The breakfast here is very strange, it is a kind of mushy thing that I don't know what to use.

Fu Song felt that he had nowhere to eat, but after eating a little, he found that the taste was actually pretty good, a bit like fried rice, but the taste was richer.

After the meal was almost the same, Bronia suddenly asked, "Mr. Fu has come from thousands of miles away. There should be something very important, right?"

Fu Song nodded: "Do you still remember watermelon wine? The one who saved Rezac.

Although watermelon wine is wine, it is also a medicine.

Africa is hot for years and people are prone to heatstroke. Even long-distance running athletes like Rezac are hard to escape, let alone ordinary people.

According to the survey, the number of deaths from heatstroke in Africa accounts for 17% of the total death toll every year, which is simply incredible in other regions.

In the past, I had a basic misunderstanding of this situation and knew by chance that I had developed this kind of watermelon wine.

Clinical trials have proved that drinking watermelon wine for a long time can effectively avoid heat stroke.

This is definitely a blessing for the African people.

I heard that you have been determined to improve the living standards of low-level people in Africa since childhood, so this watermelon wine is simply tailor-made for you.

So for the health of the African people, I plead for a simple publicity in Africa in your name.

Wait until African people know the benefits of watermelon wine and benefit from it, and will not forget your kindness.

Bronia looked at Fu Song steadily, smiling and said, "You want me to help you with the endorsement and just say it directly, don't be so sloppy."

"Haha..." Fu Song didn't expect the other party to expose him directly, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But soon he returned to normal.

Standing up, Fu Song stretched out his hand to Bronia: "You agreed to say so, come on, have a happy cooperation."

Bronia shook her head: "I never endorse others easily."

"I understand, just say how much endorsement fee you need, and I can pay according to the world's top superstars."

Bronia said: "You are wrong, it's not a matter of money.

If I need money, there are countless ways to get it.”

Even though Fu Song was full of confidence, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged: "Ms. Bronia, I am really sincere.

If you are worried about the price of watermelon wine in Africa, I can guarantee it this way.

From production to sales, my net profit will not exceed 5%.

Moreover, my love-assisted fruit and wine production base is itself a charitable nature. As long as we can reach cooperation, it will benefit the African people and the Chinese people without any harm."

The scene suddenly became quiet and Bronia fell into deep thought.

After a long time, she raised her head: "Mr. Fu, you came from all the way and saved my father again. Logically speaking, I shouldn't have refused the conditions you proposed.

But my fame is too great in Africa.

It can be said that no matter what product, as long as I stand up and shout, even if this thing is of no use, it will be sold out as soon as possible.

So my every move represents not me alone, but all Africans.

I have to be responsible for them.”

Fu Song said frustratedly: "I understand. I didn't think about this before, so I'll think of other ways."

"Ahem, Mr. Fu, you misunderstood.

I can help you endorse watermelon wine, but I have a condition.”

"Condition?" Fu Song was overjoyed in an instant, "What conditions?"

Bronia stood up and said, "Come with me."

After saying that, he led the way ahead, Fu Song immediately followed.

Zhang Jiuyue, white Simon, and Bronia's father also chose to follow behind.

The group left the village and walked forward along a small path. Finally, the open space stopped.

There were also several grass houses in front of the open space, but they were very dilapidated, with many holes exposed on the walls, the size of a washbasin.

When Bronia's father saw the grass house, his face changed instantly: "Bronia, you don't want Mr. Fu...

No, this disease cannot be cured."

But Bronia was unmoved, so she walked over and pushed open the first door.

Fu Song followed behind and saw four black men lying inside, three of whom were children and the other was an old man.

The four of them were lying on the ground with pale faces, their bodies constantly swaying, looking extremely painful.

Bronia pushed open another door, and there were more people here, nine.

Five children, two elderly people, and two adult women.

Unlike the four people in the house who kept slapping their faces just now, the nine people's faces were red.

Fu Song walked over and touched a child's forehead, and found that it was so hot.

There were two thermometers on the table next to the nine people, and Fu Song picked up one and put it under the child's armpit.

It was taken out after five minutes, and the display number was 40.3     ℃.

Fu Song inspected back and forth. Three of the nine people had bulging their upper lips, and there was a stinky smell in the whole room, which should be caused by frequent vomiting.

After observing for a while, Fu Song and Bronia walked out together.

Bronia asked, “Can you tell me what the disease is?”

Fu Song said lightly: "If I guess correctly, it should be malaria."

Bronia looked at him in surprise: "It's good, you can see that.

Before, you said that your medical skills were just learned from a gangster, and I almost believed it."

Fu Song couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this.

If he may not recognize other diseases, but if he does not recognize malaria, it will be in vain.

Of course, Fu Song's understanding of malaria was not the horror of this disease he had personally experienced.

In fact, in the world where Fu Song lived before, malaria had disappeared in China.

Fu Song's perception comes from an old man and the Nobel Prize she won.

That’s right, the old man is Grandma Tu Youyou.

Her award was due to the fact that the old man discovered the first antimalarial drug, artemisinin, during the antimalarial war in China.
Chapter completed!