I am the master of medicine god

Chapter 478 Press Conference
Browning really thinks that Chinese people do things in a mysterious way, without any rules at all, and sometimes they don't even tell you the cause and effect.

However, Wang Xiping also said that he was convincing. Even if Browning wanted to refuse, there was still a voice in his heart telling him: What if?
What if Wang Xiping can settle it... This is a fatal incident. Once a fatality occurs, what a blow it will be to the entire Winderson Company? !
Browning held back his words, and finally left.Since Wang Xiping said there is a way... why not try his way?
"Okay, I'll prepare and send an announcement to the media, Wang...it's up to you next."

As a conscientious enterprise, Wendsen has participated in the development of nearly [-] new drugs since its establishment, and has made important contributions in the pharmaceutical industry. The most commendable thing is the zero accidents in these years.

But the fact is, the more perfect you are, the more you will attract the envy of others. Even Browning himself doesn't know how many people want to see him have an accident over the years.

Even with doubts in his heart, Browning still asked the public relations department to release the news that a press conference would be held the next day. The media were shocked when they heard the news, and there were various speculations from the outside world. But a discerning person can tell at a glance that it is obviously the drug tester making trouble for no reason.

In the United States, although drug testing is not as strict as in China, various agreements will be signed, and some agreements are even unreasonable, but the words are signed by themselves. Even if something goes wrong in the end, it should not be reasonable Find the pharmaceutical company head on.

But the family insisted that Wen Desen had concealed the terms of the test drug, so they found a pheasant lawyer from somewhere to take advantage of the loopholes in their written agreement.

The outside world agrees that for a company as big as Wenderson, the best way is to lose money and calm down. The seriousness of the matter will not rise to the point where a press conference is required, but Wendsen's approach makes people feel...very strange.

Of course, not only the outside world, but even Wen Desen's internal commotion. A few people who don't like Wang Xiping on weekdays even wrote a joint letter angrily, asking Browning to stop this absurd practice, trying to minimize the matter, don't do it Everyone knows that let the outside world see Wenderson's jokes.

Browning was overwhelmed for a while, but Wang Xiping looked like an old god.

On the second day, the weather was gloomy, Wang Xiping went out to check the sky, smiled and said, "The weather is going to change again."

The press conference was held in a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Wang Xiping arrived half an hour early. The place was already full of reporters from all walks of life. However, most of them didn't know Wang Xiping and didn't pay special attention to his appearance.

Wang Xiping raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The time was almost up, and he entered the venue without much hindrance.

The layout here is similar to that of a classroom, with a long table set up on the stage at the end with three microphones placed on it.The lower part is basically all tables, chairs and benches. After a rough count, there are probably more than 50 people.

"king!"

Browning's tired voice came over. Wang Xiping turned around and saw Browning's secretary helping him to block the turbulent reporters outside, while Browning himself squeezed through with difficulty.

Wang Xiping took out a USB flash drive and handed it to him: "Here, look at me for a while, and then display it on the screen."

"What's the use of this?" Browning took the small USB flash drive, his eyes full of doubts: "Could it be the background music you prepared yourself?"

Wang Xiping was stunned for a moment, a little speechless: "What do I want the background sound for?"

"When talking about important things, isn't there always a soundtrack?" Browning was taken aback, "Isn't it?"

"..."

The thinking of foreigners is always very different.

"Of course not." Wang Xiping didn't bother to show off: "This contains the footage I recorded when I went to find Luo Tianjun last time. Anyway, I will release it when I find the opportunity."

"What?" Browning thought he heard it wrong: "What does this matter have to do with Luo Tianjun?"

"Well...he gave you the formula for this medicine. If it really killed someone, wouldn't it have something to do with him?" Wang Xiping found that at this time, Browning's brain was particularly difficult.

"But……"

Wang Xiping gave Browning a push: "Okay, don't worry about mother-in-law, it's about to start, don't you need to go on stage and talk to others?"

Browning frowned, opened his mouth to speak, and stopped for a long time. After all, he couldn't hold back any words. He went to the stage with a suspicious expression and handed over the USB flash drive to the staff.

Browning's appearance caused a commotion at the scene. The reporters held up microphones and cameras, and everyone wanted to get first-hand information.

"Mr. Glenn, may I ask, what measures are you going to take regarding the accident in Winderson?"

"Mr. Glenn, as far as we know, Wendsen hasn't had an accident in the past 20 years. Is it because the internal procedures have never been updated, so there is a mistake in the agreement?"

"Mr. Glenn..."

"Mr. Glenn..."

Wang Xiping was speechless watching from the background, Browning felt as if he was being suffocated by the microphones all over him, sweat dripped from his forehead whether it was because of nervousness or the heat.

"About this matter, please ask questions later." Browning's secretary stood aside and blocked: "Now is not the time to ask questions."

The reporters curled their lips and sat back in their seats.

"Hello, everyone." Browning looked at the swaying human head below, and swallowed nervously: "About what happened to Wendsen Biopharmaceutical Development Company this time..."

"It has nothing to do with us." Wang Xiping's voice came from the loudspeaker, and the reporters turned their heads to look for the owner of the voice.

Browning was stunned for a moment, then turned his head in surprise to look at Wang Xiping who was walking up step by step.

"This accident has nothing to do with Wen Desen's dime." Wang Xiping sat down at the long table with a microphone in his hand, with a slight smile on his face: "The reason why we hold this press conference is also to clarify relation."

"..." Is this too straightforward?

The female reporter sitting in the front row flipped through her notebook, saw a Chinese name, and asked a little uncertainly, "You are... Mr. Glenn's new partner, aren't you?"

"That's right, I'm Wang Xiping, and I'm also one of the main developers who participated in the special drug for congenital heart disease."

If this sentence is heard by those who are doing experiments in the laboratory day and night, why not peel off a layer of Wang Xiping's skin?
(End of this chapter)