"After more than half a year of hard work, with the support of the government and the United Nations Health Organization, our anti-cancer drug factory has been put into production, with the capacity to produce 360,000 boxes of specific drugs per day, providing hope for 120,000 people to recover. Our products are in short supply in the market, and even though we have stated many times that drugs will continue to be produced, we still can't avoid the emergence of products in the black market. ”

Walking in the pharmaceutical factory in West Meco, Wang Xu looked through the glass window at the busy scientists in white and listened to Walter's report.

Walter is his old assistant, since he came to the United States, he has followed him for more than three years in a blink of an eye, and his own ability is worthy of recognition.

Wang Xu is busy with cultivation on weekdays, and for business management, he can only find spokespersons in various planes, and Walter is the spokesperson in reality.

On weekdays, Walter manages the plant and deals with the outside world as CEO.

Today, when it comes to anti-cancer drugs, there are few people who know Wang Xu, but very few people don't know Walter.

Even the American Imperialist Times magazine chose him as the cover character, saying that he was one of the 20 most influential American imperialists in the past 100 years.

"The black market is born for demand, and where there is demand, the black market is inevitable. Compared with this, I am more concerned about how governments and anti-cancer drugs are treated. Wang Xu stopped, his face was unprecedentedly serious, and he whispered: "I will never allow governments to make profits with anti-cancer drugs and turn them into medicines that only the rich can enjoy." ”

"This..."

Walter bowed his head slightly and whispered: "Europe and the United States can still guarantee it, but in some regions of Asia and Africa, as well as some countries in South America, our medicine is currently only enjoyed by the privileged class. Especially in Africa, where wars, ethnic vendettas, and militarism are rampant, even the pressure of the United Nations is useless, and the situation cannot be opened up in a short period of time. ”

"Africa!" Wang Xu closed his eyes and thought about it, and replied: "Lowering the price of drugs in Asia and Africa, we produce a box of anti-cancer drugs, and the cost price is no different from the production of a box of cold medicines." Fight a price war with them, and when the purchase price of medicine becomes the same as that of cold medicine, there will naturally be no monopoly. ”

Hearing this, Walter stopped talking, as if he had something to say.

Wang Xu didn't like to play dumb riddles, so he waved his hand to signal that he could speak.

Walter was not hypocritical, thought about it for a while, and replied: "Boss, with all due respect, you are thinking too one-sidedly, in a chaotic place, there is no effective law. In some small places, the president changes in three days and two days, and even the news is too lazy to broadcast, and eating in these places is a problem, unless you can make the medicine free, otherwise even if it costs a penny, it will be unaffordable for some families. ”

Walter is not optimistic about the notion that lowering prices will benefit the poor, because the poor in Africa are not the same as we imagine the poor.

They have no money, not a penny, because of the constant change of government, the repeated printing of money, today's money is tomorrow's paper, and only bullets are hard currency.

A piece of bread has two bullets, a roast meat has thirty bullets, and even drinking water can be sold for a barrel of one bullet.

Some Africans in small tribes will collect bullet casings and trade them with each other, even for weddings and funerals.

You say healing, sorry, for people living in such a place, medical care and hospitals are too far away.

Many people died on the battlefield and in the conflict before they had time to be killed by the disease, unless humanitarian medical assistance, you will pay a penny, and these black corn millet will not be able to take it.

"Then it's free, our profits in Europe and the United States are enough to subsidize other regions in a free way." Wang Xu made a decision directly, he didn't expect the special effect drug to make money, as long as it could be maintained.

The earth and the modern age, after all, is his homeland, Wang Xu, as a traverser, can't do something for his hometown, and his crossing is too much of a failure.

The so-called golden nest and silver nest are not as good as their own nest.

Money has reached a certain level, but it is just a change in numbers and decimal points, just like for Bill Gates, a trillion is no different from 100 billion, and he can't spend it in ten lifetimes anyway.

Wang Xu has supplies against the world, and he has very little concept of money.

He does not regard the anti-cancer drug factory as a means of making money, but only as a charitable fund, the purpose of which is to benefit all mankind, and whether to make money or not is only secondary.

If it is not confirmed to hand over the formula, it will only make the price more confusing, and Wang Xu will even learn from Truss.

Truss herself is poor, but she refuses to let AC patents be charged, and for this reason she does not hesitate to go into debt and do not use AC to make profits.

Wang Xu doesn't care about any patents, the only reason why he didn't hand over the formula and let the countries produce it themselves is because he firmly believes that his own production is selling, and it will benefit mankind more than handing over the formula.

At present, there are more than 30 large pharmaceutical companies in the world, all of which will produce cheap, affordable anti-cancer drugs.

Wang Xu believes that with his efforts, human beings can say goodbye to cancer, and the treatment of cancer is as cheap as the treatment of a cold.

"Still have questions?" Walking from one end of the factory to the other, Wang Xu also saw what he should have seen, and planned to go back to continue his cultivation.

Walter nodded slightly, took a few documents from his secretary's hand, and said, "Boss, there are more than sixty world-class universities that invite you to give a speech. There are thirty-two universities that have appointed you honorary presidents for life and want to build statues for you. And, Mr. Secretary-General of the United Nations, I would like to have dinner with you and discuss how we can serve humanity. The President of the United States Imperialism, the Queen of Great Britain, and the Prime Minister of France, jointly extend an invitation to you, hoping that..."

"That's it!" Before the rest of the reading was finished, Wang Xu waved his hand to interrupt Walter's words and refused: "I don't like those, I don't need to read it anymore." ”

"Okay!"

Walter put away the documents, paid attention to Wang Xu's face, and whispered: "There is one last point, Huaxia invited you to return to China for inspection, are you interested in this?" ”

It is not a secret that Wang Xu is a Chinese, and the way he came to the United States is not glorious.

After repeated discussions, the Chinese government officially sent an invitation letter and never mentioned the previous incident, which was undoubtedly a signal of relief.

Walter felt that Wang Xu could ignore the president of the United States, but he might not refuse to the country he came from.

"Refuse for me, I'm no longer me, what else can I do when I go back?" Wang Xu did not choose to go back, his patriotism is to act, not empty verbal promises.

Anti-cancer drugs are the lowest in China and the most prioritized.

He has done everything he can do, and it makes no difference whether he returns to China or not, but what can he do if he goes back.

Participate in corporate ribbon cutting, take photos with college students, or accompany politicians to boast on TV.

Those are not what Wang Xu likes, he has never been a high-profile person, and he does not have the idea of going back to show off his power once he gains power.

"Okay boss, I'll quit for you." Wang Xu's deep dwelling is very mysterious in Walter's eyes, and during this time he often reads some Taoist remarks and feels that his boss may be a hermit master in Taoism.

Otherwise, how could a young man in his twenties not show off his wealth and squander his youth with a fragrant car beauty.

Wang Xu didn't know what Walter thought, maybe he would smile slightly if he knew, and shook his head indifferently.

In this life, there are countless pursuits and enjoyments.

Walter thinks that the enjoyment of life is the beauty of the fragrant car, but the enjoyment that Wang Xu thinks is the quiet cultivation, feeling the increase of the internal force in the body little by little.

In fact, cultivation is addictive, and the feeling of internal force becoming a little stronger after wandering around is particularly fascinating.

If someone asked him what it was like to cultivate, Wang Xu would answer that it was a kind of enjoyment, the dual enjoyment of spirit and body, supreme.