Four days later in Paris, France, a wealthy Chinese man who traveled around the world on a private yacht appeared in the entertainment sections of many newspapers because this young, handsome, braidless Oriental man not only owned a yacht that used a diesel internal combustion engine he invented.
, and also brought a magical medicine.
According to the captain of the French Navy's ironclad Styx who first encountered him, this injection, known as the natural water, only used a dose of about the size of tears to save one of his sailors from the hands of death.
At that time, the sailor was dying due to relapsing fever, and even the ship's doctor believed that there was no hope of recovery.
"What a shame, I obviously cured him of his bad habits!" Boss Yang said with disdain while looking at the newspaper in his hand.
This incident is quite unexpected. After he encountered the Styx returning to Brest from Algeria at sea, he originally wanted to ask for directions and leave. However, when he learned that his yacht was fast and was about to sail to France, the ship
The commander immediately asked him to help send a sailor who contracted relapsing fever to Paris first. Yang Feng would not miss such a good opportunity.
He told the French that he had a special medicine passed down from his ancestors, which could be said to cure the disease. When the French heard that, it was great. The sailor had little hope at all. He was just treating a dead horse as a living horse. Who knew?
After Yang Feng completed the skin test and injected him with a syringe of diluted penicillin, it didn't take long for the sailor's symptoms to significantly reduce.
Now the Styx immediately welcomed him as a distinguished guest, and the captain personally invited him to dinner. While drinking red wine and eating steak, this guy boasted about the efficacy of penicillin, and specifically emphasized that this thing is effective against plum blossoms, lin, etc.
Diseases and other stubborn illnesses can also be cured with medicine, but he knows exactly what these French guys are.
As a result, as soon as the dinner was over, the captain mysteriously invited him to his room, and then told him in a rather embarrassing way that he happened to be suffering from one of these stubborn diseases.
The rest was easy. After using penicillin to solve the captain's unspeakable secret, Yang Feng immediately became the target of his fawning, especially after knowing that Yang Feng could continuously obtain this magical potion from China.
Captain Lavelle wished he could chop off chicken heads and burn yellow paper with him in the Chinese way.
"Brother Yang, your accent is from the capital, right? I wonder why your father's name is taboo?" A zombie suit sitting opposite him just smiled faintly at his vulgar words, and then asked with some confusion.
"Master Huang, to be honest, I am actually an overseas Chinese in the United States. As for the ancestral magic medicine, I fooled these ghost guys. In fact, including this ship, I and a group of like-minded young people invented it myself.
Prepare to take it to Europe to make money." Yang Feng said with a smile. The dry and thin man sitting in front of him was a celebrity, the famous poet and diplomat Huang Zunxian.
There is nothing wrong with learning books and swords, rubbing her temples gradually into silk, my parents are happy to congratulate relatives and friends, when I fell to the ground thirty years ago. It is said that although Boss Yang is uneducated and has no skills, he can still remember this poem.
Lao Huang has just arrived in Paris with Xue Fucheng, the newly appointed minister of Britain, France, Italy and Belgium, and will then go to London to serve as the second counselor in the UK. As a Chinese rich man who travels around the world, Yang Feng should naturally report to the Chinese Embassy in Paris first, although at this time
Chinese people are quite rare in Europe, but not so rare that Minister Xue Fucheng personally receives them, so this job was left to Huang Zunxian as a staff member.
"Oh, Brother Yang is originally an overseas Chinese in the United States. I wonder where he lived in the United States? I have lived in the United States for a few years, and the overseas Chinese in America are also familiar with him." Huang Zunxian said with a smile.
"Eh? Mr. Huang, please forgive me for this. My friends like me don't like to be known to the outside world. You also know that anti-Chinese is very serious in the United States. It is difficult for Chinese people like us to survive, and the technologies they have mastered can easily cause
Those ghost guys covet it, so I have to be careful." Yang Feng said hurriedly, but he forgot that Lao Huang also served as the Consul General in San Francisco, and he might know the United States better than he does.
Huang Zunxian nodded noncommittally. As a bureaucrat of the Qing Dynasty, among other things, his ability to observe people's emotions was absolutely top-notch. I'm afraid nine out of ten sentences of this weirdly dressed guy in front of him were lies, but this was of no importance in the officialdom.
The person who told lies in nine of the ten sentences above is already very honest.
Boss Yang came to the Chinese Embassy to apply for a job. In his words, he came to serve the imperial court. Even if he was not paid, as long as he could be given an opportunity to serve the imperial court and the Queen Mother, he would be grateful.
"Sir Huang, you also know that the biggest wish for us overseas Chinese is to return to our hometown with honor. To be honest, we don't care about money. Now we just want to have an official status. This way we can honor our ancestors when we return." Yang Fengyi
He said sincerely, and the official slave's face was revealed.
He is in urgent need of a backer. Although the Qing Dynasty will not be able to survive for a few years. Of course, it will not be able to survive for a few more years if he is there to help. But the problem is that it is still a bit tiger-skinned. At least it still has the strongest team in Asia.
The fleet of Dingzhen Eryuan had just been in service for a few years, and it was just when it went to Japan to show off its power. The old empire, which had been repeatedly invaded by Britain and France, had a bit of a comeback, especially in the recent Sino-French war.
I once made the French people suffer, so there is no problem in trying to save face.
Huang Zunxian welcomed this. At this time, what China's envoys abroad lacked most was staff who understood Western customs. Although Yang Feng's origins were unclear, just because he knew five languages, even if
He was a rare talent. After testing his language skills, Huang was a little surprised and reported it to Xue Fucheng. In this way, Yang Feng became a Chinese diplomat as a translator at the embassy in the UK.
After getting what he wanted, Boss Yang returned to the Seine River with satisfaction. He still lived on his yacht. As soon as he arrived at the dock, he saw dozens of French naval officers gathered beside his boat, headed by the Lavelle.
When Chang saw this guy, he immediately pounced on him like a fly seeing blood.
"Dear Yang, you are finally back!" This handsome bearded man hugged Yang Feng tightly with an affectionate look on his face. Feeling the skin as rough as sandpaper, Boss Yang immediately got goosebumps all over his body.
pimple.
"Captain Lavelle, these are our friends!" He quickly pushed this guy away, then looked at the officers around him with flattering smiles and whispered.
"Well, they all need your help just like me." Lavelle whispered with an embarrassed look on his face.
Yang Feng looked at him a little dumbfounded, and then looked at the officers, and couldn't help but shudder. Of course, he was not the French Minister of Defense. The naval officers did not have safety measures in place when they were looking for young ladies. This had nothing to do with Mao, he
Concerned about his own income, this guy pulled Lavelle aside and asked in a low voice: "Did you explain the price clearly?"
He made an agreement with Lavelle. If this guy brings him a customer, he will give him a 10% commission. However, the price of this medicine is not cheap.
Lavelle nodded and said: "Yang, according to your request, one thousand francs per injection, but they require payment in installments."
"This won't work. I won't stay in Paris for too long, because I have now accepted the employment of the Qing Embassy in the UK and will soon go to London with them as a translator.
Let's do this! They can each pay a hundred francs in advance, and I will give each of them a diluted injection. If they feel it is effective, then I will sell them one injection at a price of one thousand francs each, and then I will
Give them the instructions at the same time, and let them find a doctor to use the medicine themselves." Yang Feng said.
It should be said that this method is quite reasonable. The key is that Yang Feng has to conduct skin tests on them one by one. He does not want penicillin to cause death as soon as it is released.
The officers didn't have any objections to this. Although one thousand francs was not a small amount, it was nothing compared to their unspeakable secrets and future. Soon these guys paid for the injection, and then with a trace of
They all went back to their homes to look for their mothers.
While dividing the spoils with Yang Feng, Lavelle asked: "Yang, why don't you stay in Paris? You can open a pharmacy here and sell your medicines exclusively."
Yang Feng smiled lightly and did not answer.
Why?
How much money can be squeezed out of a city that just went through a reform twenty years ago? London is different. The world's wealth is concentrated there. Think about the ancient families that have lasted for hundreds of years.
, thinking about the staggering wealth of the British royal family, Yang Feng felt that a huge golden mountain was waiting for him to dig!
Needless to say, the effect of penicillin is natural, especially since people in this era have no resistance at all. Although Yang Feng injected them with diluted doses, they still achieved almost immediate results. Early the next morning
Boss Yang was brushing his teeth against the water of the Seine! Yesterday, those officers swarmed onto the dock like a pack of wolves, waving banknotes one by one and screaming, startling Huang Zunxian who came to find Yang Feng.
"Master Huang, please do me a favor. I'll deliver the goods and you'll pay for them. One thousand francs per person." Yang Feng didn't care about being polite anymore and directly dragged Huang Zunxian on board. He was responsible for distributing the medicine, and Huang Zunxian was responsible for counting the money.
Divide the medicines.
"Brother Yang, what kind of medicine are you talking about?" After the officers dispersed, Huang Zunxian wiped the sweat from his head, looked at the tens of thousands of francs in front of him in shock, and said in disbelief.
The franc at this time was on the gold standard. One franc was 0.29 grams of gold, and one hundred francs was close to one tael. Almost ten taels of gold would be exchanged for a little potion as big as a little finger. This was simply liquid gold!