Chapter 70: Chapter 69: Throwing Out $1 Million! Buying a House and Opening a Clinic! (5 Chapters as the Base, Please Subscribe)
When Hank left, he didn’t forget to thank Zhou Mo Sen.
But on his stiff and ugly face, there was a look of utter disarray.
A tough guy, a DEA agent.
Investigating a case to the very end.
Only to find that everything was legal.
He would surely doubt life.
He would absolutely feel lost.
He was unsure if there was any meaning to what he was doing.
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t know what Hank would do afterwards.
But at least Dr. Zhou had done his best.
That’s just how the United States is.
It’s just that damn shitty.
Actually, not long after Oxycodone hit the market,
someone discovered there were major issues with the drug and reported it directly to the FDA.
However, the FDA is also a very ’kind’ organization.
They very straightforwardly took care of the person who raised the issue.
After that, there were no more questioning voices.
If Oxycodone were strictly controlled, it wouldn’t really be a big problem.
In China, it would be a red prescription.
But in the United States, with so many pharmaceutical reps from Purdue Company,
they all want to make more money.
Zhou Mo Sen certainly didn’t know how that American big shot got his hands on Oxycodone precisely.
But this drug really isn’t hard to obtain.
Its restrictions are similar to Vicodin.
Even if you prescribed a bit more, as long as no one checks, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
The way drugs are prescribed in America is quite unique.
You’ll receive a small yellow bottle, which you take to a pharmacy with a prescription to collect.
The original packaging of the drug will be dismantled and then repackaged into that bottle.
So, what specific drug was prescribed isn’t something others can see.
Zhou Mo Sen could only help Hank up to that point.
He still had his things to handle.
...
That day.
The weather in San Diego was clear.
Previously, Zhou Mo Sen and his professional team
had already decided to launch a dermatology clinic.
To open a new dermatology clinic.
The site selection is a very crucial step.
Zhou Mo Sen’s idea was quite straightforward.
Our Monroe Clinic and Howard Clinic hold the two ends of G Street.
So it made sense to choose a location in the middle of G Street.
Find a shop, secure it, then we’d remodel it.
In the future, we will open more departments, basically more types of clinics.
Until we completely fill G Street.
Then, wouldn’t that be a comprehensive hospital?
Zhou Mo Sen’s idea naturally gained everyone’s support.
After all, it’s your money, spend it however you like.
So, we began looking for a middle one.
Unexpectedly, it wasn’t easy to find.
Some shops are too small, unsuitable for a clinic.
Some are too large, a single dermatology clinic really doesn’t require that much space.
Others simply didn’t want to sell.
Finally, they found one with an appropriate size, and the owner was willing to sell.
But the owner of the shop was quite peculiar.
Mr. Reading did want to sell his shop.
But upon hearing it was for a clinic, he made some bizarre requests.
"I want cash! You must give me cash!"
In general, large transactions in the United States are conducted through bank transfers.
Oden once again accepted Zhou Mo Sen’s commission to negotiate on the shop.
He didn’t expect Mr. Reading to be so stubborn.
Things escalated.
Reading was quite loud, causing a disturbance among the people.
There are also onlookers in America, many bystanders stopped to watch.
Even the police arrived to maintain order.
After all, this street is quite important.
What to do?
Call the boss.
But before Oden could take out his phone, Zhou Mo Sen arrived.
Accompanied by a few others, doctors and nurses from the clinic.
Reading was a white man in his forties.
He looked like someone hard to deal with.
Seeing Zhou Mo Sen, he wasn’t very polite.
"I want cash! You Chinese are rich, after all! I just want cash!"
This comment was already discriminatory.
Zhou Mo Sen walked straight up to him.
Taller by a head.
Many had already noticed the large case Zhou Mo Sen was holding.
Could it be...
"You want money? Look at what this is!"
Zhou Mo Sen opened the case, giving it a shake.
Wow! It’s so green!
Some American onlookers had their eyes almost pop out.
Reading’s eyes were filled with greed.
But that money...
Zhou Mo Sen’s face turned serious, "Tell me honestly, is it because we’re opening a clinic, or because I’m Asian?"
Upon hearing this, Reading’s confidence shriveled by a lot.
Surely, he was trying to give Mo Sen trouble because he was Asian.
Plain and simple discrimination.
But now...
"Of course, it’s because..."
Before Reading could finish, Zhou Mo Sen interrupted him.
"Just tell the truth. If you don’t, I won’t buy it."
Upon hearing this, Reading ground his teeth.
"I am discriminating against Asians!"
Did he really speak the truth?
It was risky; the police maintaining order might act.
Reading took such a big risk, just for the sight of those green tickets.
By now, he should have it, right?
Zhou Mo Sen turned and left promptly.
"What, what happened?"
Reading was dumbfounded, unable to understand.
Zhou Mo Sen cursed without turning back, "You damn fool! You discriminate against me, and I still buy your property! Sour pickles don’t eat!"
Reading was left speechless by the insult.
The onlookers applauded!
That scene was truly something to behold.
Zhou Mo Sen indeed didn’t buy Reading’s property but found another instead.
Closer to Monroe Clinic.
The owner also heard of Mo Sen’s previous encounter.
Simply discounted fifty thousand US dollars.
Straightforwardly stating they do not discriminate against Asians.
Actually, Asian discrimination is commonplace in American society.
Zhou Mo Sen’s actions today spoke up for many Asians.
However, Oden witnessed the entire event.
Once the property was secured.
This slick lawyer grinned and said, "Ever thought about running for office?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mo Sen laughed as well, "What do you mean?"
Bluntly, Oden said, "Did you never intend to buy Reading’s property? Already set your sights on this one?"
Once more, Zhou Mo Sen laughed heartily, "This property is closer to Monroe Clinic."
Ah? So the incident with Reading was a ruse?
However, saving fifty thousand dollars is factual.
But no matter how you look at it, Asian or Chinese discrimination is prevalent.
Zhou Mo Sen’s actions showed many that he is not one to mess with.
Regarding Oden’s suggestion to run for office... Mo Sen truly has no interest right now.
Property settled, renovation is next, but more crucially, finding a doctor.
The dermatology doctor, recruitment needs to be thorough.
Unexpectedly, someone came.
"Dr. Zhou, you’re opening a new clinic."
The visitor was a beautiful woman, a big celebrity, her arrival sparked much discussion.
Who else could it be but Nicole Kidman?
Zhou Mo Sen found himself under a surprise attack, momentarily at a loss.
Fortunately, Oden wisely left the scene.
Leaving just Mo Sen and Nicole Kidman to tour the newly bought shop.
Just the two...
"Master, that mask is out of stock again."
He did enjoy hearing her call him master.
"Is that why you came?"
Nicole Kidman quickly whispered, "I heard someone is plotting against you, and I want to help."
She heard the news, it seemed Jensen was planning to act.
Zhou Mo Sen smiled slightly, "A trivial matter! A quick trip to Los Angeles will settle it!"
Such demeanor, such flair.
Nicole Kidman felt even more that Zhou Mo Sen was the Oriental God of Beauty.