Qinglin Manor office.
After setting down the stack of documents, Deng Guang said, "Chairman Qin, I've looked into all the foreign patients. Not one of them is ordinary. There's even a big-time tycoon from the Beautiful Country named Carlton."
"Carlton?" Qin Lin was a little surprised to hear the name.
Carlton was a well-known tycoon in the Beautiful Country. He'd once made headlines for throwing a party with dozens of Hollywood actresses.
Rumor had it that he'd been diagnosed with terminal cancer a long time ago. He spent huge sums every year to stay alive, with each injection costing at least a million dollars.
So it wasn't that modern medicine was completely helpless against terminal cancer. If you had a million dollars to spend on each injection and could afford them regularly, you could prolong your life. Even with terminal cancer, you could live longer than an ordinary person.
Just how rich was Carlton?
63 billion dollars.
He ranked fifteenth among the Beautiful Country's tycoons.
As Qin Lin looked through Carlton's file, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
The more tycoons like this, the better.
Deng Guang asked, "Chairman Qin, we've assigned the domestic patients to people who've contributed to society or their family members. Qinglin Laboratory is already reviewing their applications. As for the foreign patients, you said we'd charge them for treatment. How much exactly should we ask them to pay?"
Without hesitation, Qin Lin replied, "Prepare a contract. They can get treatment only if they donate 10% of their assets."
"Ah..." Deng Guang was stunned.
He'd known Chairman Qin planned to treat foreign patients for a fee, and that the fee would be high. But he hadn't expected Boss Qin to demand 10% of their assets right off the bat.
Carlton had 63 billion dollars in assets,