The school even held sports meets in the past few years, and the thing they prepared for the athletes in each class was this—other nutritional supplements were too expensive, and this was the cheapest. The pitiful class funds could only afford this. A box of five tubes didn't cost much at all.
The director, of course, understood why Heizi was doing this, but all he could do was give a bitter smile, "The county always says the finances are tight, and the allocation never gets to us, the clinic doesn't have any extra money either..."
Yan Fei said with a laugh, "I get it, I get it all. It's not the director's fault. The whole environment is like this. Otherwise, would the Meat Processing Factory be under my name, Yan, now? By the way, director, how many people do we still have in our clinic?"
The director didn't even have to think about it, "Counting the janitors and those who do odd jobs, we have just over twenty people left."
