Chapter 555 We are doing business with the devil! (Please order, please vote)
"Dear, it's time to take the medicine." Victoria's voice was so sweet that it was greasy, and a gilded spoon made a crisp sound on the edge of the medicine bowl.
"Drink medicine? What kind of medicine is this?" Albert narrowed his eyes and looked at him as he was obviously older than him.
My wife, who had a nest of children but was still radiant, asked in a daze.
"The potion that can save your life!" The queen's voice was filled with surprises, "The name is "Royal Coptis chinensis". It was brought to the UK by Chinese Ambassador Wang Libin. He arrived the day before yesterday. The Magic Committee immediately arranged for begging bows in London's slums to test the medicine. The effect was quite good and there seemed to be no extra toxicity."
It seems not?
Just as Albert was thinking about whether to drink this potion that could have huge hidden dangers, his stomach made a rumbling sound. He struggled to stand up and looked at the bone porcelain teacup in the queen's hand. Victoria put the gilded spoon on his chapped lips. The "Royal Coptis" liquid in the spoon was glowing like gold. The prince's Adam's apple rolled, and the medicine brewed with "Royal Coptis" quickly flowed into his mouth. It was so bitter!
Although "Royal Coptis chinensis" is bitter, it is very effective for Albert's intestinal bacteria. In less than an hour, he stopped diarrhea and could lean on the hospital bed to ask his wife something related to "Royal Coptis chinensis". Before he could ask, the prince's brow frowned again. Of course, life-saving potions are good things, but not possessing the potions in the hands of the British Empire is a big problem! A big problem that may threaten the national security of the UK!
"Dear Albert, have some more 'spirit tea'...be careful to burn your mouth."
Before Albert could speak, the queen took a cup of freshly brewed green tea from a maid and handed it to the prince.
"This is...:" The prince looked at the bone porcelain tea cup with blue smoke, and it seemed that there was only clear water and some floating tea leaves inside.
"This is a royal spiritual tea from China," the queen said, "Water directly in boiling water is effective in maintaining the stomach and intestines! Dear Albert, don't drink milk tea in the future, just drink the royal spiritual tea brewed with boiling water...
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"Wait," the prince interrupted his wife, "Why is it Royal Coptis and Royal Spirit Tea?"
Queen Victoria smiled: "Because Mr. Wu Chaoyue, the representative of China's Jiangnan Pharmaceuticals, hopes that I can give his products the title of 'Royal'."
The title of "Royal" is still very fragrant in the UK, and it sounds high-end, elegant and upscale. Although "Royal Coptis chinensis" has little significance, it is not afraid of being sold at a price that can't be sold at a price, nor can it be sold at a limited capacity, and it is very demanding! However, green tea produced in Jiangnan is named "Royal" and sold in Europe under the name of "Royal Spirit Tea", and may be sold well.
Now the British have grown tea in India. Although it is not time to harvest a lot, it is a matter of time. Luo Yaoguo has long been thinking about industrializing it one by one and investing a lot!
Although China is not short of capital at present, and the hundred silver accumulated by the trade surplus for hundreds of years has not yet been dispersed, only if this silver is held in the hands of the Chinese, can it maintain its value. Once it is outflowed in large quantities, the silver price will collapse.
Therefore, Luo Yaoguo had to do everything possible to expand exports! New export products, such as coptis chinensis and garlic, should be developed, old advantageous products, such as silk and tea, should be consolidated, and even porcelain that has begun to fall behind must catch up!
"He wants it, you give it?" Prince Albert took a sip of tea that was not very delicious, and the hot water flowed into his abdomen, giving him a warm feeling. It seemed to be useful!
Could this spiritual tea...:::.Really contains spiritual energy?
"Of course I won't give it to you for nothing!" The queen said with a smile, "Mr. Wu Chaoyue promised to transfer the production technology of Bernardine to us and grant a patent license!"
The transfer of berberine production technology and patent authorization is an important means for Luo Yaoguo to do the berberine and garlic business.
Because there are problems in the production, preservation, transportation, promotion and other aspects of berberine and allicin, the result of Luo Yaoguo's desire to eat alone is that neither of these two businesses is big. The upper class of Europe can guarantee that they have berberine and allicin. What does the life and death of the people below have to do with them? At that time, even if berberine and allicin are always equivalent to gold, they will not make much money and will not generate much demand for berberine and garlic.
Therefore, the most cost-effective way to transfer technology, liberalize patents, and allow European pharmaceutical factories to produce berberine together. Allicin is the most cost-effective way. Of course, technology cannot be given in vain.
"What is the price?" Albert was not stupid. He knew that no matter whether it was a devil or a prophet, he would not give people benefits in vain. "Does Luo Yaoguo want our steam ironclad ship and rear-loading gun?"
"No," the queen shook her head: "They want to jointly open a factory specializing in textile machines and steam engines in Shanghai with Sharp Brothers, and they also want to develop new silk machines at Sharp's Shanghai factory."
Sharp Brothers is the best manufacturer of textile machines and steam engines in the world during this period. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the basis of industrialization of the British Empire!
"It turns out that he is a greedy devil!" Albert's face changed and he gritted his teeth gently, "What he wants is the most fundamental thing!"
"Dear, should we refuse this deal?" Queen Victoria asked in a low voice.
"No, we also need to master magic!" Albert shook his head gently: "I have to take charge of this transaction myself... We are doing business with the devil!
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At the same time, the United States, the West Coast, San Francisco.
"My surname is Huang, and I am from Hunan...:.:" When Huang Shiren stood on a dock in San Francisco Bay, he immediately became vigilant. When he glanced at him, he found that the person talking to him was a young man in a black robe, a little thin, with a pockmarked face. He was holding a "True Covenant" printed with the statue of Hong Xiuquan in his hand, and a cross was hanging on his chest.
Obviously, this is a true priest.
"My name is Zhao Si. I am the pastor of the True Brotherhood of San Francisco." Xianfeng smiled and took out a flyer from the True Brotherhood and handed it to Huang Shiren. "Brother, you haven't joined my True Brotherhood yet? Why don't you lead you into the church? As long as you convert to the True Brotherhood, the King of Heaven will bless you, and the Brotherhood of the World will also protect you!"
This is Xianfeng’s current job, which attracts people to the church!
According to the order of his superior Lei Laohu, he had to develop at least ten new believers at the San Francisco Pier every day. If he couldn't complete it, he would have to deduct money! If it was exceeded, there would be a bonus.
However, it is not difficult to recruit ten people to join the church a day, because Chinese people who travel across the ocean to the New World also need an order that allows them to find money with peace of mind. The True Quotation Sect is now one of the controllers of the West Coast Order.
If Chinese people join the True Talk, they can make money under the protection of the True Talk.
The True Talks are doing "long-term business" on the west coast of the United States. Whether it is the True Talks in Tianjin, the True Talks in Seoul, or the "Tian Tang Sect" of Hong Ren and Hong Renzheng, the "Tian Wang Sect" of the West Coast, they have similar demands for the West Coast, that is, they try every means to expand the ethnic group of Chinese (East Asians) one by one. The sales of Chinese and Japanese goods on the West Coast will expand, and the amount of gold flowing into East Asia on the West Coast will increase.
The pressure on the surplus population in East Asia will be diverted.
"Mr. Huang, join us!" Xianfeng said kindly, "Join us, you can make money on the West Coast, otherwise those white people will bully you to death." At this time, Xianfeng suddenly found Huang Shiren lowering his head and reading the flyer of the Zhenqu Sect, "Mr. Huang, do you still recognize the words?"
A hint of pride flashed across Huang Shiren's face: "I've been a scholar!"
"Scholar? That's great!" Xianfeng looked surprised and grabbed Huang Shiren's hand, "We just need a talent like you! Join, I'll help you arrange a job as a teacher. If you really have the knowledge of a scholar, you can give you forty dollars a month...\n. That's two taels of gold!"
Two taels of gold are thirty taels of silver!
It's 360 taels a year! The salary of a first-rank official in the Qing Dynasty is only 180 taels a year... Huang Shiren couldn't believe his ears, and even felt that he had encountered a liar.
Xianfeng held Huang Shiren's hand tightly and did not put it down, how could he put it down? That was a big bonus, and this person would sooner or later become a comparable existence to Xianfeng. There are many Chinese workers on the West Coast now, but not many people can read.
Even Archbishop Hong Renzheng himself has never won the reputation of a scholar.
A scholar on the west coast is more precious than a Jinshi in China. A Chinese school principal can become a student immediately...:::
"Er Dezi, come quickly, there is a scholar here!" Xianfeng was probably afraid that the scholar would run away, so he quickly called De Ling, who was preaching nearby, to come over. The two of them stood on the left and right, and walked towards the cathedral with Huang Shiren.
San Francisco, True Cathedral.
Hong Renzheng sat in his living room. The newly elected Senator Jamie O'Connor, who had just finished the gold foil of Hong Xiuquan's icon, sat opposite him, holding a cup of green tea in his hand, frowned slightly: "Bissar, Mr. Sherman, I have discussed that if I propose any resolution in Washington that is beneficial to the West Coast Chinese workers this time, there will be no possibility of passing it. Instead, it will bring all the 100 voters in California to the Democratic Party... :::. The True Recruitment can control only 20,000 white voters, which is not enough to help me re-election. The Republican Party's goal is to win at least two members of the House, one of the Senator, one of the governor or the mayor of San Francisco, and four electoral votes in California. If it can be done, the Republican Party can guarantee that it will prevent the passage of anti-Chinese legislation as much as possible in the next four years."
"Anti-Chinese legislation?" Hong In-jung was stunned, "What? Democrats want to anti-Chinese?"
"Not stop," Jamie O'Connor shook his head, "After the San Francisco Rebellion, the men in Washington have already brewed anti-Chinese legislation, but the abolition issue has attracted the attention of voters, so the anti-Chinese legislation is progressing relatively slowly.:::
Chapter completed!