After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 140 1 is on the verge of breaking out

The next day, the same news dominated the front pages of major newspapers across the country.

"Hucheng Jiayuan Pharmaceutical is concerned about the war of resistance and generously announced that it will share the penicillin formula with major pharmaceutical companies across the country!"

When the news came out, the whole country was shocked.

Jiayuan Pharmaceutical’s phone was almost blown up by calls.

"Hello, is this Jiayuan Pharmaceutical? We want to know the specific details of penicillin formula sharing!"

"We are Renxin Pharmaceuticals. We have a complete and mature antibiotic production line. We are absolutely confident that we can produce high-quality penicillin!"

"I am from Jishitang Pharmaceuticals in Jinling. We are willing to accept all conditions of Jiayuan Pharmaceuticals!"

Jiang Shiyuan had anticipated such a result. She and Chen Jing'an arranged for colleagues in the investment promotion department to carefully record the information of each pharmaceutical company and conduct preliminary screening.

Three days later, inspection teams composed of Jiayuan Pharmaceutical's technical backbones and management personnel rushed to various parts of the country.

Their task is to conduct on-site inspections of pharmaceutical companies that are interested in cooperation to ensure that they have the qualifications and capabilities to produce penicillin.

Time is tight and the task is arduous, but no one complains.

Because they all know clearly in their hearts what a great thing they are doing.

After half a month of inspection and screening, finally, more than 60 qualified pharmaceutical companies across the country obtained authorization from Jiayuan Pharmaceutical and began to join the ranks of penicillin production.

For a time, a craze for penicillin production swept across the country.

At this time, the Japanese army's war had not yet swept across the country. Only the three northeastern provinces and some occupied areas in North China were unable to participate in it.

As penicillin production capacity continues to increase, the supply and demand relationship in the market has gradually balanced, and the price has become more and more favorable.

Gradually, even ordinary people could buy and afford a box of ordinary penicillin tablets.

Penicillin, an antibiotic hailed as a "life-saving miracle drug" during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, will soon benefit large and small anti-Japanese battlefields, enter thousands of households, and protect the life and health of every Chinese soldier and citizen.

All of this is inseparable from Jiang Shiyuan’s brave and great decision.

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"Second Miss, something big has happened!"

Director Zheng of the R&D department rushed into Jiang Shiyuan's R&D room in a panic, holding a newspaper in his hand. The big bold words on the title were shocking.

"The Japanese army broke into Hongqiao Military Airport, and the conflict between China and Japan is about to break out!"

Jiang Shiyuan stood up suddenly, snatched the newspaper, quickly scanned the contents, and his face suddenly became solemn.

"Damn it! They are still..." She clenched her teeth, and the newspaper in her hand was crumpled.

She clearly remembered that the Hongqiao Incident on August 1937, 8 was the prelude to the "August 9" Battle of Shanghai.

The wheel of history is still rolling forward along its original track.

"Second Miss, what should we do now?" Minister Zheng asked anxiously, with a hint of trembling in his tone.

"Where is Mr. Chen?" Jiang Shiyuan forced himself to calm down and make a quick decision.

"Mr. Chen personally led people to the train station this morning to pick up the leaders of the Ministry of Commerce from Jinling. He said that they came to Jiayuan Pharmaceutical to commend and express condolences." Minister Zheng replied immediately.

"Notify Mr. Chen immediately and ask him to ensure the safety of himself and his leaders, and..."

Jiang Shiyuan paused, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "Let him prepare for the worst."

"The worst plan?" Minister Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood and his face turned pale instantly.

"The flames of war in Shanghai... are about to break out..." Jiang Shiyuan said word by word, his tone as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder.

At the same time, in the meeting room of the Military Commission of the Nanjing National Government, the atmosphere was as solemn as the calm before the storm.

"Everyone, the Japanese pirates' ambitions are already clear. The Hongqiao incident is a provocation they have been planning for a long time!"

The principal slammed the table and said angrily.

"What should we do now? Are we really going to go to war?" an official asked worriedly.

"Fight! Why not? Are we going to let them bully us?"

General Zhang, commander of the Beijing-Shanghai Garrison, slammed the table and said indignantly.

"But is our army really ready?" another official immediately questioned.

"Whether we are ready or not, we must fight!"

The principal said firmly: "Damn it, we have suffered so many losses from the Japanese so this time we must strike first and defeat the enemy!"

"If Shanghai cannot be defended, Nanjing will be in danger, and the party and the country will be in danger!"

"This time, we have no way out!"

"Pass on my order. Immediately mobilize the Beijing-Shanghai garrison troops to deploy defenses around Shanghai. In addition, the elite troops of the 36th Division stationed in Xicheng must also rush to Shanghai. We must defend our national fortress!"

The principal's voice echoed in the conference room with unquestionable majesty.

On the evening of August 8, General Zhang led the elite 12th and 87th Divisions of the National Army and quietly entered Shanghai under the cover of darkness.

A group of well-equipped troops equipped with German weapons and receiving German training were tightly deployed in Yangshupu, Zhabei and Hongkou areas of Shanghai.

The Battle of Songhu is about to begin!

The next day, August 8, was Jiang Shiyuan’s 13nd birthday.

As soon as she opened her eyes on the soft and large princess bed in Jiang Mansion, she began to feel uneasy.

"Second Miss, are you awake?"

Aunt Feng walked into the room carrying a tray with an exquisite French dress on it. Seeing that Jiang Shiyuan had already gotten up, she smiled with relief.

"Well, Aunt Feng, what time is it now?" Jiang Shiyuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, with a barely perceptible anxiety in his tone.

"It's already nine o'clock, Miss Second."

Mother Feng placed the tray on the bedside table. Seeing that Jiang Shiyuan had dark circles under her eyes, she instantly realized that she probably didn't sleep well last night.

So she comforted him softly, "Second Miss, today is your 22nd birthday, you should be happy!"

"Although the master and the young master are on military duty and cannot come back, many relatives and friends will come to celebrate your birthday today!"

"Look, my wife even ordered a high-end dress specially for you from the Romantic Country!"

Hearing this, Jiang Shiyuan looked at the luxurious golden dress on the tray, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and forced a smile.

"Mother Feng, I'm very happy now!"

But only she herself knew that today was the day when the Battle of Shanghai broke out.

Jiang Shiyuan's heart seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, so heavy that it made her breathless.

She didn't even look forward to her birthday party.

Because she understood that at this moment, in Shanghai and all over China, there were tens of millions of compatriots living in dire straits.

Her father and brother were stationed at the headquarters of the Jiang Family Army in Xicheng and the 67th Army in Yangcheng respectively.

Faced with the ever-changing war situation, they were well prepared and ready for battle at any time.

Even though they were only two or three hundred kilometers apart, they were unable to make it to her 22nd birthday party.

Because they are soldiers, obeying orders and defending the country is their duty.

And it is unknown when the artillery fire of the "August 13" Battle of Shanghai will suddenly explode today.

By then, no one knows how many Chinese soldiers and civilians will die in a pool of blood.

"Second Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Aunt Feng looked at Jiang Shiyuan's pale face and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Aunt Feng, I just..."

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm his uneasy emotions. "I'm just a little worried about my father and brother."

"Master and Young Master are blessed by heaven, so don't worry."

"By the way, Miss Second, you should hurry up and get up and dress up."

"After all, the guests should be arriving one after another at half past ten!"

Jiang Shiyuan nodded, forced himself to wake up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

She in the mirror is still as bright and beautiful as ever.

But there was a hint of sadness and solemnity between his brows that had never been there before.

The shadow of war has quietly enveloped Jiang Shiyuan's heart.

Even today, her twenty-second birthday, could not dispel this heavy haze.