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"Mr. Gibson, when will you stop the loss! When will Pfizer-SmithKline be profitable again? ”

Gibson braced his forehead exhausted, subjected to a series of endless sharp tortures from the board.

"Your silence, can I understand that during your tenure, Pfizer-SmithKline and no longer be able to make a profit?!" The board members asked mercilessly.

"In the current environment, it's not easy to make a profit! The federal government has been watching the extent to which Pfizer-SmithKline will comply with the Gene Ban Act! Most of the profitable genetic drugs were forcibly discontinued. Pfizer-SmithKline is in a difficult situation right now. Please understand what I can do now is how to stop the loss! ”

"And how long will it take you to stop losing money and achieve the 'ambitious' goal you have set for yourself?" The board didn't have the patience to give Gibson time and kept asking causticly. Gibson took a deep breath and felt that in the eyes of the capitalists, no one cared who the president was. In their opinion, there are only two kinds of people, those who can make money for them, and those who can't make money for them.

"Tomorrow." Said the man sitting at the end of the seat across from the meeting. Everyone looked sideways, and the virtual members of the video-connected meeting who weren't present also stood up with their sideways.

"Tomorrow will be profitable." Kurt raised his hand and said calmly. But no one is silent, which is not realistic.

"I appreciate your optimism." Gibson sneered.

"Yes, Pfizer-SmithKline is lacking in optimism right now. But I don't just have the spirit, I have the action. "Kurt didn't stop without support." Ladies and gentlemen, whether Pfizer-SmithKline can continue to be profitable does not depend on time, but on the candidates. Not only does time have nothing to do with profit, but it will even take Pfizer-SmithKline away. Kurt stood up and looked at a circle of voting board members. Gibson suddenly felt the fierce eyes around him.

"What kind of plan can you come up with?" Someone asked, naïve, but greedily.

"Pfizer-SmithKline is a company that started with biotechnology. Without technology, it is naturally equivalent to self-destruction of both hands, and nothing can be done. Now Mr. Gibson, he has stopped investing in biological research and development, thinking that it is a money-saving method. On the other hand, he has the exclusive monopoly of PfizerSmithKline Group, which can affect the future of the world's great biotechnology on the shelf. His approach is to let a great biotechnology company like Pfizer-SmithKline slowly bleed and die by itself! ”

"And what do you want to do, Kurt! Unleash the technology in the biobank? to challenge the laws of the federal government? Are you trying to bury Pfizer-SmithKline with your hands?! Gibson said with a grim look.

"Once upon a time, when Mr. Greenpan was still alive, his name could dictate federal health laws. With the great Pfizer SmithKline behind him, he can influence the gene bill with his single-handedness. But now, the gene bill can crush the Pfizer-SmithKline group created by Mr. Green. What does this mean? Gentlemen, it's man-made! ”

"You're risking the assets of the board! You won't get a trusted Kurt! Gibson said in a tough tone. He has seen that no one on the board of directors, which has the power to decide the president, has shown any opposition to Cotter. They are not against the single-plank adventure, but only against a giant corporation that cannot make a profit.

"I'm certainly not stupid enough to challenge federal law with Pfizer-SmithKline. However, the federal government is not monolithic. Use our technology to the limit and find new ways. I don't think my friends in the federal and state governments will object to that. I think the last thing I and you want is when we are tied down by the bill, and our competitors, the giants that have the government to take care of, Novartis Roche, Takeda Bayer, can take advantage of the loopholes and make a lot of money. Kort's hint sent the meeting members to whisper to each other.

"The ultimate goal, of course, is to break the gene bill and bring PfizerSmithKline back to its glory. This anti-intellectual bill that goes against the times deserves to be eliminated! There are many ways to selectively sponsor and promote positive biotech news and complain about the unreasonableness of the bill. I believe that with the capital of Pfizer-SmithKline, it will not take long to break the barriers of the bill and turn Pfizer-SmithKline into profits. ”

"Everyone, it's up to you. It is to wait for death in a regular manner, so that the great biological crystallization company will slowly disappear in history; Or do it now, get through the darkness, and crawl towards the dawn? The decision is yours, distinguished gentlemen. Kurt glanced at Gibson, who was sitting in the president's seat, full of uneasiness, and secretly proud. Moreover, I think that in terms of how to use Pfizer-SmithKline's biotechnology to break through the bill, I now have more Pfizer-SmithKline-only technology than that mediocre gentleman. He pointed to the acting president in the middle.

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Outside the airport. A strong sailing currents disturbed the palm trees at the edges. A black limousine is parked on the side of the airport's welcome boulevard.

"I thought you'd be treated at a higher level." Rabao followed An Ran and walked out of the airport, "Brother Gongzi, how come it is that as soon as you arrive in the United States, you will become a wage earner like me." ”

An Ran was expressionless, he came to the United States "on order". The man in front of the black Jaguar sedan blocked Enron. Enron glanced at the man with an auxiliary chip. Suits and sunglasses have said a lot about his profession. He was the contact person for the academy to tell him about safety. An Ran scanned his iris, and the abnormal data far exceeded that of normal people.

"You're Roy?" Enron saw the fake identity advertised in front of his suit.

"Get in the car, Mr. Winter Silence knows you're here." Roy said, glancing.

"Did Mr. Winter Lonely send you? I want to see him. Enron and Rabao sat in the car, and the man handed him a video projection with a capture of his physiological data.

"You won't be able to see Mr. Winter Silence yet. He's busy, and after a while, he'll come to you, and me. ”

"What is this? What do you mean? Rabao turned on the video projection. What I saw was a man who was surrounded and came up to the stage to give a speech.

"It's the goal of your trip. Mr. Winter Silence wants you to cooperate with me to complete it. ”

"Who is he?" An Ran glanced at the man in the video, and the task given to them by the academy was naturally to kill this man. But it certainly won't be easy. When the angle of view switched to precise infrared thermal imaging, Enron found that several people in the first row of the audience showed thermal images at different temperatures from the rest of the audience. The footage then becomes blurry, and security guards approach the photographer. This group of very people is clearly his talisman. From the materials collected so far, it seems that Enron understands that there is a powerful biohacking force protecting him. Enron immediately understood that these people were very powerful biohackers who could perceive almost any electronic device. They build all-round invisible protection for the men on stage that cannot be seen by the line of sight. Umbrella.

"The future president of the United States. A president who is not liked by super-Homo sapiens. ”

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