In the end,
Annesley managed not to cry.
But deep down, it wasn’t tears.
It was raining.
Now,
in the midst of troubled tis,
he no longer cared about patent dicines or Weapons; his only concern was how to keep his position. Otherwise, once the power struggle above was over and a new supervisor took over, it was very likely he would be cast off to Africa.
Thinking of this,
Annesley shuddered.
Africa,
the ’forbidden land’ for people like them, equivalent to being exiled as a soldier, that place had no major Interests, nothing significant happening, and certainly no opportunities for promotion.
After so thought,
he made a call to another one of his superiors.
"Annesley, what’s going on?"
Swallowing hard,
Annesley quickly explained, "Just now, Deputy Kan Qin called and said that the purpose of pulling the generic drugs from the shelves this ti is that they have a new special dicine Going public, and they won’t be bringing in our patent drugs."
"I’m aware, anything else?"
"..." Annesley was startled.
What did this imply?
It ant the situation in the United States was very serious, even this superior might be implicated. Otherwise, such important information regarding those capitalists wouldn’t be t with such a casual response.
"No, nothing more," stamred Annesley.
"Good, goodbye then."
The call ended.
Just as Annesley had guessed,
the incident was too complex. It started in India and drew in several major security agencies and Foreign Affairs departnts. Then, God knows what sparked it, but soon, arrests were being made, and the situation escalated.
U.S. dia also got drawn in.
They were confused by the situation.
Who had the mind to care about such trivial matters anymore? Saving one’s own position was the first order of business. Listening to the inanimate tone of the dial, Annesley slowly put down the phone, his mind a bit muddled. Surely, they couldn’t just leave the matter hanging.
So,
he called a friend at a pharmaceutical Company.
Indeed,
it caused another commotion. No wonder their recent negotiations with the Myanmar Ministry of Health had been so unsatisfactory; it turned out the other party had no intention of introducing their patent drugs—they had been played by Ling.
How could they be content with that?
They imdiately mobilized their connections, trying to pressure Myanmar through the United States. They were friends with Annesley, but they couldn’t order him around. Even with money, they had to follow the Rules.
Procedures needed to be observed.
However,
they soon realized
that no one on the other side had ti to deal with them.
Well, they could only wait now. They didn’t believe Myanmar’s drugs could bypass all their patents. If they couldn’t, they were determined to expose this ’ugly face’ to the world.
...
After waiting a day,
Annesley didn’t receive the call to handle the matter.
He was relieved.
This sort of thing,
he already had Experience with it, albeit Experience in being unable to resolve it. But it was still Experience, wasn’t it? The battle had just begun here, and he didn’t understand anything, truly unable to deal with it.
Speaking of which,
Annesley wanted to curse the CIA again.
To hell with it.
The once sowhat useful organization had now turned him, the embassy official, into a blind man. To get intelligence, he had to make the calls himself, or he had to rely on the Local News.
Damn it.
He figured he was the only ’blind’ official among the many U.S. officials.
In the evening,
his assistant, who had been out all day, returned.
"Mr. Annesley, I inquired today. The Myanmar Phamaceutical Group has officially launched production in three Large-scale pharmaceutical Industrial Parks, two in Xin’an District and one in Shan State."
"Bang."
Annesley kicked his desk violently.
As expected.
They had been prepared for a long ti.
He had been rendered oblivious for who knows how many months.
"Bastard," Annesley cursed.
The assistant stood silently to one side, also quite dissatisfied. He was an embassy staff mber, yet he had been reduced to gathering information from here and there. If word got out, his Peers would surely laugh them to death.
"What else?" asked Annesley.
"I don’t know. The scale is huge. The Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group hasn’t announced any specific data. They have already started full production and are stocking up. If the drugs are delisted on August 2nd, I guess they will begin distribution throughout Myanmar in a few days."
"What is strange is that the doctors I asked don’t know the specifics about these dicines, and they haven’t carried out any experintal popularization. It’s as if they’re very confident in their dicines, ready to replace ours all at once."
This point,
the assistant couldn’t understand.
Even if they had completed clinical Testing,
the next step would be to scale up.
But now,
the situation didn’t seem to be progressing step by step; it was as if they had even cut out the ti for the doctors to learn pharmacology and adapt. He truly didn’t understand what was happening. To change so many different dicines at once was madness.
"How many tis have we understood Ling’s actions?" Annesley said with a bitter smile.
"Eh, true."
"Try to find out more tomorrow."
"Okay."
Just then,
on the wall,
Myanmar’s "Today’s News" began.
This was a program that Ling had integrated after taking office, similar to Huaxia’s "News Broadcast," at a fixed ti slot every day for half an hour, with compulsory rebroadcast by all TV Stations. It was the current mouthpiece of Myanmar.
Its Influence was imnse.
As soon as the program started,
it provoked them.
"After years of effort, the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group has successfully overco most of the known human diseases with their treatnt drugs. After a long period of clinical Testing, the efficacy was significant, with no side effects."
"To further reduce dical costs and improve treatnt results, on August 2nd, fifty-seven generic dicines will be fully delisted and replaced by the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group’s original research dicines."
"Tomorrow morning, the Myanmar Pharmaceutical Group will host a Press Conference to officially announce the specifics of these dicines to the public. Our Station will carry out a Live Broadcast of the entire event. Please stay tuned."
"Starting from August 1st, all registered residents in Myanmar will be included in the dical Insurance system, which will be funded by employers, individuals, and local Governnts. By the end of the month, the contributions to the national dical Insurance are to be completed."
"At the sa ti, by the end of the year, Myanmar will carry out a free nationwide Physical Fitness examination, providing health assurance for everyone. All units should organize people to go for these Examinations in an orderly manner..."
"..."
During the half-hour program,
they spent nearly twenty minutes today explaining this major dical reform and Policy to prevent misinterpretation—for example, the contribution ratios, affected groups, among other details. In the end, everyone was more than happy.
Those with jobs
will contribute jointly with their employer and themselves.
Those without jobs
will have their families or local Governnt cover for them. This money will not accrue interest and is not a significant amount. Moreover, in cases like disability, soldiers, or those who have made significant contributions, there could be reductions—even though it got increasingly complex as more was revealed.
However,
at last, the host worked it out.
The dical costs had been greatly reduced. Of course, it wasn’t free dical care, one still had to pay to see a doctor, but it wasn’t much. As long as one had a proper job, even if riddled with diseases, the cost wouldn’t exceed one’s Wages.
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