God has been a big help, and the flowers are almost three cents fragrant.
Xiang Li is not here, but Commander Fang is here, and he cannot speak Persian.
As a result, the Persian merchants received a more enthusiastic reception this time than the last time. The small boss Beiming and the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Palace almost broke out in laughter.
"Boss Qin said last time that all the good stuff would be shipped to her, and she paid double the price. After we went back, a batch of good goods arrived, so we worked day and night to deliver them to Boss Qin.
Come." The big Persian businessman, the Count, stroked his big beard and smiled very slyly: "It seems that we have come to the right place this time. You will like this batch of goods we have brought very much."
As he spoke, he motioned to the people behind him to open the boxes used as exhibits.
There are matchlocks, shotguns, and even a few firecrackers. Their appearance and accuracy are much better than the previous batch of matchlocks.
When Fang Yi and Bei Mingyou saw each other, they immediately looked at each other, their eyes flashing with joy.
In order for Persian merchants to transport these guns, they had to cross the border between the Rakshasa and Nile countries. In the current complicated situation between the three countries, they did not sell to these two parties, but passed through in the flames of war.
The two countries shipped it to them. This is not only a manifestation of the merchants' pursuit of profit, but also it can be said that the medicine given by Ziyu last time made them feel profitable.
Buying and selling, as expected, each party has what the other party wants. This is the best business.
At that moment, Fang Yi laughed, gave a thumbs up to the big Persian businessman, and said with a smile in fluent Persian: "Very good, we really like it. This time, we will follow our boss Qin's old rules.
The quoted price was doubled and the price was doubled, so we bought it.”
Doubling their quotation means that they can charge as much as they want. The Persian businessman smiled, very happily.
Fang Yibei Mingyou also smiled, war on the country can never be measured by money.
"I knew it would be very pleasant to cooperate with Boss Qin." The big Persian businessman extended his hand.
"That's right, we in the East are not short of money. If you have any good things, just come." Fang Yi also stretched out his hand to shake the hand of the big Persian businessman, and at the same time smiled politely and said: "If you still need those medicines last time,
We can give you a 20% discount, which will definitely be a pleasure to our friends, Boss Qin."
"Hahaha, okay, okay." The big Persian businessman was happy at this. It was indeed right to risk the war and sell them here. Everyone wants muskets, but only Boss Qin can give them the top-quality medicine they also need.
, as expected, on the right track.
The cooperation was pleasant, and the Persian businessman looked at each other and smiled.
The weather in autumn is refreshing, and business is good.
"Medicine, Sister-in-law Ziyu is not here, what medicine should we give them?" After sending the Persian businessman away to rest, Bei Mingyou's little brows completely furrowed.
The holy medicine that stopped bleeding and healed wounds last time was made by Ziyu. Although they all knew that it was the feces of the poisonous insects in the hunting ground, but Ziyu was not around, so none of them could get it out.
Fang Yi was busy writing on the table, writing a letter quickly while saying in a deep voice: "No matter how many they are, let's leave the gunfire behind and talk about the holy medicine and give it to them when the princess comes back." Anyway.
They have got their muskets, so there's no rush.
In response to Fang Yi's completely rogue attitude, Bei Mingyou's eyes flashed with light.