Chen Yu knew that Americans loved taking pills.
Never mind popping handfuls of painkillers when they were sick—at least then there was a real ailment, and the pain was unbearable.
But even when they weren't sick, for the sake of their health and swayed by aggressive marketing from pharmaceutical companies, they would down handfuls of various vitamins to supplement so-called "missing elements" in the body.
Just take a look on Wall Street. Which of those dapper elites in the skyscrapers didn't carry a small pillbox, ready to pop a couple of vitamins after a meal?
And when it came time to exercise, all sorts of supplements were considered essential.
But for someone like Michael Jackson to be taking about ten different kinds of pills at once... Chen Yu could only call that excessive.
"Michael, may I see this?" Chen Yu asked, walking over and pointing to the pillbox.
The assistant looked at Michael Jackson.
Michael Jackson hesitated for a moment before nodding.
