Friends Bar.
Dr. Wilson was at a loss for words.
What had originally been a very American Dream, deeply moving speech now sounded like a joke after Adam put it that way.
Yet he could not laugh.
Because at the board meeting, he really had been moved...
"And another thing."
When Dr. Wilson could not answer that classic question—No way?—Adam smiled faintly and continued.
"He has not been successful for just a day or two, or even a year or two.
Did he really have to become a billionaire before he could go back with his head held high?
For thirty or forty years, he never once thought of going back!
Yet now he was using it as material for a speech.
What kind of behavior is that?
With that cold-blooded, utterly ruthless personality, using everything and everyone for his own purposes—
No wonder he succeeded.
Even his donation came with the condition that he become your ultimate boss.
And what was that talk about striving for humanity's health, saying that as long as diseases remained, you could write whatever amount you wanted on a blank check?
Try it and see."
"Sigh."
Dr. Wilson gave a bitter smile. "Stop. Right after he was elected the new chairman of the board, he demanded that Cuddy, the dean of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, run the hospital with a business mindset.
In his view, the hospital's product was health.
And health was very easy to sell.
If Cuddy did not want to sell it, then that meant Cuddy did not care whether people could obtain health."
"Specious reasoning."
Adam laughed. "Every capitalist uses that line. They all claim it is for the customer's good, but never mention whether the customer has paid an excessive price they should never have had to pay."
"House