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"Now tell me again, what use is the drug your R&D department has developed over these years?"

"What use is it to the company?"

"I..."

The R&D staff member standing in front of the screen was, for a moment, somewhat at a loss for words. He wanted to say that the drug they had developed really was groundbreaking; it could cure diseases that were previously incurable, which was truly impressive and represented progress in research and development.

But...

After what the leader had said, it seemed like the drug really wasn't that useful.

Although he didn't want to admit it, with only 600,000 in his pocket, he definitely wouldn't spend that money to save his father, who had been petrified for two years.

Even if he could save his father, what would be the point? Without that money, his whole life would be ruined. What would he do?

"Don't lose heart."

President Wang, leaning back in his chair, suddenly smiled: "The drug your team has developed is still very good. It's just not a very profitable one, but that doesn't mean it isn't groundbreaking."

"We just need to change the approach."

"First, we need to clarify one point."

"If your father has had petrification disease for two years and your mother for one month, and you had to save one of them, who would you save? Your mother, right?"

"There's no question about that."

"Every affection fades over time, whether it's familial love or romantic love. It's all the same."

"For a person with 'Petrification Syndrome,' from the initial slow cognition to full-body rigor, it only takes one week from the early stages to the late stages. This speed is extremely terrifying, and nearly ninety-nine percent of people who find out they are sick are already in the late stages."

"Even if discovered in the early stages, this disease cannot be cured, only the arrival of the late stages can be delayed. It is a complete and absolute terminal illness."

"Do you understand what this means?"

President Wang spoke with profound meaning: "This means that the people who are willing to pay for this drug tend to not be the patients themselves, but the patient's family. This is a very important point."

"It's like K12 education, which although serves children, the ones paying are the parents. So, is the main purpose of K12 education to help children improve their grades? Not exactly. The primary goal is to satisfy the parents' vanity, that comical and foolish pride they get from investing a lot into their children."

"When you're a K12 education salesperson, once you understand this point, you can make good sales."

"It's the same with our drug."

"So the price must be lowered. A price of 600,000 will keep ninety-nine percent of people out, and having an effect after just one dose is also a foolish approach. None of our company's drugs work after just one dose."

"Do you know which kind of drug the company likes the most?"

"Those that require long-term administration, ones that work only with continued use—stop taking them and you die. These kinds of drugs are the company's favorites."

"Change from one dose to long-term use, with each pill costing only 1,000 yuan. Just by taking one pill, a father suffering from 'Petrification Disease' will be able to return to normal."

"Believe me."

President Wang leaned back in his chair, casually draping his arms over the table, smiling: "Human nature may be incredibly fragile, but when the cost is not too high, it can still be extremely touching. Most people are willing to spend 1,000 yuan to have their fathers, struck with petrification, return to normal."

"But one pill will only allow for a normal state for 24 hours. If not taken again after 24 hours, the patient will revert to their petrified state."

"But this is still not the best way to profit."

"We can reprice the drug. The cost for the first pill will be just 10 credit points, then the price will gradually increase, until it reaches 1,000 credit points per pill six months later."

"In these six months, that's enough time to restore the relationships between family members like before, and losing what they regained will only deepen their bonds."

"At that point, even if their financial ability is insufficient, it will be hard for them to give up on a loved one they've grown close to again, especially not just watching on as their loved one, which is a completely different feeling from having a family member who has been lying on the sickbed for two years."

"I want those patients to become parasites, forcing their families to work for us for a lifetime. I want to suck their blood for a lifetime. That's what makes a good drug."

"Thirty thousand a month, three hundred thousand a year; we'll break even in two years."

"After two years, it's all profit."

"Trust me, the profit from this method will definitely be higher than that of a quick-fix solution, and we can extract even more benefits from high-value customers. Do you understand?"

"Now, go back and do some more research."

"I don't want to see any more of these instant cures; I only want to see medication that requires long-term use."

"While an instant cure may be good for patients, it means nothing to the company."

"What's wrong?"

President Wang, with a satisfied expression, picked up a cup of coffee and looked at the horrified and shocked faces of the R&D staff, chuckling lightly, "Shocked, aren't you?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But the R&D staff member simply lifted a trembling hand to point outside the window, his face full of terror.

"Hmm?"

President Wang took a sip of his coffee and nonchalantly turned to look out the window, "Is there an event at the company tonight? The fireworks sure are plentiful, quite a sight..."

But the very next second—

He too stood frozen in shock, horror written all over his face!!!

Outside the window, somehow, a monolith had appeared, and atop it stood a man holding an assault rifle, wildly firing at the glass of his office. Although the bullets didn't penetrate the glass, they shook the office incessantly!

He had always assumed the tremors in his office were caused by the fireworks outside, never imagining someone was attacking!

Damn it, his office was at the top floor of the company building, hundreds of meters high. How could a monolith just appear at that altitude? The entire company building was a Supernatural Prop with formidable defenses.

That was why his glass hadn't shattered immediately.

But it seemed like it wouldn't hold much longer.

"Run!!!"

President Wang, snapping back to reality without a moment's hesitation, leaped from his chair and frantically raced out of the office.

Just then.

"Clang."

A somewhat crisp sound rang out, and the glass shattered. With the collapse of his office window, the building's defense seemed to be instantly halved, as torrents of gunfire and bullets flooded wildly into every room.

The numerous screams of agony, amidst the hail of gunshots, seemed so insignificant.

And at that moment—

As time slipped away, nearly a thousand clones of Chen Miao had emerged from the underground chambers of the pharmaceutical conglomerate, and with ice-cold expressions, they attacked everything that came into their sight!