When the award of the Order of Lane was announced, it immediately caused a stir!

For a while, this became the hottest topic in the whole fog, and slowly spread outward, causing a chain reaction.

In the streets, before and after dinner, people are talking about malaria and mosquitoes, and the process of arguing for this study is somewhat dry and difficult to understand, but his research results are easy to understand.

Mosquitoes can transmit malaria.

Then, in the process of preventing and controlling malaria, it is necessary to repel and kill mosquitoes.

In St. Peter's Sanatorium, Hannibal put down the newspaper in his hand and sighed softly.

Obviously, he still has some regret that he didn't get the Order of Lane.

He spoke highly of Dr. Ross's research and was convinced.

Hannibal felt in his pocket, and the gold inside was as heavy as his conscience.

On the eve of the announcement of the Order of Lane, he put all his net worth on the table.

Hannibal bets he won't get the Order of Lane!

In Mr. Luden's words, this is risk hedging.

If Hannibal had been awarded the Order of Lane, the prize money and fame of the medal would have made him a fortune, even if he had lost all his wealth.

If he lost, Hannibal would have to taste defeat as he is now, surrounded by hundreds of pounds, and feel the pain and torment of wealth.

"I still don't understand."

Dr. Gatling also put down the newspaper and said with a sad face,

"Why did they award the Order of Lane to an unknown doctor?"

Gatlin, who was also a doctor, certainly knew the significance of Dr. Ross's discovery.

He was just curious when the committee would have such insight to dig out the real treasure from the vast sea of literature.

The old guys of the Order of Lane Selection Committee are all old, and they are all in the twilight, like the Senate of the Divine State.

According to common sense, it is difficult for these guys to accept new things, let alone have the ability to do so.

It's not scientific!

"Who knows."

Mr. Ludon said leisurely,

"Maybe those guys have suddenly got their hands dirty."

The lord on the side is playing with the golden apple.

He heard that the reward of the Order of Lane was a golden apple, so he made one of the same specifications, if not for anything else, but to play.

The lord said casually,

"I don't care about the Lane Medal, have you noticed, since the Lane Medal was announced, things like mosquito repellent water have been selling very well!

Today my housekeeper is still complaining to me that he only grabbed two bottles of mosquito repellent perfume, and it is said that the order has been lined up for half a year!"

According to the lord, overnight, everything related to mosquitoes went crazy.

Mosquito nets, mosquito repellents, mosquito repellent water, mosquito repellent soaps...

The poor don't care about malaria, they live in the fog, they have drained all their energy and have no time to care about the disease, even if it is really terrible.

What's more, the environment of the fog capital is actually not very prone to malaria.

The wealthy are scrambling to buy everything they need to repel mosquitoes, even though they don't want to take a risk even if they have a low chance of malaria.

Some MPs even proposed to take the initiative to disinfect and repel mosquitoes in major neighborhoods, even in slums!

When their lives are at stake, the conscience of the parliamentarians returns from the belly of the dog.

This bill was quickly passed.

The old men of the fog capital are kind-hearted and can't see the poor being bitten by mosquitoes.

The poor people in Wudu face many difficulties in life, and may die of exhaustion, starvation, and disease...

However, they don't need to worry about dying of malaria.

In this panic buying wave, the prices related to mosquito repellent have risen, and the stock prices of related companies have also skyrocketed!

This may be one of the beginnings of concept stocks in the Fortune Exchange.

Hearing this, Hannibal and Todd turned their eyes to Ludon at the same time.

Hannibal's gaze was particularly complicated, even a little resentful.

They had already guessed what was going on.

Although there is no evidence,

But that's definitely something Mr. Lutdon can do.

Facts aside, isn't Mr. Ludon at fault?

Hannibal said angrily,

"Tonight, Mr. Ludon will have a dinner and invite the best chef in the foggy capital."

Ludon was anxious and shouted loudly,

"Why, I pressed 5 pence for you to get the Order of Lane!"

According to Luden, Hannibal was defeated, and he was even more uncomfortable than Hannibal!

That's 5pence!

Hannibal rolled his eyes and asked rhetorically,

"And how much do you benefit from this?"

"What benefits, I don't understand what you're saying!"

In the face of this baseless slander, Luton protested,

"Are you trying to say that I secretly paid a sum of money to the committee, manipulated the selection of the Order of Lane, and made huge profits from it by laying out related industries in advance?!

Holy Father, how can you speculate on your friend with such malice, my dear Dr. Hannibal!"

Everyone looked at Mr. Ludon helplessly with similar expressions.

The process he described was a little too detailed.

In detail to... It's like it happened!

And, with the understanding of Mr. Ludon's character by all present, this is what he can do!

"I didn't do that!"

Lutdon emphasized,

"How could I possibly stuff the committee with money?!"

In fact, not only did Lutdon not stuff the money, but he even collected a referral fee from the committee.

Dr. Ross's research results were only drowned out by the sea of literature.

As long as this article appears on the committee table, this year's Lane Medal belongs to him.

As everyone had said before, the committee did not tap into Dr. Ross's vision.

Luden has.

The Lane Medal has received a genuine winner, the Commission has received praise and popularity, and Luton has managed to earn a few bad bucks to contribute to the cause of world health.

Win, win, win!

You can all win!

Only the world in which Hannibal and Gatlin were wounded, appeared!

The people who reacted immediately understood that Luden had known about the development of the matter for a long time, but he had never told them!

For a moment, the grumpy Gatlin wanted to hold Gatling in his hand and knock Mr. Ludon out of the way.

In the face of everyone's anger, Ludon raised his hands and said seriously

"Everyone, no matter how much money you make in this carnival, I'm willing to donate!"

Donate?

The lord was the first to express disdain,

"I don't believe it."

He had spent enough time with Mr. Lutdon to make it clear to the Lord what kind of man Mr. Luton was.

Even if he lost 5 pence, Mr. Ludon would pretend to be distressed for a while.

Such a large sum of money, donate?

How can it be!

Todd asked tentatively,

"You mean... When you die, donate the money?"

This is more in line with Mr. Ludon's character.

It's just that Mr. Luden, who donated his inheritance last time, directly donated the Shenbang Republic.

If Mr. Ludon donates an inheritance in the fog...

Little United Kingdom: Danger!

"No, no, no, why don't you have any basic trust in your friends!"

Luden said with dignity and awe,

"By donating, I mean donating immediately, right away, right now, a lot of money! Hundreds of thousands of pounds!"

Hearing this number, everyone gasped.

Even the lord with the ability to make money was a little shocked at this time, Lu Deng actually earned a small goal!

Relying on a mosquito, earn hundreds of thousands of pounds?!

Gatling is already looking for Gatling!

If you don't kill Luden, it's hard to get rid of this hatred!

Only Hannibal heard what Ludon meant, and asked in a deep voice,

"Mr. Luden, what will you use this money for after you donate it?"

Ludon said confidently,

"Send good fortune."

My heart and deeds are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is a blessing!

All:......

Yes, it's very Luden.

According to Luden, he paid the money to set up a pharmaceutical company.

The company will acquire some workshops and factories for the production and sale of drugs.

Of course, the more important task is to develop drugs and treat diseases!

Who wouldn't sell medicine? How much money can I make? How many blessings can I send? What are the core competencies?

What really makes money is the research and development of new drugs to treat diseases!

It sounds like a blessing!

After sketching out his ambition a few times, Ludon looked at everyone and said impassionedly,

"This is a great undertaking, a great ship that has sailed through history, and now, I sincerely invite you to join us on this journey..."

As Ludon spoke, Hannibal buried his head in writing something.

It has to be said that Mr. Ludon is an excellent speaker, both in the Divine State four hundred years ago and in the foggy capital today.

When he turns on the flicker mode, in most cases, the flicker is successful.

Of course, this is not because of how strong Luden's ability to fool is.

But his words can always touch the core interests of the other party.

Ludon can always make a condition that the other party can't refuse.

Just like now, his suggestion deeply touched Gatlin.

If you have enough funds, you can make more money by promoting the "Gatling Machine Gun" as a flagship product of a pharmaceutical company to the market!

Gatlin certainly prefers to work with the likes of Mr. Ludon rather than go it alone.

When Ludon finished flickering, he looked at Hannibal and asked curiously,

"What are you writing?"

"That's right."

Hannibal explained,

"I've noticed that your statements at some point are too pompous, and you're good at provoking emotions and making the audience act irrationally and make judgments..."

Luden: ......

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Luden waved his hand and said generously,

"Don't talk about these slanderous words, so what are you writing about?"

This trait of Luden has long been noticed by everyone.

But what does this have to do with Hannibal burying his head in writing?

Hannibal showed the manuscript paper to the crowd,

"So, I have recorded all that Mr. Lutden has said, removing meaningless modifiers and seditious words, to distill as much as possible the core of what he said."

What else can you do?

Everyone looked curiously at the manuscript paper, 99% of the content on it was crossed out by Hannibal with a horizontal line, which was nonsense.

From Luden's speech just now, Hannibal summed up a sentence:

"Come and be cheap labor for me!"

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