Looking at the number, a bitter smile flashed across Zhang Han's face. At such a time, a damn salesman was still calling him. He had received so many of these calls recently. Without a second thought, Zhang Han hung up and walked straight towards the river. His lifelong dream was unachievable, and he lacked the strength to avenge himself against the foreigner who had destroyed it. In essence, as a person, Zhang Han had lost his will to live.
However, immediately after he hung up, the caller persistently called back. "I don't buy insurance, and I can't afford a house! Can't you salespeople leave people some room to breathe!" This time, Zhang Han couldn't take it anymore. Usually gentle and refined, he yelled into the phone in despair. He was suffering too much.
"Is this Mr. Zhang Han? I'm not a salesperson," Ye Yun asked gently from his Rolls-Royce.
"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry. I've been getting calls from so many salespeople lately. Please forgive me," Zhang Han said, subtly wiping away tears. "Who are you, and how did you get my contact information?"
*Uh... can I say that you told me yourself in your past life, and it's been your number for decades since you returned to China?*
But Ye Yun clearly wouldn't waste time on this. "Mr. Zhang, I heard you're looking for a job in the pharmaceutical industry, is that right?" Ye Yun got straight to the point.
"W-what do you mean?" Zhang Han's voice trembled, as if he suspected something.
"Just what you're thinking, Mr. Zhang Han. I know your profile: a medical doctorate from Hamy University in Eagle Country. You've resigned from Pfizer and are looking for work in pharmaceuticals. I'm very interested in your resume," Ye Yun said seriously.
After he finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end of the line. Ye Yun knew Zhang Han was processing his words, so he didn't interrupt. He just waited patiently. After a long while, Ye Yun heard Zhang Han take a deep breath.
"You... you know I left Pfizer. You must also know they blacklisted me. Aren't you afraid they'll cause trouble for you?" As Ye Yun heard, Zhang Han spoke with great effort to calm himself, yet he still voiced his greatest concern.
"Afraid? Why should I be? I've heard about your situation. You were trying to lower drug prices, which crossed some people's lines. That's why you resigned in anger. Didn't you know back then that leaving like this would offend Smith and Pfizer? But you left anyway. I believe you don't regret it, do you?" Ye Yun scoffed.
Instantly, Zhang Han felt a sense of kinship, and his suicidal thoughts vanished. That's right, even if he returned to Pfizer as a stray dog, he would be accepted by Smith. However, he would rather die than go back! He had seen through the faces of those capitalists and knew that working under them to lower drug prices was a pipe dream! Since it was impossible to achieve his ideals, returning would just make him a soulless zombie who only cared about making money. He might as well end it all!
"Exactly, you're right! Many companies in our country fear the power of Pfizer, thinking they are a global conglomerate and we can never compete. They don't realize that China's history spans over five thousand years, and the use of medicine can be traced back to Shennong in ancient times!"
"If they can develop drugs in Eagle Country, why can't we in China? I have extensive experience in developing Alzheimer's drugs. Give me a team and the equipment, and I can develop a brand new drug for Alzheimer's! I can drive Pfizer out of China!"
"But looking at the companies in China now, they're all terrified of Pfizer. Their minds are ossified, and they only know how to follow Pfizer's lead, never thinking about how to use our ancestors' wisdom to surpass Pfizer and pull them off their pedestal. All they think about is simple copy-pasting, becoming processors and distributors, and being content!" As he spoke, Zhang Han felt a surge of passion, wanting to vent all the unfairness and humiliation he had suffered in recent days.
"These people are short-sighted, afraid to challenge Pfizer, and only worship foreign things. They're unwilling to accept me, Zhang Han. As they say, such a small temple is not fit for a great Buddha like me!" It had to be said, Zhang Han did possess a certain scholarly pride. However, his pride was unlike the pedantic scholars of Chinese history; it was a pride that genuinely wanted to contribute to the country and its people.
It was understandable. Having come from a small mountain village, he had defeated his county rivals in primary school, city rivals in the entrance exam, provincial rivals in the college entrance exam, and national rivals in postgraduate studies... He had always been the most outstanding among his peers. It would be strange if such a person lacked pride. His pride was built on his ability!
It was like when Smith transferred him from a research position to sales at Pfizer, two vastly different roles. The purpose was simple: to rein in this arrogant genius! Zhang Han understood this. The result? Zhang Han held a grudge and thought, *You want to suppress me? You transferred me to sales? Fine! I'll show you!* In just one year, Pfizer's China branch's performance increased by more than half! This was his ability and his pride!
This was also one of the reasons Ye Yun admired Zhang Han the most in his previous life. Such people, though sometimes argumentative and frustrating due to disagreements, were the most capable and could bring vitality and hope to a company! More importantly, it was incredibly difficult to gain their loyalty, but once you did, it was almost impossible for them to betray you! Ye Yun had encountered many such people in his previous life. And Zhang Han was the first and closest friend he had known!
It was precisely because of Zhang Han, and the influence of his wife and daughter, that Ye Yun's personal desire for money was not too strong. This led to Glycyrrhiza, a medicine that embodied the essence of China's five-thousand-year pharmaceutical culture, being sold for less than a thousand yuan per dose! Imagine, a medicine that was considered a life-saver in this era, priced so cheaply. Take Wang Weiguo's case as an example. He hoped Ye Yun wouldn't price Glycyrrhiza too high, but upon hearing the actual price, he was astonished. Less than a thousand yuan... Compared to its efficacy, it was outrageously cheap!
However, these were digressions. At this moment, hearing Zhang Han's proud words on the phone, Ye Yun smiled and said, "It's precisely because their temple is too small to accommodate a great Buddha like you that I'm calling you."