After waiting for a long time, Chu Zhixi finally changed his clothes and asked Wu Mian to return to the dormitory.

"Girl, Owen just called me."

Entering the room, Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi said.

"Have you made money? I haven't heard of any major fluctuations in the financial market recently. Yes, I don't pay much attention to it." Chu Zhixi had no idea about money and said casually, as if he was talking to Wu Mian about the salty food today.

"Not yet, he said it was a small gift for me to celebrate the closure of the temporary hospital." Wu Mian said with a smile.

"Are you a little gift?"

“Appetizer.”

“What would it be?”

"This is a world that is worse than bad." Wu Mian said, "The US has never set out to resolve the financial crisis in 2008. Capitalists can't wait. Every day is precious to them. As long as the assets do not increase, they will feel uncomfortable all over, as if they are infected with the new pneumonia virus."

"Be more optimistic." Chu Zhixi looked at Wu Mian and said seriously.

Wu Mian knew that Chu Zhixi was talking about something worse.

"Although the data in the past two years have been quite ugly, and with the epidemic coming to the truth, I am very pessimistic about the judgment of the past few years, and the economic downturn has long been a foregone conclusion.

But we can withstand this. Lin Yifu's judgment is not outdated. The modernization of hundreds or thousands of towns is still enough to maintain twenty years of growth."

"don't know."

"Everyone is taking medicine. If the US imperialists do not solve financial risks, we cannot move, otherwise they will be eaten. The decades of efforts of the people across the country have become the harvest of the US imperialists.

Financial countries have gained industrial hollowing out, manufacturing countries have gained overcapacity, and resource countries have gained high inflation and high unemployment. In my opinion, it is now 1929, and the financial tsunami will be previewed first. The longer it drags on, the higher the tsunami."

"What does it have to do with us? Although the fight against the epidemic has not been completely over yet, we can count the days with our fingers." Chu Zhixi smiled.

"The life will be even harder, the epidemic changes life, and the financial tsunami... By the way, Aowen said this is an appetizer."

"Oh, his voice sounds very nice." Chu Zhixi said.

"The major forces confronted each other with high intensity, but they didn't really want to go straight to the line. Instead, they hoped that an opponent could not bear it and became a reserve grain for winter. When the former Soviet Union fell and Japan fell, they all became reserve grain. As for the Asian little dragons, they were all appetizers and didn't care about their fullness at all."

"I'll buy rice and white flour when I go back." Chu Zhixi smiled.

"Don't be stupid. Without vegetables, just eating vitamins can make a bird fade out of your mouth." Wu Mian said, "We are used to living a good life. It's really sad to see the situation and the future."

"I heard you chat with the principal yesterday and said that although this year is difficult, it may be the best year in the next ten years. That's what it means?"

"It's almost the same, but we're here now." Wu Mian said while changing her clothes, "This time, the Jedi counterattack will prevent us from falling down first, and then we can watch the fun on guard. This is a strategic buffer time. No matter how difficult it is, it won't be able to get through it. I believe."

"I want to go home."

"I want to go home, too."

Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi chatted casually, saying whatever they thought.

The temporary hospital was closed and the largest stone fell to the ground. Next, the patients in the designated hospital were cured. Tianhe City could be lifted after 14-21 days of isolation.

After washing up, Wu Mian and Zheng Kaixuan explained that they would not eat supper and would fall asleep.

I was so tired when I came to Tianhe. Wu Mian didn't think about anything. She slept from dawn to dark, from dawn to dawn, and slept for 26 hours.

After falling asleep at a time, Wu Mian completely relaxed her whole body and mind.

After getting up, he saw that Chu Zhixi had woken up long ago and was looking through his cell phone.

"What are you looking at, girl."

"Look at how many temporary hospitals are closed today." Chu Zhixi smiled, "Brother, you can really sleep!"

“Tired.”

"I've dried the water for you, drink water first, and then wash your face."

"Oh." Wu Mian responded.

"Our temporary cabin is officially closed. The dean's instructions are to stand by on time. If there is no special incident, you can go home one after another in one week." Chu Zhixi said happily, "Brother, when will we set off if we go home?"

"We must stay first, and wait until Tianhe City completely lifts the seal. We will take this time to study the virus."

"Okay." Chu Zhixi nodded, "You said Aowen wanted to give us a small gift. I think the oil has fallen sharply these days."

"Today, Sunday, we have to wait until the market opens tomorrow. However, big news usually comes out on weekends. Is there any news?"

"Opec and Russia broke down on Friday and could not reach an agreement to cut production by 1.5 million barrels per day. Yesterday, OPEC issued an announcement of a comprehensive increase in production and significantly adjusted its official oil prices, while Russia announced a challenge and also increased oil production."

"Oh, it's oil futures." Wu Mian said casually.

Although international oil prices could still be sold for $65 per barrel in January, and on Friday, crude oil was $46 per barrel, but now it has plummeted to $30, but Wu Mian doesn't care.

For the Genesis-level virus, he really couldn't understand why Owen Rothschild was so interested in making money.

The challenges that humans have to face are in the past few in history. The black hand passed down from 731 opened Pandora's magic box, and they are still fighting hard for "money" and showing their fangs.

Wu Mian really wants money but lives. He has no feeling about it.

I opened my notebook and opened several emails, some from the principal, some from the United States, and some from Europe, all of which were about virus research.

Wu Mian looked at it, his brows became tighter and tighter.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Chu Zhixi asked.

"Which virus is studying," said Wu Mian. "Did you read the article published by researchers from the University of Delhi and Indian Institute of Technology on January 31?"

"Remember, but wasn't it said that academic fraud was deleted?" Chu Zhixi said.

"Haha, how can academic fraud be denied so quickly? BioRxiv is shameless? The editors of academic fraud articles are all stingy, so they will pass it directly?" Wu Mian said contemptuously, "If academic fraud is really a fraud, you have to fight an academic battle even if you bite your back teeth. You can't admit it if you beat him to death!"

"Well, brother is right." Chu Zhixi didn't care about this at all.

Whether it is true or false is meaningless to China.

But the epidemic has been controlled, and everything else is a war of words. My brother has said long ago that physics is not good, so don’t think about reasoning with others.

Wu Mian said that on January 31, researchers from the University of Delhi and Indian Institute of Technology published a paper on bioRxiv - "The 2019 novel coronavirus spinous protein contains a unique insertion sequence and has strange similarities with (HIV) HIV-1 gp120 and Gag proteins."
Chapter completed!