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

"You may not know this, but the reason Brother Xuan developed this drug was all because of me."

Zhang San leaned against a very flashy pink sports car, looking smug.

There were many reporters surrounding him, but these were the reporters who were unable to get in.

There is a certain threshold for media reporters to be invited, and not every reporter can enter.

The media that received the invitation were basically well-known large media outlets. Some small media outlets, or reporters from self-media, had no chance of getting in at all.

So, they could only wait for the latest news outside the base.

Coincidentally, Zhang San arrived at the Antai Pharmaceutical Base at this time and was targeted by these reporters.

He was in a very good mood at the moment, so he didn't mind answering some questions.

"At that time, I suddenly had an idea and felt that the market was so huge."

"So I strongly urged Brother Xuan to develop drugs in this area, which will definitely bring about a huge market."

"But I didn't expect him to actually adopt this suggestion and develop it in such a short time. I can only say that he is worthy of being my brother. He truly deserves the title of genius scientist."

Zhang San's tone was full of pride and complacency.

Ever since he learned that Chen Xuan had developed a drug to treat a certain functional disorder, he became extremely excited.

He also firmly believed that the latter developed this drug because of his previous suggestion.

When he thought of this, he felt as if he was also participating in the research, and he felt elated.

It’s no wonder he thought so, it was just such a coincidence.

This suggestion was just made not long ago, and Chen Xuan immediately revealed this drug.

If Chen Xuan didn't do it on purpose, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"Mr. Zhang!"

"You said you made the suggestion to Mr. Chen, so how did you come up with this drug?"

"Don't tell me you have this need at such a young age?"

At this time, a young reporter suddenly asked.

This question made everyone else laugh.

After all, if this is a suggestion that Zhang San specifically made to Chen Xuan, then it is very likely that there is such a need.

If he didn't have this need, how could he have thought of this medicine?

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they thought that he was still so young and already needed to use this kind of medicine.

As soon as this question came out, the smile on Zhang San's face suddenly stopped.

Only now did he realize that he was too happy too early.

This kind of thing can easily lead people to misunderstand him.

Ahem, it really was a misunderstanding.

And the misunderstanding is huge. If everyone thinks this way, where will his face be? How will he pick up girls in the future?

If everyone thinks he is good-looking but useless, which girl would be willing to be with him in the future?

How can we develop into in-depth cooperation?

"Hahaha, this reporter is so mean."

"I didn't expect that Chen Xuan's friend, so young, already needs to use this kind of medicine."

"Zhang San is a playboy to begin with, spending every day with women. His body has long been drained. It's normal for him to need this kind of medicine now."

"Young Master Zhang: Damn it, I was so busy showing off that I forgot about this."

"We are all men, we all understand, we all understand, even if this kind of medicine is needed, it's no big deal. This is an illness, there is no need to avoid treatment."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're already not good at such a young age. I wonder how much you're doing in private. Unlike me, who keeps herself clean."

"It's hard to believe that a gentleman like Chen Xuan can be such good friends with a playboy. This friendship is really unreasonable."

The onlookers all laughed.

Everyone thought that Zhang San needed this kind of medicine.