The end of the eleventh month back in reality.
More than half of the provinces in Great Xia have adopted Z1.
Apart from a few small electricity fluctuation adjustments in the first few months, the electricity network is now very stable.
It’s the first snowfall after the Spring Festival.
Today is the sixteenth, and everyone has basically returned to work.
The snow isn’t heavy, quite nice.
Zhang Feng walked out of the base, gazing at the snowflakes in the sky and the white on the ground.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen snow in the real world.
The past few winters were spent huddled in the base. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel•fire.net
Then, if I wanted to see snow scenes, I used holographic projection.
That’s just too high-tech.
Wait for half an hour.
Just strolling around to leave the shielded area.
Zhang Feng took out his fully charged phone and saw that the club owners and others had left messages for him.
Besides their messages, there were thousands of New Year text blessings.
All from company presidents, martial club owners, and the like from around the world.
And their blessing messages all contained words like ’Pioneer’, ’President Zhang’, and ’Grandmaster Zhang’.
It proves these blessings were not mass-sent.
Meanwhile, Zhang Feng sent out a mass message ’Happy New Year’.
Otherwise, it would take forever to reply to these thousands of messages.
After sending out these messages,
Zhang Feng turned to his friends’ messages.
A quick glance, they’re mostly fine, the biggest question being ’Want to drink for the New Year?’
And now it’s the ’sixteenth of the New Year’.
Everyone’s back to work, so what’s the point in drinking?
But, it’s not out of the question.
In the evening, seven o’clock.
Zhang Feng had prepared a table full of dishes.
After about three minutes, the doorbell rang.
The first one arriving was Xiaoli.
Seeing his somewhat chubby belly,
Zhang Feng laughed and patted it, "How did it get ? Are you planning to become a fitness guru?"
"Brother Zhang..." Xiaoli rubbed his patted belly, "I didn’t want to either, but once you left, without someone leading, I got lazy."
"Well, can’t blame you for that," Zhang Feng led him inside, "Don’t just stand there, go wash the pots in the kitchen.
I’ll go downstairs and get some skewers."
"No need." Xiaoli took off his coat and replied while heading to wash the dishes, "I already bought them downstairs, just queueing up now. I coincidentally ran into Master Wang and Old Wu.
They said I’m not in good shape, worried I’d catch a cold, so they let me come up first."
"Your constitution really needs some work," Zhang Feng said, knowing someone else had bought it, so he didn’t go, "Since you don’t want to exercise, I’ve also told you about stuff."
Zhang Feng looked at him, "Recently, a kind of fitness pill came out, the one advertised on TV every day in our province.
It’s legitimate; even normal people can take it. A bottle costs over a thousand and can boost your constitution by 1 point.
The limit is around 12.
But it’s not about taking twelve bottles; it’s useless once the user’s constitution reaches 12.
Taking two bottles should be enough for you.
However, the prerequisite for using this pill is a constitution of 9, and being aged between 24 and 40.
You’re just right for it.
Even though it’s not affordable for the public yet, a thousand is a bit pricey, but they’re working on it.
Ensuring efficacy, while trying to reduce costs."
"Is it Marine Medicine?" Xiaoli was aware of it too, "I heard about it; they’re a private company, and they’ve managed to develop such a drug?
And I heard the medical equipment they use..."
Xiaoli whispered, "Was approved by the data center?"
"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded, "I approved it, and the person in charge of Marine Medicine, President Hai, was among the first to support me.
I’ll have him send you a few bottles later."
"Alright..." Xiaoli, without dampening the mood, nodded and went to wash the pots.
Seeing Xiaoli washing the pots, Zhang Feng lounged on the sofa and turned on the TV, looking for any good shows.
As he turned it on, the pill advertisement he mentioned earlier popped up.
"Strong constitution, good efficacy, one pill for strong muscles and bones..."
The ad was endorsed by the province’s ’Number One Martial Artist’ this year.
This ’Number One Martial Artist’ does not include club owners and coaches.
They were selected from the provincial ’Martial Artist Students’.
Last month, there was a full martial club competition in the province.
With nothing else to do, Zhang Feng watched the ad.
At the end of the ad, the CEO of Marine Medicine, President Hai, appeared.
Zhang Feng laughed when he saw him.
Because this CEO is amusing; when I previously told him to buy a martial club, he bought it, and when told to sell, he sold it right away.
He’s just a little obedient brother.
Such an obedient person, who also supported me from the start, is truly worthy of support.
But now they’ve got on the right track.
Their ’+1 small pill’, earning fifty per bottle, is enough to cover some costs.
If they can sell twenty million bottles, at least their research costs will be covered.
As for the more expensive equipment money, land costs, previous heavy losses from big sales, and regular company expenses, etc.
They have to aim to sell over two hundred million bottles.
Now, given the current market, with electrical costs getting infinitely low, and the martial art craze at hand,
they’ll definitely sell out and recover costs, even make a profit.
They’ve borne through these two plus years, and it’s paying off.
Of course, during these two years,
Zhang Feng, via the big data center, also allocated some sponsorship funds to them, otherwise, they wouldn’t withstand such extraordinary research and world-class equipment’s daily depreciation expenses, etc.
Conversely, Zhang Feng occasionally reviewed their academic research and found certain things quite insightful.
And sometimes sent a few researchers over to learn some unconventional methods.
Consider it an exchange and learning opportunity.
It’s a sort of ’half-support’.