"Desperate European pharmaceutical giant Ilima: The company's development strategy has reached an impasse"
Song He opened the news. It was a remote telephone interview on a hugely popular television talk show in Gaul. When the Press Conference was held here last night, the program had broadcast the entire event live.
The host was a Black woman wearing a pink suit. The whites of her eyes looked especially large against her face. "The Press Conference has just ended! Tonight's two major new products are the Space Artificial Heart and Hibernation Bank! Ilima, what was your first reaction after watching the Press Conference?"
Ilima: "Despair. Complete despair!"
Ilima: "We've been secretly working on an Artificial Heart all along. We've already been at it for four years! Many of the medical experts hired by the company have spent ten to twenty years working in the field of cardiology! The entire company has been focused on the heart!"
Host: "So Chenghuang and Neuron Company's launch of the Space Artificial Heart has dealt a major blow to the development strategy your company has bet on?"
Ilima: "A major blow? It's a total catastrophe!"
Ilima: "We're in a terrible state of mind right now... While the Press Conference was still going on, many of the company's senior executives and major shareholders kept calling us. Everyone was terrified. This basically means that all our years of investment in the heart have gone to waste. The losses are unprecedented."
Host: "I don't understand. How could it all go to waste? When a product is good enough, there are often many companies making it. Chenghuang and Neuron did succeed in launching the Artificial Heart first, but as long as you make one too, wouldn't you still have plenty of room in the market?"
Ilima: "Usually, things are as you