When Singh heard that, it actually seemed to make sense.
Their goal was not to keep the medicine in their own hands. Although that would let them exert control over some people, its limited reach meant the actual benefits would be modest.
The downside, however, was obvious: it would draw resentment from countless people.
Leaving it to Phantom Immortal Technology would indeed solve that problem. Even if those people did bear a grudge, they could direct it at Phantom Immortal Technology. It would have nothing to do with India's government.
At the government level, what they needed was the process of bringing Cancer Cure No. 1 into the country, letting their citizens see that they had worked for it. As for who handled it afterward, ordinary people would not pin the blame on the government.
"Chairman Shen, I completely agree with your..."
Before Singh could finish, one of the people accompanying him promptly coughed.
Everyone's gaze froze, and those on Phantom Immortal Technology's side in particular could not help looking at the person who had coughed.
Damn, coughing while your leader was speaking? What was that supposed to mean? Did you not want to keep your job?
A moment later, Singh showed no displeasure and continued, "I completely agree with your viewpoint, Mr. Shen. Having your company sell and distribute Cancer Cure No. 1 directly would be the most suitable arrangement. However, we do have one small request: set aside ten percent of the monthly allocation of Cancer Cure No. 1 and allow us to designate the recipients. Of course, we will purchase it at the regular price, so your company will suffer no losses."
How could Shen Bing fail to see their little scheme? The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Sure! No problem. Will you also be asking