American Gossip King

Chapter 282 Pharmaceutical Companies

The report "Walking with Saddam" has been widely disseminated around the world, generating wave after wave of buzz.

The continuous news reports finally helped Ian gradually regain his eyesight.

This has taken up a lot of experience points, resulting in no experience gain for the time being. But it's okay, I'll be able to keep going once my eyesight recovers.

It is worth noting that the news about Saddam Hussein was comprehensive.

There are scandals, violence, politics, and economics.

Therefore, these reports have an added benefit to both eyes, but it is not as obvious because it is shared.

But it was an improvement nonetheless, and it finally gave Ian his seventh copying ability.

The replication of this life skill was not very useful for Ian, so he simply used it to master Arabic, which would make things easier for him in the future, since he would have more and more opportunities to deal with Arabs.

On June 3, after finalizing plans for future collaborations with Jay Garner, Paul Bremer, and others, Ian boarded a plane back home. He didn't take the Iraqi girls with him; instead, he gave them some money and provided them with living arrangements, helping them escape their suffering.

His eyes had fully recovered, and his experience was slowly increasing, but the next upgrade was still a long way off.

The later it gets, the more important breaking news becomes.

Ian was traveling in a private jet, but it wasn't his; he hadn't bought it yet. It belonged to Murdoch—the old man personally sent his private jet to pick him up.

Sitting on the plane, Ian was watching the news.

In the past two months, apart from the Iraq War, quite a few things have happened around the world.

On May 2, a tropical storm caused more than 5 deaths in Myanmar, but it was not newsworthy for Ian... News about public disasters is hard to get exclusives, so Ian basically ignores news like SARS and natural disasters.

To put it bluntly, he doesn't care about natural disasters, only man-made ones.

On May 12, a bombing occurred in Riyadh, killing more than 5 people. Ian's Butterfly completed the report.

On May 16, an explosion occurred in Casablanca, but unfortunately Ian's men were unable to keep up and it became part of the news coverage.

After that, the news was mainly about Ian's side, overshadowing almost all other global news.

Oh, and not long ago, Anglican priest Geoffrey John was appointed Bishop of Reading in England. His homosexuality sparked tension and almost caused a permanent rift within the Church of England.

It doesn't have much news value.

Another development is the upcoming separation of Manchester United star David Beckham from Sir Alex Ferguson this month.

Ian doesn't remember the exact date, but he has already arranged for Sky Media reporters to keep a close eye on Beckham.

I've given you the clues; what you get out of them depends on your own abilities.

All sorts of things happen in the world every day, and Ian can only try his best to capture the important content.

Unfortunately, there weren't any major events in the second half of 03.

I hate peacetime!

Ian shook his head slightly, put away the newspaper, and said, "Give me a glass of mineral water."

A young and beautiful flight attendant approached Ian with a bottle of mineral water: "Sir."

Just then, the plane lurched, and the flight attendant lost her balance, spilling the cup of water all over Ian.

Uh... the spilled wine scene has gone from the ground to the sky?

He stared at the flight attendant speechlessly.

The other person seemed a little nervous: "I'm so sorry, sir."

"It's alright." Seeing that the other person really didn't do it on purpose, and didn't try to seduce him... she didn't take advantage of the bumpy ride to sit in his lap, which made Ian a little disappointed.

However, it's understandable; not every woman has to throw herself at you.

After wiping his clothes, Ian told the flight attendant to leave.

He stood up and shook his arm, just in time to see Van Nistel putting medicine into his mouth.

Ian's heart skipped a beat: "What kind of medicine did you take?"

Van Nistel replied, "Painkillers, boss, OxyContin."

Ian frowned. "You'd better take less of it; that drug is addictive."

Van Nistel gave a wry smile: "I'm already addicted, and besides, there are no doctors around."

Due to the reduction in personnel, there was no accompanying doctor, so both Van Nistel and the translator Clark could only rely on painkillers to relieve their pain.

Clark, standing nearby, remarked, "At least we can afford OxyContin now."

Ian was speechless.

The world knows how bad the US healthcare system is.

Because of the terrifyingly high medical costs, most of the poorest people in the United States can only rely on painkillers to get through the difficult times when they are sick.

However, painkillers are not exactly good either; they are essentially a weaker version of drugs.

In order to legally sell these "drugs," Purdue Pharma, controlled by the Sackler family, spends a lot of money every year to grease palms.

They are also one of Carl Media's Google Ads (GG) clients, and a high-quality GG client at that.

The latest novel is first published here!

That's why Ian didn't expose them.

Considering that both Van Nistel and Clark were terminally ill, painkillers were their best companion now, and quitting was pointless; money was the only solution. Ian didn't say anything more.

Van Nistel suddenly said, "By the way, boss, I have a friend who wants to work for you, like Butterfly, or Brydson, but he doesn't have a terminal illness."

Ian immediately shook his head: "That won't do. What I need are people who are willing to die for it."

Van Nistel said, "He'd die for you if you did him a favor."

Ok?

Ian looked up at Van Nistel: "What's the matter?"

Van Nistel replied, "Take down Pasaccord."

Pasaco Pharmaceuticals?

Ian was puzzled.

Pasaccord is not a major pharmaceutical company in the United States and has no connection with Ian. The question is, what exactly is going on?

Then Van Nistel began to speak.

It turns out that his friend's name was Ilse Croshaw, a white man living in the lower class of America.

He hated Pasaccor because his wife had tested new drugs for the company and suffered severe health damage from the side effects, dying shortly afterward.

However, Pasaccor Pharmaceuticals refused to acknowledge that this was due to their new drug, citing their strong legal team.

Unable to win the lawsuit, Ilse Kraushaw could only watch his wife die.

Ilse Krauss had no children, and his wife was the love of his life. That's why he wanted to avenge her, but he never had the chance.

Even if it's not a major pharmaceutical company, Pasaccor is still not something that ordinary people at the bottom of society can compete with.

"So that's how it is. So he's willing to risk his life to avenge his wife?" Ian asked.

Van Nistel nodded: "Yes. He knows there are many shady dealings at this pharmaceutical company."

Ian scoffed: "Which company doesn't have shady dealings?"

Ankang, Dubang, Karl Media—whose hands aren't stained with blood?

Ian shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid I can't help him."

Van Nistel chuckled, "You're planning to invest in Moderna, aren't you?"

Ok?

Ian was slightly taken aback.

(End of this chapter)