You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 231

A person started Tefdanla because of the side effects of the drug to earn his due reward.

A big hand from nowhere attracted the media of the whole Michigan to report together, and the media from other places heard the news and intervened.

Drug scandals are on the table again.

Therefore, those who have used the drugs produced by Turf Danla, who have sequelae, whether they are caused by drugs or not, have appealed.

Within a day, Tefdanla Pharmaceuticals was in turmoil.

They wanted to solve this matter, but it was out of control, but within one night, things had completely out of control.

The money they are throwing to control public opinion is meaningless at this moment.

Although the court is free from external interference, the jury members participating in the trial are ordinary people, and their knowledge changes with the changes of their usual knowledge.

They originally stood by Tefdanla, but now that something like this happened, how many people would believe that Tefdanla was just?

The matter is basically settled. Even if Tefdanla did not collapse because of this, he would not recover for a long time. As for Ephraim, unless there is a serious mistake, it is impossible to fail the lawsuit.

Listening to Bennett's report, Mo Mengchen let out a sigh of relief.

"Mo, is it worth it?" Bennett asked.

"Do you mean?"

"We spent millions of dollars to get the media involved, plus those who appealed, we paid too much for the whole case, and in the end it was just to win a lawsuit?"

"Don't you think it's worth it?"

Bennett had nothing to say.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Think about the RNG virus. A dose of Tefdanla sells for $500. It can only be used for two weeks. It needs to be taken once a week. It takes a whole year of treatment to use the body's immune system to kill it. If the virus is dead, how many people will die because they can’t afford the medicine? Think about it.”

Bennett looked at Mo Mengchen like a fairy: "So you are for the suffering people?"

"No, their lives are like dust to me. I only care about Ephraim's mood. Helping them is a incidental thing, but if you think it is not worth paying so much to win this lawsuit, you can think Thinking of those ordinary people who were indirectly saved by us, even though it was my money, I don’t know what you are distressed about.”

What Mo Mengchen said made Bennett blush.

"Have you been in touch with Amir recently?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Bennett said: "She is dealing with Google things, and she is very busy every day"

"Go and help her." Mo Mengchen said.

Bennett asked, "What about you?"

"I think you need an assistant by your side." Bennett preferred to serve tea and water behind Mo Mengchen's butt, rather than being a pony for Madeira.

It's a pity that Mo Mengchen didn't want a male assistant with a non-obvious sexual orientation to be by his side all day, otherwise he might be suspected of being bisexual.

"No, I don't need anyone else here, you go and help Amir."

Mo Mengchen's words revealed an undeniable meaning.

Bennett no longer shirks.

In the afternoon, Mo Mengchen went to the Henry Ford Center.

Once the Ephraim case is settled, the Pistons strife also needs to be wrapped up.

The media and fans have nothing to complain about Collins. If you want to solve this matter, you can only come forward from the top.

The chaos lasted for so long, and the only reason why the top management did not move Collins was that he was the general manager and the head coach. If he was moved, both positions would be empty.

Now it has reached the point where it has to be cut, as long as the Pistons continue to lose.

"David, is your medicine Tefudanla's?"

Alan Houston is recovering well and has recently participated in the team's training, but still needs to apply medicine on time every day.

David Wise murmured dissatisfiedly: "How could my medicine come from a counterfeit medicine company?"

If even Alan Houston knew about Tefdenla, the whole of Michigan probably already knew about it.

Poor Tefdanla, hope you go bankrupt soon.

During the training, Collins had almost no communication with the players. Everyone knew what they should practice, and organized their own match after training.

Collins watched coldly, and the whole atmosphere was very strange.

Then, the first defeat in February came quickly.

The opponents were neat and had completely bid farewell to Duncan's Spurs. The Pistons were dispirited and lost by 15 points.

"We had a problem," Collins said after the game.

The real problem is coming.

Then there was the away game against the Suns, which Barkley was determined to win. Collins didn't know why, so he was excluded from the starting list.

Everyone remembered the dispute Barkley had with him a while ago.

Because the players don't listen to Collins' orders, it's useless not to arrange tactics for Barkley. The only way to prevent Barkley from brushing up the data is to let him substitute.

The Pistons lost again.

As Collins wished, Barkley scored 18 points and 8 rebounds, which was a far cry from the last time he scored 52 points and 21 rebounds at home.

"Dangerous elements are dangerous elements wherever they go. You can't expect a dog not to eat shit, it really can't do it."

Suns coach Danny Ainge obliquely hurt Barkley.

An angry Barkley kicked open the locker room door and said to Collins, "If you don't want to use me, trade me!"

"It just so happens that I don't want to play ball for you bastard!"

Barkley's swear words immediately ignited the anger that Collins had accumulated for a long time, and the two quarreled in the locker room. If Mo Mengchen and Hill hadn't stepped forward to stop him, they might have a round of real PK on the spot.

After that, Collins suspended Barkley indefinitely for personal reasons, a move that aroused dissatisfaction among everyone.

This is the third time in the regular season this season that they will face the Bulls. Such a formidable opponent, even if they are well-organized and united, it will be difficult for them to defeat, let alone now.

The bull simply picked him off the horse.

"They lost something, which is a very important quality, and that is hard work. Except for Grant and Dor.Mo, everyone is not willing to fight hard. I don't know what's wrong with them."

Speaking of the performance of the Pistons, Jordan said so.

After the three-game losing streak, the Pistons' record became 27 wins and 24 losses, ranking eighth in the Eastern Conference.

If they continue to lose, the Pacers and Cavaliers behind them will catch up.

Fall out of the playoffs?
This is not only unacceptable to the fans, but also unacceptable to Collins, and even unacceptable to the top management.

Facing the 76ers, this team competing for the leader of Tim Duncan is undoubtedly the best chance to end the losing streak.

Collins gave an emotional speech to the expressionless players before the game, but unfortunately, he could only see a few other expressions.

Most people don't respond.

Collins felt uneasy.

At home, facing the 76ers.

The Pistons lost by one point as Michael Curry missed a game-killing 1-pointer.

Four-game losing streak.

"Doug Collins get out!"

The slogan resounded through the Palace of Auburn Hills.

They're still eighth in the East, but form is already in jeopardy.

In order to boost morale, the high-level people headed by Bill Davidson decided to go to the scene to watch the game together, hoping that their arrival can help the team.

Hearing this news, Mo Mengchen felt as if he had been stabbed in the ass by a needle.

I shivered all over.

"What's wrong?" Hill asked.

"It's tonight." Mo Mengchen said, "Let's end this!"

Hill asked, "How?"

"Losing this match quickly!" Mo Mengchen said.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes, do you want to go crazy with me?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"You know I have no choice," Hill said bitterly.

Mo Mengchen's original plan was to find a way to get Collins to step down in the third year. He didn't expect it to be so fast, and he didn't expect Collins to be so capable.

The roots were planted early in the season.

After that, Collins' series of actions were just the fuse.

This moment did not come suddenly.

Nearly two months of forbearance, consecutive defeats, slowed down growth, and disappointed fans.

For this moment.

Bill Davidson, Poser, Dura Jr., sponsors of the Pistons, and minority shareholders came to the scene one after another.

It was a ritual of prepared suicide.

For Collins, the most terrifying thing happened.

In front of the team's top brass, the Pistons showed their most negative side.

In the past two years of his coaching, he has never seen this team collapse like this.

Helpless, weak, dazed, lost.

Maybe because the show was not effective enough, Mo Mengchen even staged desperate single-handed layups in a row even when he was behind by 30 points.

Watching him being knocked down continuously, Collins' timeout had no effect, and the boos at the scene became stronger and stronger.

Nobody blames the players because this group has proven themselves.

None of this would have happened if it wasn't for Collins.

That's what fans know.

"Bill, if a tough team used to be excellent, but suddenly there is a problem, then I don't think the problem should be with the team." Poser said lightly, "Their leader led them into a dead end, you see How confused they are."

Five-game losing streak, a 35-point home defeat.

"This is disappointing!" Bill Davidson, the number one fan of the Pistons and the team's owner, said three times in an interview, "This is disappointing!"

"boom!"

Collins smashed the stool.

He was furious in the locker room: "I gave everything, but you just want to screw things up! Now you are satisfied! We fell out of the top eight, and all the big shots watched you being slaughtered like cattle, you are satisfied Did you? You shameless bastards! Cowards! Cowards!"

Buckley was about to get up and scold him, but Mo Mengchen held him down.

The time has come.

"So, are we to blame for this?"

Mo Mengchen stood up and walked forward step by step, each step was heavy: "Senseless transactions, almost zero offseason plans, a run-and-gun system that grinds guns before the battle, unreasonable personnel rotation, and only knows to shirk when encountering problems." You, who have never been responsible for introspection, now want to push all this on us."

Mo Mengchen took a step forward.

Collins backed away in fear as if threatened with death.

Mo Mengchen's face was as cold as winter: "Really?"

(End of this chapter)