Rong Zongjing, the name of the king of flour and the king of cotton yarn, Meng Xiang has naturally heard a lot of in later generations. It wasn't until he saw the information collected by Rat Er that Meng Xiang felt even more surprised. In 1931, the Rong brothers owned 12 flour mills and 9 yarn mills, accounting for about 1/3 of the total flour output and 1/5 of the total gauze output of the national capital in the country. After a few years of golden development, wealth is snowballing.

is not only the fat wealth, but also the relationship network behind the entire Rong family, which makes him pivotal in the Chinese political arena. In later generations, the family behind him has not fallen for a hundred years, which has already explained a lot of things.

In order to protect himself, Rong Zongjing joined the "Shanghai Citizens' Association" in Shanghai, but the result aroused condemnation from all walks of life, coupled with the pressure of the puppet forces, he became seriously ill in a fit of anger and planned to go to Hong Kong. However, after receiving the invitation of Miao Xing Village, Miaojia, Shandong, he took the initiative to come to the Pioneer Army, a world-class main base hospital with world-class medical conditions, for treatment.

"How's the treatment going?" Meng Xiang didn't go in, and asked Guan Kuan, who presided over the treatment, first.

"It's not optimistic, the condition is too serious, the delay is too long, there is inflammation in the body, and it can't go away." Guan Kuan shook his head slightly.

"Sulfapyridine doesn't work either?" Huang Tao, who accompanied him, hurriedly asked his old friend that he had been fascinated by the miracle effects of new special drugs such as sulfapyridine recently.

"At first, there were some effects, but the effects are becoming less and less obvious!" Guan Kuan frowned. Sulfapyridine is already the latest drug.

Huang Tao regretted for a while. Meng Xiang's heart moved, he thought of penicillin, which is known as the panacea that people who have traveled through the anti-Japanese period.

Because penicillin was discovered in 28 years, it was only in the 40s that a way to mass production was found. So the base is able to produce, but only the price is really much more expensive than gold, and the quantity is extremely small. Poor Meng Xiang only knew that there were only a few keywords related to penicillin, such as melon, corn starch, beef broth and stirring, but he didn't know the specific method of cooking at all, he just instructed Pei Shizhang to conduct various experiments in the science and technology center, but there was no better way. Even Fleming didn't know the specifics of mass production, not even the method of extracting high purity.

For Rong Zongjing at this time, when sulfapyridine was ineffective in eliminating inflammation, Meng Xiang naturally thought of penicillin. It doesn't matter if it's expensive, if you have a big god of wealth to pay the bills, you can afford it.

"I have a special medicine there that may be effective, but the cost is extremely high!" Meng Xiang said directly.

Rong Desheng, who rushed over after hearing the news, immediately said: "It doesn't matter if the cost is high, we are willing to give it a try!" "Rong Zongjing's condition, they didn't run to a place, the foreigner hospitals in Shanghai were powerless, and they sought medical treatment in a hurry, but at this time, if there was a glimmer of hope, they would also give it a try.

Meng Xiang had secretly ordered the base to produce a part just now, and the rabbit three sent it over. The injections were carried out after the first experiment was carried out without allergies.

The effect was obvious, and within a day, Rong Zongjing's inflammation subsided and his condition improved. At this time, Meng Xiang, who had returned to Jinan, was also very pleased, one was to climb a big god of wealth, and the other was to save a Chinese talent, as for the others, they were all floating clouds.

But the floating clouds didn't last long, and when Rong Zongjing sent someone to send a check for 300,000 fiat currency, Meng Xiang's face immediately bloomed. He didn't know that in history, Rong Zongjing died in February this year due to the recurrence of an old disease of cerebral hemorrhage. However, under the treatment and recuperation in the base, Rong Zongjing's condition was relieved before it had progressed to the most dangerous time, and it had begun to gradually improve.

In addition to being happy, Meng Xiang eagerly looked forward to the upgrade of the base, and only after the upgrade, the penicillin trade comparable to gold could achieve huge profits.

"It's not much, it's coming, it's coming!" In the past few days, whenever Meng Xiang checked his merit value, he couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart. After so much construction and fighting, his merit points have reached the verge of upgrading.

"Still a little bit!" Meng Xiang sighed, thinking of a way to quickly level up, according to the situation at this time, the merit value of the occupied area is the highest, followed by the battle to kill the enemy.

The economic construction of the base has tended to a saturation level. It's a pity that the borrowed money is not counted in the merits, and only relies on the merits of construction, and there is not much left to grow.

"Why haven't I come yet?" Meng Xiang said with some urgency, after another battle, his merit value would almost be able to break through. At that time, cheaper weapons and ammunition, the most advanced weapons and equipment of this era will appear in Meng Xiang's hands, and the arms business will no longer be limited to China, and you can go abroad.

Meng Xiang is not the only one waiting for him to attack, Xu Gongjin, who wants to get more honors to prove himself, is also anxiously waiting for himself to attack again.

Xu Gongjin used to be a pacesetter in the teaching team, and he was not gilded in the teaching team after studying abroad, although there may be such a meaning at home. Since the fall of the three northeastern provinces, the status of the people in Yuben has become even lower.

He just couldn't stand it anymore, and got into a fight with the three short classmates who laughed at him, and came back without completing the mechanical major he liked.

After coming back, the first thing he did was to join the army, and because of his high education and good physique that he often exercised, he successfully joined the teaching team. In the beginning, the family was unanimously opposed. But he wanted to join the army with a dead heart, and he had to use the gun in his hand and the blood in his heart to respond to the ridicule of his classmates.

In the end, without the help of his family, he became an ordinary soldier in the teaching team as he wished.

But gold always shines, and the discipline of the German mechanic makes him outstanding, if it weren't for some overly enthusiastic remarks that offended his superiors, I am afraid that he would have been promoted to an officer a long time ago.

Recently, the tone of the old man in the family has also eased a lot, and people in the family have begun to go to the boss to solve the relationship that he has always disdained.

Such a long experience has also made him understand a lot, without greater power in his hands, he can't realize the dream in his heart. Ordinary soldiers can only be cannon fodder. So when he heard that he was going to make some connections at home, this time, he didn't object, and silently didn't say anything.

But just when there was good news, Shanghai fell, and then Nanking fell, and he refused to come home to meet him and bravely participate in the battle, but he was captured when he retreated from Xiaguan. He had only given up his seat to a woman with two children in his arms, and never had a chance to get on the boat again, although he had seen the woman pushed into the river by a soldier again, leaving only a three-year-old who had been thrown onto the boat with great strength at the end.

He who was tortured by devils and bruised all over his body and never took off his military uniform, he thought a lot at those times, not just to divert the pain, but he wanted to think clearly, what happened to this country? What is the reason for all this? What is he going to do in the future?

He had read a lot of books on isms, but there was always a gap between the answers above and reality, and he still couldn't find his own direction. In the end, after he recovered from his injuries, he had the idea of sacrificing his life for the country and defected to the vanguard army facing the threat of devils. After all, there is a life-saving grace, even if you can't figure out what to do in the future, but you always have to do it to fight devils.

As he thought, he wiped the pistol in his hand. He once hoped that he would step on the pistol and lead a team to kill devils, but now that he is the squad leader, he can be regarded as completing a dream of carrying a pistol. But as a wounded soldier who has just returned to the team, he has not yet achieved a result. He needs to prove that he is good and needs to be recognized by the top and bottom of the vanguard army.

It's just that until now, he hasn't seen through where this vanguard army is. Familiar with the machinery, he is familiar with the parameters of these weapons equipped in this team, and knows the terrifying power behind it better than ordinary soldiers. What is powerful is not only weapons and equipment, but a series of powerful production, trading, and transportation behind it. Without strong economic power, how is it possible to get these weapons that are very advanced in the world. But how long can this power last? Without basic production, just like duckweed without roots, it will not last long by relying on accumulation alone. Perhaps, the Vanguard has an industry elsewhere that sustains the operation of this huge group?

But in any case, it gave him a little hope in his heart, a little different from that of the authorities.

Xu Gongjin is not the only one who is constantly thinking while waiting.

Zhu Daofu's name is very awkward, and it is not usually used by this name. He also has a name called Pig Three-Six-Five, and he is a clone.

No one cares about the idea of cloning, but the clone really has a mind, but it is not so complicated with little outside influence. They don't usually think about where they're coming from, where they're going, and so on, but Zhu San, Six, and Wu thought of it by chance.

He was a skilful and somewhat lazy sapper, not as diligent as his companions, because he was always in a daze. He was in a daze only because he was thinking, yes, just thinking. During a maintenance job, he was a little fascinated by the rhythm of the jingle and began to think for the first time.

After that, he began to think in a daze, and the scope of his thinking became more and more extensive.

Like he thinks now, his name.

Clones generally have no name, and clones after the third level have the right to choose to correct their appearance, and in order to save costs, clone soldiers are all the same. And this, the current commanders have long given them the right to have different physiognomy.

Clones above the rank 5 lieutenant can get a simple name, which is different from a normal codename. This, the current commander has already given them, although the name Pig Three-Six-Five is not very good in the eyes of others, but it is much better than the number of NZ004527.

Clones of the Seventh Rank Officer can receive some of the rights of a Freedman, with an official name similar to that of a Freedman. Now, the commander also gave them early. The commander gave them a hundred family names and a large dictionary, which gave them the right to choose their surnames freely.

Giving clones a surname is a big deal, but it seems that the commander doesn't know much about it. But among the clones crowd, there was a wave of waves.

The given surname is the highest honor for clones. Although the clone does not have the ability to have children and no offspring to inherit this glorious surname, once the clone has an official name, it represents the recognition of the natural person. If you don't reach level seven, you can't have this opportunity.

And now, the commander has given them the freedom to choose their first and last names freely, much to the rare excitement of the clone soldiers. The idea of loyalty to the Commander is now cemented in the minds of the clones, even if the Commander never knew that the clones had rebelled.

Unlike the random choice of names by companions now, so that there are many strange names, Zhu Daofu, who carefully chooses his name, replaces the pig commemorating his past with the surname Zhu, and the name of Daofu is part of a name that appears more frequently in international radio. That's why he has this name that he cherishes very much.

He was also very grateful to the commander, but his thinking was extended, and he was constantly imagining what the commander would look like. He'd seen the Commander once, and he'd seen the image of the Commander the rest of the time, but his mind was wondering why the Commander did what he did.

As with any other question, he could not find an answer. But it still didn't stop him from thinking about the new questions that kept popping up in his mind. It's just that he always can't get answers, which makes him a little frustrated.

"Alas!" Zhudolph let out the first sigh of the existing clones.

(The name of the clone is set according to this chapter, and the previous six-level description will be modified, sorry!) ）