Zhang Guobin's eyes showed haze, his expression was hidden in the darkness, and he asked in a deep tone: "Awen, what medicine do you want to take?"

If it's morphine, methamphetamines.

That would be to change a name and lose fans...

Be a material supplier to drug dealers.

This is the bottom line to challenge him.

However, Bellywen was trembling: "I want to take away cefaclor, tranquillizers, and targeted drugs for breast cancer..."

"There are several large-scale generic drug factories in India. The ingredients of the drugs produced are exactly the same, but the value is only one-fifth, or even one-tenth of the genuine drugs."

"Currently, Sun Pharmaceuticals is the only factory in India that can produce targeted drugs. There is no agent in Greater China. I think we in Yihai can give it a try."

After opening regular private hospitals and private clinics, Belly Wen immediately separated itself from "abortion" and "black clinics". Through the patients' demand for medication and the high drug prices in Hong Kong, they quickly realized the market space for "generic drugs".

Why are black clinics so popular in Hong Kong? It’s because the high medical fees have forced many people in housing estates and lower-class citizens to afford medical treatment.

They have to go to black clinics to seek medical treatment and get cheap treatment. The Hong Kong government does not strictly prohibit the business of black clinics because it is afraid of affecting people's livelihood and causing worse consequences.

According to statistics from Belly Wen, the average consultation fee for a doctor's visit in Hong Kong's public hospitals is as high as HK$500, and the average consultation fee for a doctor's visit in private hospitals is more than HK$2,000.

At least three million out of five million citizens do not enjoy medical benefits. How big a market is this?

Moreover, many patented drugs are expensive, so they have the right to supply cheap generic drugs.

Firstly, it can solve the problem of high medical fees for citizens and allow more people to afford medicine. Secondly, it can open up a huge gray financial path, with at least tens of millions of profits every year.

The Hong Kong area will then expand to the entire Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, and then supply to the mainland, with an annual revenue of more than 100 million, and a market of more than 1 billion is about to open up.

Zhang Guobin thought about it, looked at his belly and said, "Awen, what a great idea!"

“How do you know about generic drugs?”

Zhang Guobin knows the generic drug market, but does he want to take generic drugs? The biggest problem is not how to get the agency rights, but to face one of the most powerful industrial capitals in the world, "medical capital"!

This is a world-class capital that is ten times or a hundred times more powerful than the Jockey Club capital and can influence global medical and drug laws.

The power of medical capital is stronger than 90% of the countries in the world!

Zhang Guobin did not dare to touch this business before, but now that he cannot play with medical capital at the world level, he has the courage to compete with medical information in Greater China.

He was immediately attracted by this business. He took out a small paper bag in his arms, carefully poured a yellow pill into the palm of his hand, put his palm on the table, and introduced to everyone under the light: "Cefaclor, the latest development of Anti-inflammatory drugs have a wide range of applications, including fever, headache, gastritis, enteritis, and various types of inflammation."

"This drug is a new product of the American company Amgen. It is understood that the cost price is less than 50 cents when imported into Hong Kong for HKD 5 per tablet. The same generic drug from India only costs HKD 1 when imported into Hong Kong. We sell it for HKD 3 per tablet and earn twice as much. , while allowing citizens to save twice as much..."

Mawang, Meijie, and Datoukun all turned their heads and admired the yellow pills under the light. Although they didn't understand what generic drugs were, they knew it was a big deal just by hearing the price difference of several times.

Belly Wen gushed: "Although this pill is small, it only costs five Hong Kong dollars. It can be used in a huge amount. At least several thousand tablets are sold every day. Moreover, this is a high-volume anti-inflammatory drug and a tranquillizer that costs five hundred Hong Kong dollars. It only costs 150 yuan from India. The latest targeted drug for breast cancer, Pfizer, sells for 20,000 Hong Kong dollars a set. For us, it costs 3,000 Hong Kong dollars!"

Belly Wen's eyes were hopeful: "Brother Bing, just rely on the strength of our sect and Yihai, large, medium, small, low, medium and high markets to kill!"

Zhang Guobin smiled, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "It's undeniable, Awen, I'm a little moved."

India had experience in producing generic drugs in the early 20th century, using the industrial heritage left by the British colonial government to produce some unpatented drugs.

Later, the Indian pharmaceutical industry began to cooperate with Hungarian pharmaceutical companies to mass-produce patent-protected drugs. The first drug was "tranquilizer".

A sedative drug.

After tasting the benefits of generic drugs once, Indian pharmaceutical companies could not stop. In addition, the Indian government also wanted to get rid of the control of the foreign pharmaceutical market and revitalize domestic products, so it adjusted India's economic policy.

In 1966, the third Prime Minister of India issued a statement: "In a well-ordered world, medical inventions should not be patented, and huge profits should not be made between life and death."

Since then, India has begun drastic reforms, directly abolishing patent protection for drugs, and generic drugs have become a legal industry in India.

India has ushered in a period of vigorous development with its long-term experience in generic drugs. At the same time, the Indian government was also attacked by "medical capital" and internal chaos occurred. However, an incident in 1984 made medical capital shut up.

The Indian branch of the American Union Carbide Company built a pesticide factory near a slum. Due to management errors and worker mistakes, a serious explosion occurred and cyanide in the factory began to leak.

This leak caused 25,000 direct deaths in India, 550,000 indirect deaths, and more than 200,000 people were permanently disabled.

To date, the cancer rate and child mortality rate among local residents have been higher than any other city in India.

Union Carbide ultimately paid only US$470 million in compensation to India. This money was distributed to nearly 800,000 victims and their families, with each person receiving only about US$580.

India accepted this compensation because they reached an agreement with American pharmaceutical companies, and India can legally copy patented drugs of American pharmaceutical companies.

This is the pharmaceutical right purchased with 800,000 lives.

It is precisely because India's generic drugs are completely legal that they have been vigorously promoted for export in recent years. However, there are no local pharmaceutical companies in Xiangjiang, and all drugs are imported. The smuggling of patented drugs will definitely affect the interests of medical capital.

King Ma doesn't understand capital, politics, or economics, but he has a very intuitive sense: "Awen, since the drugs come in by water, they must be illegal."

"How do you plan to dismantle these goods?"

Belly Wen smiled proudly and said: "Hong Kong's medical regulations stipulate that hospitals are not allowed to sell smuggled drugs, otherwise their licenses will be revoked, but hospitals are not required to sell drugs."

"I ask the doctor to write a prescription for the patient. The patient goes to the pharmacy across the street to get the medicine and signs a non-responsibility form. Those who are willing to pay for the genuine medicine will take the genuine medicine. If they can't afford the genuine medicine, they will buy the generic medicine. There is always a way. People came up with it."

"I have long understood that there must be poor and rich people in the world, but the poor must have a way to live in poverty, and we can't let the poor not even take medicine, right?"

Sister Mei nodded and said: "Everything makes sense, Awen, I support you."

"We create a way for ourselves to make money and a way for the poor to live. This will not affect the rich but also benefit the citizens." The more Ma Wang thought about it, the more he felt it was right.

He slapped his thigh and even said with pride in his tone: "If you break the law, you will break the law. Anyway, you have broken enough laws. You should accumulate some virtue for yourself."

"The Bodhisattva will know who is doing the right thing!"

Zhang Guobin smoked a cigar and fell into thinking. In fact, if the medical industry wants to develop, it is necessary to make money from patents. It is an economic ecology.

But we all come from poor backgrounds, so don’t worry about your mother.

What's more, operating according to the system will not affect the profits of regular pharmaceutical companies, because rich people will never take generic drugs!

Less developed areas even lack a market for patented drugs. "Being poor is not a crime. You must not die poor in this world." Zhang Guobin found that several big players were looking at him and couldn't help but said: "Although, in the world, The most common way to die is to die poor, but more does not mean it is right. We continue to be the lifeline of pharmaceutical companies, and we just want them to make less money and save more people. Do you think I am a bit hypocritical in saying this? "

He laughed at himself.

The horse king, the landlord and others shook their heads: "Brother Bing, you are a thoughtful person."

"Brothers all see it."

Cefaclor, which I just took out, was a new drug in the 1980s, but more than ten years later, it was a convenient drug available in the streets.

However, targeted drugs for breast cancer are indeed the latest products, which shows that Sun Pharmaceuticals has a high ability to imitate, because "targeted drugs" were the latest drug concept in the 1980s.

It was not officially researched and confirmed until the 2000s, and it became a specialized research and development direction.

"Awen, on behalf of the company, I will approve you five million Hong Kong dollars. I will go to Brother Yao to pick it up tomorrow." Zhang Guobin considered: "You can take a group of brothers and ship to India to help me get the agency rights first. A batch of medicine is back to test the waters."

"You take care of this matter. If medical capital takes any action, I will take care of it for you."

Belly Wen excitedly raised his glass and muttered: "Brother Bing, let me toast you."

"Okay." Zhang Guobin picked up the wine glass, and the two clinked glasses and drank.

Belly Wen also recommended: "This way of making money was actually proposed by a guy in the hall. I hope you can give him a chance to get ahead. This guy is called a tuberculosis ghost."

"good!"

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance to be a junior, and you came here just to get a job next month, right?" Zhang Guobin chuckled: "He Yihai, he will be appointed based on merit."

"I see."

Belly Wen waved, pulled a Ma boy to his side, and urged: "Did you hear that? Thank you, Grandpa!"

A skinny, stooped young man with excited eyes said movedly: "Thank you, grandpa!"

"no need to thank me."

"The opportunity is before every brother. Whether you can seize it or not depends on your own ability."

Zhang Guobin waved his hand.

The consumptive ghost walked out of the nightclub, put his fist to his mouth, and coughed twice: "Ahem."

"Brother Gui, what did grandpa say?"

Several horse boys squatted on the ground and stood up quickly. The consumptive ghost had tears in his eyes: "Grandpa supports us. Grandpa still has a way for the poor to survive in his heart."

"Isn't this a way to make money?" A horse boy wondered: "Why has it become a way to survive again?"

"If all the old men had a way out for the poor," the tuberculosis ghost said angrily, "my father wouldn't have vomited blood and died in a birdcage!"

The few horses were silent. They all knew that if Brother Wen hadn't treated the tuberculosis ghost and rescued the tuberculosis ghost from the corner of the hospital stairs, the tuberculosis ghost would have coughed to death long ago.
Chapter completed!