"After all, you can't guarantee that your products will meet the needs of patients around the world."
Finally, the reporter moved out of justice and tied the whole world to his chariot.
"Ha ha, I am a descendant of the Chinese people. My first priority is to treat the patients in our country. When the production capacity is enough, we will consider the patients from other countries, so we don't have to worry about it."
Light looked at this shameless reporter, Chu Xuan sneered, indifferent reply way.
"How can you do that? As a doctor, we should treat the patients equally, and we should not distinguish the nationality of the patients. " The reporter insisted.
"First of all, I have developed these drugs, and I can do whatever I want. Secondly, because of your reasons, I have decided to permanently refuse to sell the drugs produced by our company to your country. Are you satisfied?"
Moral kidnapping? Others care, but Chu Xuan doesn't care. This country is just a small country with a population of only 23 million. He doesn't care about the amazing value they provide for himself!
Don't you have a lot of shit and bullshit?
That's OK! I will sever the hope of all patients in your country and believe that other countries will not talk to you for their own interests.
Chuxuan's face showed a trace of sneer, in the heart cold hum: "small sample and I fight? You just wait to be torn to pieces by the incurable patients in your country! "
"You can't do that, and you don't have the right not to sell drugs to our country." This reporter was flustered. He didn't expect that reporters from other countries would not speak for himself, and even less did he expect that Chu Xuan would act like this. Did he not care about the international influence?
He knew that if Chu Xuan did this, he would definitely die after he returned home. Even if he was killed, he would be scolded to death.
His words are terrible. He is not Chu Xuan. The final result is likely to be called crazy.
Even in order to calm down the anger of the people, the state will sacrifice itself and apologize to Chu Xuan.
The more I think about this reporter, the more cold hearted he is, the more afraid he can not do. Therefore, he pleads justice to chuxuan.
"I can do what I want with my things, and don't challenge my patience any more. Otherwise, I don't mind hitting ordinary people." Chu Xuan was angry, really angry. He had to have a limit. He was angry and looked at each other, and an invisible killing opportunity wrapped the other party.
With a puff, the reporter collapsed on the ground, not only frightened by Chu Xuan's murder, but also by imagining to return to the crisis he faced.
"Guard, throw him out. He's not welcome here. By the way, get rid of this reporter and the people of their country." Seeing this, Chu Xuan is too lazy to talk nonsense with this reporter. He has no pity in his heart, but he doesn't want to dirty his hands. So he gives a cold drink to the security guard who maintains the order.
The guard got Zhao Jiguang's nod and did not dare to neglect him, so he rushed forward to put the reporter out.
As for other journalists and people from the same country as this reporter, they were also ruthlessly expelled, and their protests were fruitless, and only violent and indifferent evictions met them.
Along the way, the reporter yelled and left a pale yellow liquid on the ground.
After being thrown outside, the "embarrassed" reporter of chuxuan was directly beaten up by other angry people in the same country.
However, no one stood up to speak for him, even if it was their "master" who always insisted on human rights, the reporters of a certain country shut up and looked on indifferently.