Good Medicine Is Medicine That Cures
Jiang Hao called Chen Mingde to ask about the situation in Hong Kong.
"Mingde, how has the factory been doing lately?" Jiang Hao asked.
Chen Mingde sounded excited. "Boss, the factory is doing very well, so don't worry. Ever since that last incident, every department has been perfectly polite. No one dares extort money from us anymore. The Chief Secretary even came to inspect our pharmaceutical factory, bringing along the heads of many departments. Right in front of them, he said our factory was an enterprise personally designated for protection by the Governor, and that absolutely nothing could go wrong. Boss, you have no idea—my heart was pounding at 180 back then. I finally don't have to spend every day worrying and looking over my shoulder. Hahaha."
"How is the flu situation in Hong Kong? Has it spread there? Will it affect factory production?" Jiang Hao asked again.
"The newspapers have reported on the pandemic. We've found a few cases here too, but those people have already been taken into custody by the Health Department. It shouldn't affect us."
"What about the mainland?" Jiang Hao asked.
"The mainland is fine. I asked Huo Guan, and he said it hasn't been affected at all. It won't interfere with supplies to us," Chen Mingde said.
That allowed Jiang Hao to breathe a little easier.
China was relatively closed off now and had very little contact with the outside world. That meant there was far less chance of infected carriers entering the country, so naturally it would not be infected.
Sometimes the world was powerful, yet sometimes it was fragile. Mere viruses too small to see with the naked eye could make humanity tremble in fear, while the economic losses were beyond calculation.
Jiang Hao had read