92: Chapter 92 Dongju's Call

Upon receiving news that Tianxing had developed Imatinib Mesylate, the Swiss pharmaceutical giant Novartis, located overseas, urgently convened a high-level meeting.

gleevec was one of their core profit-generating products. Raking in enormous profits year after year with this exorbitantly priced drug, they now faced a grim reality: Tianxing had developed an equivalent medication. Once mass-produced and launched, their profits would plummet drastically, potentially even forcing them to withdraw from the Dragon Country market.

In the conference room at Novartis headquarters, the executives wore grim expressions, yet they could not devise any effective countermeasures.

After all, with Chen Mo at the helm, backed by formidable R&D capabilities and financial resources, Tianxing was an unstoppable force they simply could not block.

Moreover, due to Western sanctions, Tianxing Technology had minimal overseas business, and they had no means to interfere in the domestic market.

Back at Tianxing, Chen Mo browsed the online comments without a trace of pride or smugness.

For him, developing the new CML drug wasn't about showing off or making money. If he needed funds, he could make far more by 'harvesting' in the foreign exchange markets.

Chen Mo's goal was simply to enable CML patients, crushed by the burden of sky-high drug prices, to afford their medication, live well, and completely break free from dependence on expensive foreign drugs.

(Note: In reality, during this period, domestic companies in China had already begun producing and researching Imatinib Mesylate. The plot has been modified for narrative purposes.)

On this day, Chen Mo was leisurely sunbathing in his estate garden.

His phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw it was Zhang Kai calling.

Chen Mo answered casually, his voice lazy:

"Hey, Zhang Kai, what's up?"

Zhang Kai's voice came through from the other end:

"Boss Chen, our application to build a nuclear fusion power plant has been outright rejected by the authorities!"

Chen Mo wasn't surprised; he had anticipated this outcome.

Tianxing Technology's momentum was too fierce. The initial Tianxing Technology Industrial Park had already achieved fully automated, unmanned production. Capable of manufacturing various machinery and equipment themselves, they were nearing a point of independence from official control.

If he were allowed to build a nuclear fusion power plant on top of that, grasping the initiative in energy, the authorities would have even less leverage over him.

Furthermore, what he wanted to build wasn't an ordinary nuclear plant, but a small-scale fusion station with an output even more formidable than a conventional one. How could the authorities possibly nod in agreement to such a thing?

"I understand,"

Chen Mo said.

"Just keep an eye on things over there. Don't clash with the authorities. I'll think of another way."

"Understood, Boss Chen," Zhang Kai replied.

"Alright, that's all for now!" Chen Mo hung up after speaking.

Chen Mo lounged lazily back on his recliner.

Controlled nuclear fusion technology couldn't be revealed lightly. It was too advanced. Once exposed, not just the authorities, but the entire world would go into a frenzy, potentially even triggering an S3 season (global conflict).

However, without solving the energy problem, the high-tech experiments at the Tianxing Technology Industrial Base couldn't advance. He needed to devise a foolproof strategy for this.

Just as Chen Mo was pondering this, his phone rang again. This time, the caller ID showed Wu Dongju.

The moment the call connected, Miss Wu's voice, choked with tears, came through:

"Chen Mo... my grandfather collapsed... The doctors say he's fading fast... Do you have any way to save him? Please, I'm begging you..."

Chen Mo was momentarily taken aback, then his eyes lit up. Old Master Wu was the pillar of the Wu Family, a figure of exceptional status. If he could save him, perhaps the matter of the nuclear fusion power plant could find a turning point.

"Dongju, don't cry just yet,"

Chen Mo said.

"First, tell me which hospital you're at. I'll head over right now. Don't worry, with me here, Old Master Wu will definitely be fine."

"Really?"

Miss Wu's sobbing paused briefly before she asked,

"Chen Mo, you're not lying to me? The doctors all say there's no hope, even the top specialists have shaken their heads..."

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Chen Mo said gently.

"Hurry up and give me the address. Don't waste time. We can't afford any delay with the Old Master's condition."

"Okay, okay, okay! I'll tell you now!"

Miss Wu quickly wiped her tears and rapidly recited an address, then added,

"Chen Mo, this hospital is very special. It's not on navigation apps, and you can't get a GPS fix. If you can't find it, call me! I'll send a driver to pick you up!"

Chen Mo thought to himself: *Such a trivial matter, and it could stump me? I have backdoors in the BeiDou navigation satellites. Finding a single hospital is a piece of cake.*

"No need, I can find it. I'll be there within half an hour."

After saying this, Chen Mo hung up directly, grabbed his jacket, and headed out. As he walked, he addressed Old Xu, who was standing nearby:

"Prepare the car. We're going to the hospital Miss Wu mentioned."

He then relayed the address to Old Xu.