Chapter 100: Drugs

On the night the news came out, angry shareholders crowded outside the door of Fengya Bank, venting their emotions.

Coral Sea Company stocks, pit a lot of people.

Of course, in the matter of the Fortune Exchange, everyone is willing to gamble and lose, and will not say much.

Even if you lose, you can cut your little thumb or go directly to the rooftop, choosing one of the two.

But!

According to the news, the top management of Coral Sea Company has long known the inside story of the company, and they also know that such a scam will last for a long time.

They made a lot of money by issuing shares, and they also made a lot of money by reducing their stock holdings.

But there must be a place to save all this money, right?

The executives of Coral Sea Company have found the most reliable bank in the fog capital - Fengya Bank!

Things have come to this point, and it's quite understandable.

After all, Fengya Bank is open to do business, and high-quality customers with cash come to the door, and it is impossible to take the initiative to refuse the other party.

However, the board of directors of Coral Sea Company and the board of directors of Fengya Bank had close contacts, and they had frequent contacts, and even told each other the actual situation of the company.

And the board of directors of Fengya Bank cleared the shares of Coral Sea Company in their hands before the stock price plummeted!

If the news is true all the reports. Then the nature of the matter is different!

It's a dirty insider deal!

Fonya Bank has played an extremely disgraceful role in it!

The next day, before Fengya Bank could refute the rumors, the agency responsible for supervising the bank and the Fortune Exchange sent a letter asking whether the relevant situation was true.

The captain of the security team even visited the house in person, asking the board members to assist in the investigation and testify in court if necessary.

In the witness of the Holy Father, if he gives false testimony, he will be stripped of his title and property and sent to the island.

To be honest. That might as well be perjury.

Angry people will tear board members to shreds, and there will be no scum left!

The terrified board members are concerned about only one thing - how will this farce end?

Several high-ranking old nobles entered the palace overnight, prostrate at the feet of His Majesty, snot and tears, begging for His Majesty's forgiveness and mercy.

They would rather give the bank both hands to the king than cheapen the barbarian Luden!

Luden, who was the attacker, did not play the king card.

On the contrary, it was the old nobles on the defensive side who took the lead and played the king card.

Nor could the king really take the bank.

In that case, it will be too ugly and will affect the confidence of the market.

The life or death of a bank is of no importance to the old king.

He has great ambitions, he wants to build a big empire, the territory of the empire is spread all over the world, and on the territory of the empire, the sun never sets.

If the bank is taken over, it is easy for the emerging banking industry to die violently.

The old king would not have done such a thing, at least not now.

He tolerated the crimes of these nobles, had his bureaucrats issue a fine that was not severe, and had already banned the Bank from some business as punishment.

At the same time, Fengya Bank wants to give a part of the equity to the company, to be precise, to hand over control to the company.

Since Ludon wanted this bank, he naturally had a use.

His Majesty the King can give not much of a gift, one more is one.

After all, since the establishment of the company, the biggest financier is neither Luden nor many customers in the international market.

Rather, it was a count named Dracula, who customized various medical services in the company.

Count Dracula's money, it's like it's not spent!

Every time Albert completes a commission to solve a physiological problem for the other party, the next commission is not long in coming!

Over the years, the institute has continued to expand, but it is still difficult to keep up with the needs of the other party.

Hannibal sometimes joked that if Count Dracula died, they couldn't afford such a huge R&D overhead!

Fortunately, Count Dracula is still very young and will not die for the time being.

As for the executives of the Coral Sea Company, they were severely fined a sum of money and then deported within a certain period of time.

It's just that the shareholders can't figure it out.

The Coral Sea Company deceived everyone and swept away everyone's money.

The king fined the Coral Sea Company and the money went into the king's pocket again.

Doesn't that mean that the king cheated everyone out of their money?

When scammed, these people are victims.

When the scammer is punished, the fine does not reach the victim.

I always feel that something is wrong, and I can't say it.

In short, this farce, in the midst of people's anger, ended like this.

Anyway, the anger will always go away or remain in people's hearts in another form.

The king doesn't care.

On this day, Albert and Hannibal, as usual, were doing their jobs at the institute.

Albert was more R&D, and Hannibal was more interested in human experimentation.

An assistant is reporting to the two,

"We currently have two directions for this chronic disease.

The first direction is that the disease can be completely cured, and it is estimated that the research and development time will be shorter and the cost will be lower.

The second direction is to develop specific drugs for alleviating the disease, which is more expensive and takes longer to develop."

Hannibal is a little strange,

"Can't you do both?"

For companies, whether the outside world is depressed or not will not affect them.

Even if the milk is poured into the river in barrels and barrels, the people of the company also have fresh milk to drink.

Provided that they are not made redundant.

Albert explains,

"We need to pay attention to the ratio of R&D investment to output, there are many R&D projects today, although there are many patients with this disease, but most of the patients are poor"

According to Albert, these patients are much more prevalent than the wealthy due to the poor living conditions.

Hannibal nodded slightly, understanding what the other party meant,

"Then let's directly develop a curative drug."

"Nope."

Albert looked at his assistant and commanded,

"Concentrate on making delayed drugs and find ways to reduce the unit price of drugs."

After the assistant left, Hannibal looked at Albert with puzzled eyes,

"Albert, you've never been so strange, what made you make this decision?"

"What decision?"

Albert was a little dazed and asked,

"Do you mean to make delaying drugs? The cost of drug development and production is not the same, and if you want to be completely cured, the cost of a single serving of the drug will be as high as 5 shillings, and it will take a long time to take the drug to be effective.

What family do you think can take medicine for 5 shillings in one go? ”

Their patients are poor and may earn only one day's worth of medicine for a week's work.

For them, a respite is more valuable than a cure.

"This"

Hannibal didn't expect that Albert's angle of thinking about the problem would be this angle!

Albert asked rhetorically, "Dr. Hannibal, what do you think I'm doing?" ”

"Ahem. I've been with that guy from Ludon for too long lately, you know."

Hannibal was a little ashamed, sighed, and said frankly,

"I thought you wanted to make more money by selling drugs for a long time, rather than helping people take care of their diseases."

(End of chapter)