"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 every day, providing hope for recovery to 120,000 people. Our
Products are in short supply in the market, and even though we have stated many times that drugs will be continuously produced, it is still inevitable that products will appear on the black market."
Walking in a pharmaceutical factory in West Mexico, Wang Xu looked through the glass window at the busy scientists in white and listened to Walter's report.
Walter is his old assistant. He has been with him for more than three years since he came to the United States. His ability deserves recognition.
Wang Xu is busy with cultivation on weekdays. For business management, he can only find spokespersons in various aspects, and Walter is the spokesperson in reality.
On weekdays, Walter is responsible for managing the factory and dealing with the outside world as the CEO.
To this day, when it comes to anti-cancer drugs, not many people know about Wang Xu, and very few don't know about Walter.
Even the American Times magazine chose him as a cover character, calling him one of the twenty most influential Americans in the past century.
"The black market is born for demand. If there is demand, the black market is inevitable. Compared with this, I am more concerned about how governments of various countries view specific anti-cancer drugs." Wang Xu stopped, his face became more serious than ever before, and whispered: "
I will never allow governments of various countries to profit from specific anti-cancer drugs and turn them into drugs that only the rich can enjoy."
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Walter lowered his head slightly and whispered: "Europe and the United States can still guarantee it, but in some areas of Asia, Africa, and some countries in South America, our medicine can only be enjoyed by the privileged class. Especially in Africa, wars, ethnic vendettas,
Militarism is rampant, and even the pressure from the United Nations is useless, and the situation cannot be opened in a short time."
"Africa!" Wang Xu closed his eyes and thought for a while, then replied: "Lower the price of drugs in Asia and Africa. We produce a box of anti-cancer drugs at a cost price no different from producing a box of cold medicine. Fight with them
In a price war, when the purchase price of medicines becomes the same as that of cold medicines, there will naturally be no monopoly."
Hearing such words, Walter hesitated to speak, as if he had something to say.
Wang Xu didn't like playing riddles, so he waved his hand to indicate that he could speak.
Walter was not pretentious. He thought about it seriously and replied: "Boss, with all due respect, your thinking is too one-sided. In a chaotic land, there are no effective laws. In some small places, the president can be changed every three days or two.
, even the news is too lazy to report that food is a problem in these places, and unless you can make medicines free, even spending a penny will be unaffordable for some families."
Walter is not optimistic about the concept of lowering prices to benefit the poor, because the poor in Africa are different from the poor we imagine.
They have no money, not even a penny, because governments change frequently and currencies are repeatedly printed. Today's money is tomorrow's paper, and only bullets are hard currency.
A piece of bread costs two bullets, a portion of barbecue costs thirty bullets, and even drinking water can be sold for one bullet per bucket.
Some small tribes of Africans will collect bullet casings and use them as money for transactions with each other, even at weddings and funerals.
You said medical treatment, sorry, but for people living in this kind of place, medical treatment and hospitals are really far away.
Many people died on battlefields and conflicts before diseases could take away their lives. Unless there is humanitarian medical assistance, even if you ask for a penny, these scumbags won't be able to come up with it.
"Then it's free. Our profits in Europe and the United States are enough to subsidize other regions for free." Wang Xu made a decision directly. He did not expect the special medicine to make money, as long as it could be maintained.
After all, the earth and modern times are his home. As a time traveler, Wang Xu cannot do anything for his hometown, and his time travel is a failure.
As the saying goes, a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own old nest.
When money reaches a certain level, it's just a change in numbers and decimal points. Just like for Bill Gates, one trillion is no different from one hundred billion. Anyway, he won't be able to spend it all in ten lifetimes.
Wang Xu has world-defying supplies and has little concept of money.
He does not regard the anti-cancer drug factory as a means of making money, but rather as a charity fund whose purpose is to benefit all mankind. Whether it makes money or not is secondary.
If the formula is not handed over for sure, it will only make the price more confusing. Wang Xu may even learn from Truss.
Truss himself was very poor, but he refused to allow the alternating current patent to be charged. For this reason, he did not hesitate to incur high debts and did not use alternating current to make profits.
Wang Xu didn't care about patents. The only reason why he didn't hand over the formula and let each country produce it on their own was because he firmly believed that his own production and sales would benefit mankind more than handing over the formula.
Currently, more than thirty large pharmaceutical companies are being established around the world, all of which will produce cheap, affordable anti-cancer drugs.
Wang Xu believes that with his efforts, mankind can bid farewell to cancer and treat cancer as cheaply as treating a cold.
"Any questions?" Wang Xu walked from one end of the factory to the other. He saw what he should see and planned to go back and continue practicing.
Walter nodded slightly, took a few documents from the secretary, and said: "Boss, there are more than sixty world-class universities that invite you to give a speech. There are thirty-two universities that appoint you as a lifetime honorary president, and I hope
Build a statue for you. Also, Mr. Secretary-General of the United Nations, I would like to have dinner with you to discuss how to serve all mankind. The President of the United States, the Queen of Great Britain, and the Prime Minister of France jointly extend an invitation to you, hoping that "
"Okay!" Before he finished reading the rest, Wang Xu interrupted Walter with a wave of his hand and refused: "I don't like those, so there's no need to read them anymore."
"OK!"
Walter put the documents away, paying attention to Wang Xu's face, and whispered: "One last point, China invites you to return to China for inspection. Are you interested in this?"
Wang Xu is Chinese, and the way he came to the United States was not glorious. This is not a secret at the moment.
After repeated discussions, the Chinese government officially sent an invitation letter without mentioning the previous events. This is undoubtedly a signal of relaxation.
Walter felt that Wang Xu could ignore the American president, but he might not refuse the country where he was born.
"Refuse for me, I am no longer myself, what else can I do if I go back?" Wang Xu did not choose to go back. His patriotism was put into action, not an empty verbal promise.
Special anti-cancer drugs have the lowest charging standards in China and are also given the highest priority in supply.
He has done everything he can do. It doesn't make any difference whether he goes back to his country or not. What will happen if he goes back.
Participate in corporate ribbon-cuttings, take photos with college students, or accompany politicians to talk rhetorically on TV.
Those are not what Wang Xu likes. He has never been a high-profile person, and he has no idea of going back to show off his power once he becomes powerful.
"Okay, boss, I will resign for you." Wang Xu's sophistication and simplicity were very mysterious in Walter's eyes. During this time, he often read some Taoist comments and felt that his boss might be a hermit master in Taoism.
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Otherwise, why would a young man in his twenties not show off his wealth and squander his youth on beautiful cars and beautiful women?
Wang Xu didn't know what Walter was thinking. Maybe if he knew it, he would smile slightly and shake his head indifferently.
In this life, there are countless pursuits and countless enjoyments.
Walter believes that the enjoyment of life is a car and a beautiful woman, but Wang Xu believes that the enjoyment is quiet practice and feeling the internal strength in the body increase little by little.
In fact, cultivation can be addictive. You will become stronger as your inner strength circulates around. This feeling is particularly fascinating.
If someone asked him what it feels like to practice, Wang Xu would answer that it is a kind of enjoyment, a dual enjoyment of spirit and body, which is supreme.