Song He answered the call, turned on the recording, and silently held the phone to his ear.
Sure enough, Veronica's voice came through. Her tone was still warm, but now carried a hint of grievance.
"Mr. Song, I paid a great price just to meet with you, only to have my enthusiasm met with your indifference. Someone just warned me that I can't meet with you privately anymore, so I had no choice but to call."
"You're an expert on antibiotics, so you must know that the antibiotic crisis has gone on for many years. What's the cause? The unrestricted abuse of antibiotics!"
"Every hospital in the world is abusing them. Antibiotics are injected into every patient's body as though they were drinking water, inevitably causing more and more drug-resistant bacteria! Even Song He Su will eventually produce resistant bacteria if it's used without restraint!"
"Our Wei Rui Pharmaceutical hopes to solve this crisis. Our solution is to exclusively produce Song He Su, strictly limit its output, and rigorously approve its users to prevent abuse!"
"We hope to obtain the patent for Song He Su and exclusive global production rights! If you like shares, a one-time buyout, or a percentage of sales, all are possible! If you have any other requests, please feel free to tell us. We'll do everything in our power to satisfy you! As one of the world's Top 500 companies, we have the strength to fulfill all your wishes!"
Veronica's voice stopped. Clearly, she was waiting for a response.
But Song He remained silent. The car had already pulled over by the roadside, and he silently gazed at the campus beneath the torrential rain.
He finally understood their intentions: create a monopoly and drive up the price.
Strictly approve users? They probably meant approving them based