaolu interview two of his friends.
Amateur micro-expression expert, whether he is a spy or not, let’s see first.
After a brief chat, the three metal objects were loaded into the box truck. Zhang Jing drove the truck away, entered the truck compartment without anyone, and transferred the items into the mithril space.
Effervescent tablets are available.
The shell is there.
We still lack pure water. There is a lot of pure water. We only took away 10 cubic meters before, which is too little.
Enter Xiangjiang from land and fly from Xiangjiang to Fried Chicken Island-Tokyo.
This time I didn’t contact Datedera Narumi and went directly to Osaka.
Purified water is originally in Fukushima and has a dispersed concentration, so we moved it to the other side and poured some of it, so that the entire area would be covered by rain and dew.
Because of the special situation of pure water, no one was guarding it. Zhang Jing was not polite and took away a total of 22,000 cubic meters.
It feels like enough is enough.
Zhang Jing is still worried, if the tongue is like a 50-meter building, wouldn’t the stomach be like a huge black hole?
In this way, 22,000 cubic meters of pure water is not enough to fit between teeth, but the space is limited and it is impossible to carry more.
I hope the three tons of effervescent tablets are useful.
If it doesn't work, Zhang Jing can only leave through the pylorus, since it can't be digested anyway.
After everything is ready, Zhang Jing still has to go and see Sugiyama Ai. It is simply unbelievable that the bones of her parents have been stolen!
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