Report me for selling fake medicine? Why are you crying when your illness relapses?

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Zhang San has been beaten so many times since he was a child that he probably can't even count them all.

He actually dares to say such things now. Maybe he wants to enjoy a special childhood treatment again.

"What am I afraid of? I'm doing this for my dad's sake."

"He's so touched, how could he possibly hit me?"

"It's not really his fault. He's just getting older, so it's inevitable that he's not up to his job. It's normal."

Zhang San looked fearless and became more and more courageous, and Chen Xuan could hardly hold back.

If his father heard these words, he would be so angry.

"It's mainly because I have no other choice. I can't express my suffering."

"He only has me as his son, and he keeps forcing me to inherit the family business. Not only that, but he also wants me to start from the bottom."

"I'm a playboy, and he actually wants me to work as a waiter in a hotel. Isn't that outrageous?"

When Zhang San said this, he suddenly became resentful.

Inheriting the family business is not a problem, but starting from the grassroots level is a big problem.

In other words, starting from the grassroots level is not a problem, but starting as a waiter is a big problem.

This is not training him at all, this is simply looking for an opportunity to take revenge on him.

"I can understand your feelings and what you mean."

"But how does this relate to this drug?"

Chen Xuan smiled and said that he would take what Zhang San said as true.

But even if it is true, these are two different things and cannot be connected at all.

"How can this not matter? This is a huge deal."

"My father only has me as his son, so he puts all his efforts on me."

"But if he has a second child, he'll focus on the second child. Then I can just be a leisurely prince, right? What a comfortable life that would be."

"If his health is still good, he can have a second child. Then he will focus on having a second child and won't have the energy to bother me, his eldest son. Hahahaha..."

At the end of his speech, Zhang San seemed to be thinking of something beautiful and let out a series of evil laughs.

In order to live a good life, he put a lot of thought into it and tried every possible way to achieve it.

He even forgot that his father was just a lie.

Chen Xuan...

He was really speechless.

The ideas of this filial son are really different from others, and he can't follow his train of thought at all.

This guy is so filial, does his father know? Does his mother know?

If the two knew, would they do a mixed doubles match as husband and wife?

"Brother Xuan, do you still have the medicine you gave me last time?"

"I think you could do more research on this drug, and it would be best if you could mass-produce it."

"Of course, I'm not doing this for myself... Ugh... I'm just thinking about my dad and so many other men around the world."

"Think about how many people in this world need this kind of medicine? Especially the elderly, they really don't have the energy to afford it!"

Zhang San said with deep affection, "Brother Xuan, this market is huge. If we can take it over, I can't even imagine how much money we can make."

In order to get Chen Xuan's help, he even made big promises.

Vividly describe how big the market for this drug is and how staggering the profits will be.

When he was excited, he even wanted to make the decision for Chen Xuan and make this drug the key research and development target of Antai Pharmaceutical Group in the future.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but shake his head at this.

However, he also admitted what Zhang San said, that this kind of medicine is indeed in great demand.

Countries around the world need this drug, and the need is urgent. The consumption is particularly high, but the corresponding competitiveness is also particularly great.

It is because the profits are so huge that all pharmaceutical companies want to get a piece of the pie, and various competitive products are pouring out, which makes some drugs not so profitable.