"This twenty-six million..."
Lin Jie, who was about to brush it off with an excuse, suddenly realized that he wasn't really short on cash anymore. The medical research funds were quite sufficient for now, so there was no need to hide this income.
He spoke frankly: "Kexin, I helped a bit with the generic drug of Mabthera that Zhengmao Pharmaceutical is selling hotly. This is the rights fee from Fu Xiuyuan."
An Kexin's eyes widened as she asked in surprise, "Ah Jie, you know how to do pharmaceutical research?"
Lin Jie just smiled and said, "Even if I'm a genius, I'm not that much of a genius. I don't know anything about pharmaceuticals. Mainly, someone anonymously sent me a Mabthera..."
He repeated the spiel he had previously spun for Fu Xiuyuan to An Kexin.
An Kexin seemed to understand, nodded, and said, "Some foreigners do have an overwhelming sense of justice. It's quite possible they'd anonymously send you the formula for Mabthera."
