His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1546: By then, will your vaccine still be sellable? _1

Chapter 1546: Chapter 1546: By then, will your vaccine still be sellable? _1

Chapter 1546

In the living room, Alexander Foster and Hans White sat down to a game of Go, while the several people around them didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

After merely a short ten or so minutes, Alexander had already blocked Hans on multiple fronts, his momentum fierce.

Everyone in the Whites knew that Hans loved playing Go and was exceedingly proud of it, so it must have been something to have been dominated by a younger opponent.

Before long, the outcome of the game was clear.

Alexander won, predictably.

Hans drank some tea, his expression gloomy.

"Who did you learn to play Go from?" His eyes narrowed at Alexander, his gaze revealing an innate maliciousness.

Alexander answered unhurriedly, "I picked it up from a book when I was a reckless kid."

At his words, the two men assisting Hans were taken aback.

They believed that Alexander was effectively provoking a tiger on the verge of a rampage.

Sure enough, just as his words trailed off, Hans chuckled.

He took out a cigarette and casually said, "You’ll all be finished soon, you know that, right?"

It was as if he was talking about what they were going to have for their meal later - so effortlessly nonchalant.

"Seeing as our two families were once friendly, I’ll give you an opportunity. Join us, save the Carringtons and the Fosters, we can rise together. Isn’t that nice?"

He leaned back, regarding Alexander Foster with contempt.

Alexander responded lightly with a hint of a smile, "Uncle White’s proposal is very tempting, why don’t you tell me about the plan first? I might just be moved."

Hans exhaled a puff of smoke, "What more need I say? Don’t you know how glorious the Whites have become in the two years since your family began to decline? Tristan Collins is a clever man, look at how much the Collinses’ value has increased and you’ll know."

He gloated, "Right now, this vaccine of mine is as indispensable to the people of this world as water. Only a fool wouldn’t invest in it."

Alexander said, "To my knowledge, the vaccine produced by your company has no effect on the mutated virus. In the case of Norville Railway Station, thus far, five hundred people have already been infected, all of whom were vaccinated with your vaccine."

Hans raised his eyebrows, "Oh, Alexander, you’re still too young. Of course there’s a new version of my vaccine for the new virus. In order to protect public safety, we Whites are absolutely determined."

His smile was cunning.

Alexander replied calmly, "I suspect, there are those who won’t let you have your way."

"Who? The Whites are upright and open, all we do is legitimate business. Who should I fear?" He appeared nonchalant, his laugh still seemed wicked.

Alexander did not bother with further discussion. He directly played a recording for Hans that Chloe had made, it was the conversation Valleys had over the phone.

It was Valleys’ determination to dominate the world.

"I wonder, will your vaccine still sell when the time comes?"

Alexander watched his reaction closely.

Hans did not appear as triumphant as before, but nor was he too surprised.

Alexander achieved his objective.

He had broadcast that conversation because he wanted to know if Hans was aware of these matters.

Apparently, he was.

"The fact that one mountain cannot house two tigers’ is a concept that I believe you should be more familiar with than I am. The saying ’burning bridges’ has been an example of tearful regret since ancient times."

Hans knitted his brows.

"His aim is to create a new civilization under his rule. Non-members will inevitably be excluded. I hope Uncle White will consider this carefully."

"Huh, don’t even think about swindling me." Hans regained his casual air.

However, his eyes radiated a sense of unease and mental struggle, and he was not as relaxed as before.