Ethiopia, international airport.

Old Huang, who had gray temples, followed the flow of people into the cabin and looked for his seat.

He was carrying a trolley suitcase in his hand, his face was calm, but there was excitement in his eyes.

After years of hard work in the Philippines, he finally boarded a flight back to China, but this time, he didn't plan to come back.

A few years ago, he caught malaria in the Philippines. Because it was very remote, he could only go to a local clinic for injections. Unfortunately, he contracted AIDS.

From then on, he worked hard in the Philippines alone, rarely going home, and most of the time he only kept in touch with his family by phone.

In his simple heart, this disease is shameful. Although he has a clear conscience, if word spreads, it will inevitably attract gossip and risk his reputation being tarnished.

I can only work hard to make money in the Philippines, hoping to save enough money to leave to my family before I get seriously ill.

Although I have been taking medicine, I always have various adverse reactions, and my HIV virus index keeps recurring.

He originally thought he would never be able to return to his country and never see his family again.

Unexpectedly, I suddenly received good news.

Sanqing has conquered AIDS, and the country will provide free medicine to all patients. As long as they take it for a long time, they can live like normal people without being affected, and they are not contagious.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

After confirming with his family, he quickly sold his business in the Philippines and returned to China resolutely with the savings gained from years of hard work.

He plans to report to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention after he returns and receive free medication.

Anyway, after so many years, I have earned enough money to support myself in my old age. From now on, I can stay in my hometown, accompany my wife and children, and spend the rest of my life. It is just a wish.

He quickly found a seat, placed his luggage, and sat down.

There was still some time before takeoff, so he opened the car window and looked at the scenery outside boredly.

He was about to say goodbye forever, and looking at this familiar scenery, he felt a little reluctant to leave.

Suddenly, he saw a motorcade approaching from a distance, all of which were black cars. They drove neatly into the tarmac and parked under the plane he was on.

Afterwards, seven or eight burly black men of different shapes got out of the car. Each of them was in a straight suit, with a serious look on his face. He looked very imposing. He was very different from ordinary Filipinos. He walked towards the plane with his feet up.

Another twenty people got out of the car, all of them black locals, carrying various things in their hands and following closely behind.

Lao Huang watched helplessly as this group of people got on the plane and entered the first class cabin, and his heart was suddenly shaken.

He was thinking randomly, these people didn't look like ordinary people. Could it be that they were officials from a Philippine country, attending an international conference together?

But this flight is to China. Is it going to the capital to attend some summit?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out the reason.

At this moment, someone sat down in the seat next to me.

When I looked up, I saw a young Filipino. Judging from the suit he was wearing, he must be from that group of people.

The young Filipino also saw him. Perhaps because he was Chinese, he immediately showed his white teeth, smiled and said hello in Chinese.

"Hello! I'm Duya, nice to meet you."

Lao Huang can actually speak English, but since the other person speaks Chinese, he naturally won't correct him.

"Hello, you can call me Huang. Are you officials from Ethiopia? Going on a business trip to China?" he asked curiously.

The young man smiled happily: "Yes, I am a staff member of the Ministry of Health of Ethiopia, and I will follow our minister to China for work."

"Ministry of Health?" Lao Huang became even more curious: "There are quite a few of you, are they all from the Ministry of Health?"

"No, no," the young man shook his head: "In addition to our minister, there are also several health ministers from other countries in the Philippine Union."

"Wow?" Lao Huang was so shocked that he couldn't help but say, "No wonder there are so many people. Why are you all going to China?"

The young man came over enthusiastically and said with joy.

"Huang, this is all because your country has a great pharmaceutical company called Sanqing. It has developed a miracle drug that can cure AIDS. This drug is very important to us in the Philippines. You know, we

There are more than 20 million people infected with HIV. If China can lend a helping hand to us, it will not be difficult to completely eliminate HIV."

Lao Huang chuckled, feeling proud in his heart.

At the same time, looking at the other party's flattering face, he also felt a little disdainful in his heart: "Huh, you are going to beg again, I have heard about Mr. Wei's style, I'm afraid you won't be able to get three melons and two dates.

"

However, on the surface, he remained calm and smiled: "Sanqing is indeed the light of China, and I am proud of it."

The young man became energetic and talked endlessly about the purpose of his trip, looking envious.

"Huang, you don't know how much I envy you. You were born in such a powerful and wealthy country, and there are so many high-tech companies that can provide countless useful products and magical medicines."

"Whether it's malaria, anemia, or even cancer, you can defeat them all. Now even AIDS is no match for you. You are simply omnipotent."

"These terminal diseases that are ravaging the Philippines are just obedient little bugs in the hands of you Chinese people. You can rub them around casually. Oh, I really admire you so much."

"Several members of my family are infected with the HIV virus and have to take medicine every day to survive. They are suffering a lot and don't know when they will recover."

"I wish I was a Chinese, but it's a pity that I can't do it. It's hard to get the right of abode in China, even if you have money. Alas, it seems I can only wait for the next life."

"I now pray to God every day, hoping to be born in China in my next life. I even try to do as few bad things as possible at work, because this allows God to see how pious I am and my chances will be greater.

"

Lao Huang was a bit dumbfounded, but he didn't expect to see a beautiful woman on a plane.

It’s just that if you pray to God for the opportunity to be born in China in your next life, won’t God beat you out?

He asked casually: "You like Sanqing's medicine so much, can't you just buy it?"

The young man slapped his thigh and said, "You're right, but the price is too expensive. There are many people in my family, and they all take Sanqing medicine. I can't afford it. It costs too much money. I think it's better to become a doctor in my next life."

Chinese people, it’s best to receive free medicine.”

The trace of sympathy in Lao Huang's heart disappeared in an instant.

"This bunch of Filipinos can't hold up a wall with mud. They are prostitutes all the time. They are a bunch of trash. There is no way they can be saved."

****

Eagle Country California, Foster City, Gilead Headquarters.

President Oscar stared at the sales report on the table, his brows furrowed, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip.

After a while, he rubbed his brow and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang, and the sweet voice of the secretary came from it.

"Mr. Oscar, Ms. Emma, ​​CEO of GSK, requested to have a video call with you."

"Got it." Oscar hung up the phone and clicked into a video conference page.

Soon, a middle-aged lady with short blond hair appeared on the screen. She wore a pair of tortoiseshell glasses, had a gentle smile, and was very approachable. She looked more like a female university teacher than a female CEO.

As the only female CEO among the world's top ten pharmaceutical giants, Emma's image is always so intellectual and elegant, in line with people's usual impression of highly educated women.

"Hello Oscar, long time no see. You look very calm. I didn't expect you to be so calm."

Emma looked at Oscar with interest, her voice was sweet and sweet.

Oscar snorted coldly, showing no mercy for her: "Emma, ​​you are still as uneasy and kind-hearted as ever. Do you want to see me frowning because of the decline in performance? Then save yourself the trouble."

"Oh, I forgot that you are a native of Eagle Country who is famous for being direct and rude. I should learn to adapt to your style and be more direct." Emma's face did not change at all, and she still said with a smile.

"In the anti-AIDS drug market, I admit that GSK cannot beat your flagship drug Bituvit, but now that Sanqing's Duanailin has been launched, I believe you will not have a hard time either."

"Bituvit is no longer the best anti-HIV drug in the world, and based on the data I have, it may be difficult for you to catch up. Even if your generic drug company wants to crack this drug,

It’s not easy either.”

"Compared with the efficacy of the medicine, it is no better than Tuvi. Compared with the adverse reaction rate, it is no better than Tuvi. Compared with the price, it seems that it is difficult for you to cut the flesh. I really can't calculate the chances of you turning over."

"So?" Oscar sneered and said, "Don't worry, even if the sales of Bituvit plummet, it will still beat GSK."

"You misunderstood me. I came here with good intentions." Emma looked solemn and said seriously: "Let's join forces and fight back against the Sanqing."

"What?" Oscar said as if he heard a joke: "You GSK's medicines are not very good at all. You can't even beat me. Are you going to fight Sanqing with your head?"

The corners of Emma's mouth raised slightly: "You have forgotten that we have a long-acting injectable drug, cabotegravir, which has been approved by the FDA. This is the first and currently only long-acting HIV treatment program, and it only takes two months.

One injection can keep the HIV virus in the patient's body at an extremely low level."

"The safety of this drug is acceptable, and the main method of administration is more popular. From now on, patients will no longer have to take multiple pills every day, and pay attention to the time before and after meals at regular times."

"Clinical trials have proven that nine out of 10 patients prefer a long-acting regimen of two-monthly injections to daily oral pills."

"This is enough to prove that long-acting treatment options are the future that AIDS patients look forward to."

Oscar's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help but nodded: "It is true that you still have such a trump card drug in your hands. In fact, we also have the same long-acting treatment drug under development, but the progress is not so fast and it has not officially entered clinical practice."

He seemed to think of something quickly, and frowned again: "However, your medicine is expensive enough. It costs 6,000 US dollars in the first month, and 4,000 US dollars per month thereafter. That's 50,000 US dollars a year. Sanqing

The annual cost of the Love-Breaking Spirit is only half, so there doesn’t seem to be any advantage.”

Emma spread her hands and said: "The eldest brother, not to mention the second brother, the price of Bitovil is about the same as yours."

Oscar pondered for a moment and said resolutely: "So before you call, I have already decided to take a big step to reduce the price."
To be continued...