Chapter 118: Hundred thousand taels of silver!

"Sit down quickly, nephew, these two people have traveled thousands of miles from Britain to our Qing Dynasty to do business. We can be considered old friends between us." Pan Youdu spoke very fluent French. In this era, the official European language was French.

"I asked you to come here today because of what you need. These two gentlemen felt confident that they could do it. In addition, they thought our cigarettes had a certain profit margin and wanted to talk to you about the cigarette trade."

"Oh, I have always been very interested in business, but I don't know how you two will talk to me." Liang Pengfei sorted out his long gown, leaned on the back of the chair, picked up a glass of red wine handed over by the maid in his hand, and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"This, Mr. Pan, you..." Smith was a little stunned and turned to look at Pan Youdu who was sitting aside. He didn't understand why Pan Youdu actually let the young man take the initiative in speaking here.

"It's okay, dear Mr. Smith, I think he can represent me. You must know that he is my partner and it is very important." Pan Youdu's face was filled with an unchanging smile, and the fluent French that was spitting out of his mouth also came into Liang Pengfei's ears.

Seeing Pan Youdu's eyes and deep smile, Liang Pengfei bent his lips in understanding and smiled faintly. At this moment, Liang Pengfei completely grasped Pan Youdu's meaning, that is, today he is the protagonist of this business negotiation, and Boss Pan is ready to watch his performance.

"Okay, since you insist." Smith shrugged and looked at Liang Pengfei. "Mr. Liang, we learned from Boss Pan that you and Boss Pan own a cigarette factory, which produces a cigarette that we have never smoked before. It is very delicious. You may not know that in the past few months, Boss Pan has sold nearly a hundred boxes of cigarettes to our friends in Macau, which is very popular. So, as Boss Pan's friend, I came to discuss whether we have the possibility of cooperation."

Smith's gray-green eyes were filled with the unique treacherousness of a businessman: "In addition, we heard from Boss Pan that you need a patent, you may not know that in our British Empire, patents are difficult to get..."

"I remember there is a proverb, that is, in this world, everything has its value! Moreover, most things can be measured by money, whether it is patents, even territory, or even country." Liang Pengfei waved his hand indifferently and smiled.

These words made Smith feel like a confidant in his heart, which made him even more alert. It seemed that this young man under twenty seemed to be a difficult character.

"This...hehe, what you said makes sense. In our Europe, it is indeed the case." Smith touched his blue chin.

"100,000 taels of silver." Pan Youdu couldn't help but jumped, and his eyes fell on Liang Pengfei who was sitting beside him. Liang Pengfei was still holding the red wine in his glass without even blinking his eyelids.

"This is a must. You should know that in our Europe, patent fees are very expensive, especially these things with great commercial value, such as this picy acid. In our Europe, it is the best yellow dye, and the dyed fabric will not fade..." Smith's mouth was stirred desperately, praising the bitterness to the point of being in the sky and unparalleled on the earth.

"You are sure you are 100,000 taels of eyes rolling." Liang Pengfei took a sip of wine, placed the wine glass on the table, raised his eyes, looked at the boastful British businessman with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Yes, it was indeed ridiculous.

"...this." Smith quickly communicated with Thomson beside him with his eyes, and squeezed out a smile: "Mr. Liang, you should know that the inventor of picric acid is the scientist of our British Empire. I have a friend who happened to know that scientist. It is quite appropriate to obtain patents from him. And it would cost a considerable amount of money to keep those workers who know how to make picric acid away from Europe. You don't know how much the price France has paid for this picric acid..."

Smith originally wanted to say an exaggerated number to let Liang Pengfei know how much he had, but when he saw the unexplained light in Liang Pengfei's smiling eyes, he stopped involuntarily.

Liang Pengfei bit a cigar that was half-shot in his mouth. Mars sizzled on the flickering cigar head, and his eyes fell on Smith's exaggerated and vivid face. "I can promise you that you will purchase the patent for picnic acid and a complete set of picnic acid extraction equipment for a price of 100,000 taels of silver. Of course, hire two familiar picnic acid production personnel, and I will pay their wages. I believe that with the generous reward I give them, even if they are allowed to join the nationality of the Qing Dynasty, they may be willing."

"You are very wise." Smith originally thought that Liang Pengfei had seen through his skills. He was mentally prepared to be bargained by Liang Pengfei, but he never expected that the young Qing businessman in front of him would agree so easily. Smith thought about it and felt that his little heart was trembling. This was the wealth he had taken seven years to make after he arrived in the East. Now, there was no expected difficult negotiations, nor bargaining. In less than a day, the hundred thousand taels of silver actually hit his forehead.

Pan Youdu looked at Liang Pengfei, and his head turned into a ball of paste. He also didn't quite understand whether Liang Pengfei came in too hasty, so he left his reason at home, or that this little guy got drunk last night and was still not sober.

"What he said was 100,000 taels of silver, nephew." Pan Youdu still couldn't help but speak.

Liang Pengfei gave Pan Youdu a peaceful smile and nodded. His eyes were still clear and rational under the smoke: "I know this, so I promised him."

Liang Pengfei's answer made Pan Youdu speechless, and the prodigal boy was not so defeated. Pan Youdu lit a cigarette in disappointment. He felt that he was just worried about eating carrots. Forget it, anyway, this kid doesn't listen to advice, and he will not blame him for suffering losses.

"This guy is either 250 or a nouveau riche who doesn't care about money." Smith, who saw all this, was upset in his heart. Why wasn't he brave enough to say that he was a little bolder, and even 200,000 taels of silver? The young businessman with a breath of money might agree.

"However, I have a small request. If you can't do it, then the conditions I promised you just now will be invalid." Liang Pengfei's words raised Smith's care from his chest to his throat.

"Mr. Liang, please say that since we have become friends in business, out of friendship, I will do my best to help." Smith is not stupid. Although Liang Pengfei said a small request, who knows what request this young Qing businessman who cannot see through it will make.

"I need you to attach the patent for mercury and its production equipment. In addition, I also need help me recruit two workers or scholars who know how to make mercury." Liang Pengfei grabbed the cigar in his fingers, tilted his head and smiled carelessly.

"Rad Mercury." Smith was in a fog. He didn't know what was called Rad Mercury, let alone where to find such a thing.

"You are talking about mercury." At this time, Thomson, the assistant accountant and lawyer who had rarely spoken around Smith, asked Liang Pengfei.

"You know ray mercury." Liang Pengfei turned his eyes on Thomson, and Smith also looked at his assistant with a puzzled look.

"Yes, sir." Thomson nodded and said, "Chemist e. Howard once published a paper on the production of mercury. At that time, I was still studying in Oxford and knew something."

"What is the purpose of thunder mercury?" Smith immediately calculated quickly in his head. Could he get more benefits from this thing and from this Qing businessman?

"It's useless, it's just a newly discovered chemical. But this kind of thing is a bit dangerous and can easily explode." Thomson knew what his employer was thinking, but he really couldn't think of what ray mercury could do.

Liang Pengfei withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs, and gently tapped his fingers on the handrail: "Mr. Smith, how about it? I believe you only need to invest two or three hundred pounds in that chemist e. Howard. He will be happy to teach you how to make such things. You must know that scientific research is a very expensive job in itself."

Just as Smith was about to speak, Liang Pengfei raised a finger at him: "Don't talk to me about the price anymore. I'll make you earn at least 70,000 to 80,000 taels of silver in this business. Do you know why?" Liang Pengfei's eyes were full of the shrewdness of a businessman, and a faint smile.

"In fact, we can't make so much money." Smith licked his dry lips and squeezed out a ugly smile, just like the miser who couldn't even bear to eat food and saw the expression of a guest coming.
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