It's no wonder Zhou Yutao was shocked.
His semi-annual dividend was only thirty to fifty thousand yuan.
How long has it been, and the money has increased so much—it's like daylight robbery.
And they say it's to earn money for baby formula?
This would be enough even for raising a football team!
"Keep an eye on our area; I don't want anyone meddling in it," Yang Yunhai said. "If we're going to do it, let's make it big."
"Haha, great minds think alike," Zhou Yutao laughed. "I'm just worrying about money matters here, don't worry."
"By the way," Zhou Yutao said seriously, setting down his cup, "do you know about Chunyao Pharmaceutical?"
"The one that makes vaccines?" Yang Yunhai nodded. "I think I've heard a bit about them. What's up?"
"There was an incident," Zhou Yutao said, with a cold gleam in his eyes. "The vaccine killed two children."
