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Chapter 389 Questioning from the World Health Organization

Early this morning, Zhang Wenkai was dressed and washed by dozens of maids, and then led to the restaurant under their leadership. The first generation had already waited in the restaurant.

"Sir, do you choose Chinese style or Western style for breakfast." The first generation showed the menu in front of Zhang Wenkai respectfully.

"Huh? Chinese style! Two deep-fried dough sticks, one pancake fruit, another bowl of soy milk, and a fried cake!" These are Zhang Wenkai's favorite dishes.

"Okay!" After the first generation nodded, it changed to Zhang Wenkai and put on a napkin. The food was cooked by robots very quickly.

"Sir, the oil for fried dough sticks, we use pure hand-pressed peanut oil, and the noodles we use have also gone through six layers of mechanical grinding technology. Only the core part of the wheat is taken, and the soy milk you drink is used. It is pure northeast soybean, without genetically modified technology.”

Listening to the introduction of the first generation, Zhang Wenkai grinned. Although the style is very simple, the manufacturing process is not simple.

"Yes, Not Bad."

He doesn't think there's anything elegant about Western food like eggs and milk bread. It's all about eating. There's nothing elegant about it. It just tastes good. Only those who lack elegance say they need elegance.

The first generation cut the deep-fried dough sticks into sections for Zhang Wenkai, then picked up the deep-fried dough sticks with chopsticks, put them in soy milk and dipped them lightly, which not only removes the oiliness of the deep-fried dough sticks, but also makes the deep-fried dough sticks have a soybean aroma.

"Hmm! Not bad!" Zhang Wenkai shouted deliciously, but some people call you when you enjoy it the most.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but it belonged to a special place. It was from Geneva, Switzerland. He didn't remember any friends in Geneva.

"Then it must be a scam call." Scammers are rampant now, and they will call you every now and then to ask how your stocks are doing.

He didn't even hesitate, and hung up directly.

Then he wiped out the fried cake in front of him.

"Diring!" The phone rang again.

It's the same call from before.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?" Zhang Wenkai answered the phone in desperation.

"Mr. Zhang? I would like to ask why the pills you developed for our brains don't work?" The other party's tone was unkind and very anxious.

"Franco?" Zhang Wenkai had already injected ten brain medicines, and under the operation of the brain circuit, he immediately remembered Franco, the director of the World Health Organization.

If he remembered correctly, the medicine that should have been sold to them at that time was medicine with starch added.

"I don't know the specifics. Maybe it's because of my physique. Have you investigated and experimented?" Zhang Wenkai looked very calm.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm already very disappointed in your sincerity." Franco has already found someone to do a comprehensive test, and he even bought a brain-developing drug from Huaguo at a high price. By comparison, he found that , The pills they bought contained only a small amount of brain-developing drugs, which made him furious. Obviously he was cheated by Zhang Wenkai.

"Oh?" Zhang Wenkai raised his voice and showed a playful smile. At the beginning, everyone cheated on each other, but now they can't cheat each other and put the blame on him?

"Why did Mr. Zhang cheat us with starch-added drugs? You must know that we represent the World Health Organization." Franco said with righteous indignation. Ready to record.

"That's not starch! It's an ingredient that stabilizes medicine." Zhang Wenkai said seriously.

When Franco heard this, he finally couldn't hold back his anger.

"Are you treating us like sheep? Could it be that we still can't see the starch?"

"Tsk! Mr. Franco, no one knows more about developing brain drugs than me. If you think you can, you should go and study it yourself."

"Gah!" Franco hastily stopped talking, and his emotions slowed down. He hasn't figured out the secret recipe yet, so how could he give up? Originally, he thought that once the medicine was manufactured, the ingredients could be tested, but the test results made him Disappointed, it contains many unknown ingredients, and many pharmacologists have no way of deciphering it, so they made a long-term plan to extract the relevant ingredients from Zhang Wenkai's final formula.

"Ahem! But according to our tests, the ingredients of the medicine are much less than those of normal vaccine medicines. How can we explain this?" Franco's attitude improved a lot.

"Can acupuncture be the same as taking medicine?" Zhang Wenkai's tone was quite contemptuous.

"Oh!" Franco was really speechless by Zhang Wenkai's impeccable excuse.

"Then we will stop buying pills! We plan to buy your company's vaccine." Franco changed the subject, since the vaccine is good, he will buy the vaccine.

"Do not sell!"

"Oh!" Franco staggered.

"Just sell the pills, don't buy them!" Zhang Wenkai has earned a lot of money anyway, the sale is completed, and there is no reason to refund the money, anyway, it is just a toy to him.

"Aren't you going too far!" Franco's voice was a little cold.

"Crack!" The sound of the phone hanging up greeted him.

"Fuck, labor and management are not done with you!" Franco was really angry this time. He had never suffered such a big loss.

"Inform the Chinese side immediately and let the Chinese side give us an explanation."

Zhang Wenkai, who hung up the phone, smiled, and treated toys like toys.

After eating the last fried dough stick, Zhang Wenkai stood up.

"Sir, I suggest you take a walk first, and then go to work." The first generation said calmly.

Zhang Wenkai nodded, walked a hundred steps after dinner to 99, and strode outside after thinking about it.

The scenery on the island is still very good. Although it is artificially built, it is more exquisite. Some robots are also patrolling. When they see Zhang Wenkai, they will salute and say hello.

Zhang Wenkai, who had just run not far away, the phone rang again, and the phone was not on him, but on the neighboring first generation.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?" Zhang Wenkai didn't know what happened today, why there were so many unfamiliar phone numbers.

"Xiao Zhang? I'm the chief's secretary. The chief wants you to rush to the northern part of the Paracel Islands immediately." The voice on the phone seemed a bit old, at least it must be about fifty.

"Secretary? Where's Lao Geng? Why isn't it Lao Geng?" Geng Changfeng usually called Zhang Wenkai.

"Secretary Geng is dealing with some things in Beijing North, and I will take over the current work." The voice suddenly increased, and the excitement in my heart could still be felt.

"Wait until I finish running." Zhang Wenkai hung up the phone, thinking to himself that Geng Changfeng must be in some trouble.

(End of this chapter)