Wang Qingshan was silly. He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

    Immigrants always go to the United States from China. It''s hard not to be true that Professor Barack has a brain problem. How could he give up the position of Massachusetts General Hospital to come to China.

    And what does he mean by bankruptcy.

    ……

    ……

    Wu Mian hung up professor beilac, and he sighed.

    "Brother, bellac is bankrupt again?" Chu Zhixi asked.

    "Well, it must have been eaten by Owen." Wu Mian tapped his fingers on the table and didn''t know what he was thinking.

    "There is also your money in it," Chu Zhixi reminded.

    "That doesn''t count, so does Barack. It''s really lard. I told him many times, but I didn''t listen." Wu Mian shook his head.

    He and Chu Zhixi have just returned from P3 laboratory, and the Le marks on their faces are still there.

    However, the days seem to have gone back to the past.

    Open the notebook and click on the mailbox. Wu Mian glances at it and selects an email to click on.

    "Who sent it?"

    "Hey." Wu Mian smiled, "it''s really interesting."

    Chu Zhixi glanced over and was stunned.

    Musk bought a large number of respirators.

    "Didn''t musk just say that he would cooperate with Medtronic to refit Tesla''s production line into a ventilator production line? How to buy it? It''s too late?" Chu Zhixi asked suspiciously.

    "Fool people, do you really believe musk can produce a ventilator?"

    "Why not? Wuling has begun to produce masks."

    "That''s in our country," Wu Mian said. "Once musk starts producing respirators, Tesla''s market value will fall precipitously, and many capital giants are waiting for this moment. Therefore, whether musk wants or not, he can''t build respirators. Buying in China is the most reasonable scheme."

    Chu Zhixi was speechless.

    She didn''t understand the bad things on Wall Street. She always thought that the operation of the production machine in the United States would certainly solve a large part of the epidemic prevention needs.

    But Chu Zhixi didn''t expect the capital tycoons on Wall Street to spend money by helicopter and buy directly all over the world.

    More than 50 days ago, China sent orders to the world to buy ventilator and ECMO. Less than two months later, the order came back.

    The world is too mysterious. It''s really a magical year.

    "A lot of ventilators haven''t been delivered, and now the customs is still receiving a steady stream of ventilators and ECMO. But it''s good. You can sell them directly and get back the blood," Wu Mian said.

    Chu Zhixi is very confused. She silently opens her mobile phone and finds Musk''s Twitter.

    Musk said on twitter,

    If there is a shortage of ventilators, we can make them

    [it is not difficult for Tesla to transform the production of respirators. "Tesla can produce cars with advanced HVAC systems, and SpaceX can produce spacecraft with life support systems. It is not difficult to manufacture respirators, but it is impossible to manufacture them soon."]

    These words are vivid, but what you say is different from what you do.

    At present, Wuling''s mask box was vaguely floating, and it said - Wuling will produce whatever the people need.

    And Tesla, a benchmarking enterprise

    "With the opening of the factory in Mordor and the continuous flow of electric vehicles from the production line, musk is likely to become the richest man in the world. The story is really good, just like a scum man." Wu Mian said with a smile.

    "Brother, why do you always say musk is a scum man?" Chu Zhixi didn''t understand.

    "What you say and what you do are completely different. I read the news that Tesla announced the shutdown of two factories in the United States because of the epidemic. I think musk has been distressed and the stock price seems to have plummeted."

    "What should I do? I caught up with the epidemic."

    "They... Don''t care how many people die at all. The commander has been clamoring to start work at Easter on April 12." Wu Mian smiled. "Reality is more strange than fiction. It''s really a big play."

    At a recent news conference, the commander said he hoped to restart the U.S. economy on Easter day and relax the restrictive measures taken in response to the * * * * epidemic. On that day, everyone can go to work and the church will be crowded.

    That''s it?

    The pit in New York is still being dug. Without any measures to control the epidemic, how can they be "optimistic" that they can return to work on April 12.

    Chu Zhixi looked at the news and was shocked by all kinds of magical information.

    After the epidemic, the demons danced, refreshing her cognitive bottom line again and again.

    "Brother, it''s impossible, isn''t it?"

    "Died before Easter, just can be resurrected at Easter." Wu Mian said coldly. "As for the death and life of ordinary people, who cares."

    Chu Zhixi thought for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly.

    "I thought they would ask for a face. At worst, they have to act."

    "Who is more important than face and money?" Wu Mian said with a smile. "There is doctrine in his mouth and business in his heart."

    "But after returning to work, it will gather on a large scale. What if the virus spreads on a large scale?"

    "The mortality rate of new-type pneumonia is not as high as that of a plague. No one will care about it. When H1N1 doesn''t care, it still won''t care. A and B''s two new forms of pneumonia virus have been spreading in the United States for several months. Anyone cares? It''s also linked to electronic cigarettes."

    "..." Chu Zhixi sighed.

    "A while ago, they gloated and fell into a well. But they didn''t make corresponding plans at all. They didn''t expect that a country and countless people would be able to kill the genesis level virus.

    Now, while making money, they yell at us. "

    “……”

    "It doesn''t matter. This time the emperor''s underpants have been removed." Wu Mian smiled. "It''s like the emperor''s new clothes. Everyone doesn''t say, and our anti epidemic action is the little boy, telling everyone that the Emperor didn''t even wear a dress."

    "So many people, what does the virus have to mutate into? It''s an RNA virus." Chu Zhixi is worried.

    "It''s all right. Control the imported cases at home and watch quietly."

    There is no way.

    With that, Wu Mian twisted his cell phone, hesitated and began to make a call.

    "To Owen?"

    "Well, I''m interested in them looting in the year of great disaster. I only saw them in books before, but now I see them alive." Wu Mian said with a smile, "this is a moment to witness history and miracles!"

    Witness history... Chu Zhixi recited the word several times in his heart, and a bitterness sprang up at the bottom of his heart.

    If this is to witness history, it''s better not to witness.

    "Owen, it''s unbelievable that the appetizer you said is so big! My doctor is bankrupt and financially free. Finally, he is bankrupt again today." Wu Mian called and said directly without greeting.