Super Chief

"Those nobles are very extravagant, they use more salt every day than the ordinary people. Ordinary ordinary people don't want to use salt, but who cares about those nobles? Therefore, this month's 30,000 pounds of salt is probably not enough for the domestic nobles. Master use it." Major Hank said, looking at Lieutenant Ferguson.

"At the same time, don’t forget that these salt are refined refined salt, which is rarely seen in China. I have known the domestic salt price. Now our largest saltworks in the country, the Dortwich Saltworks, can produce about 30,000 cwt a year. The price of salt from the Dortwich Saltworks is about two shillings per quart (quart, imperial unit, one quart is equal to 28 pounds, or about 12.7 kilograms), that is, a pound of salt is about 0.9 It’s about a penny. But don’t forget that this is just the ex-factory price. The price of salt on the market is about 1.5 pence a pound. But that kind of salt is the lowest grade salt, not good in color, not good in taste, and contains impurities. The salt here is the top refined salt. If this kind of salt is on the market, even if it sells for four pence or higher for a pound, those nobles will break their heads."

　　 Lieutenant Ferguson nodded. He still knows this calculation very well, and he also knows that Major Hank's words are not exaggerated. With the luxurious lifestyle of the noble lords in China, this refined salt will definitely make the butlers of these noble lords berserk.

"If we can get their agency rights, we will use the domestic low-grade salt to purchase the salt, and then as long as it is shipped back to the United Kingdom, I intend to sell it to the noble lords at a price of five pence or even six pence. They don’t care about the money. If they can sell for six pence a pound, then one pound can only buy about 40 pounds of refined salt, and 30,000 pounds of refined salt can be sold for 750 pounds! And we need to spend it. How much to buy these refined salt? It only costs less than two hundred pounds! Even after deducting the transportation costs, we can make more than five hundred pounds when we change hands! We can make six thousand pounds in one year! This figure is more than domestic Ninety percent of aristocratic lords! At that time, we can also become aristocratic lords! You said, can we do this business?"

　　 This number makes Lieutenant Ferguson a little bit wanting to be silly...

　　 After swallowing dryly, Lieutenant Ferguson asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you think we can get these refined salt at the price of domestic low-grade salt?"

"Hehe, how can it be impossible? Don’t forget, they are barbarians. We don’t even need to pay, we just need to exchange things for these refined salt, and I think that barbarian will agree. It’s just that. Come, we need to bring in that old fellow Jones, and that **** old fellow won't let this business go."

　　 "Colonel Jones..." Lieutenant Ferguson muttered the name, and at the same time "tsk tsk" twice, and shook his head. Obviously, he was a bit unwelcome to the highest military officer in Jamestown. "Sir, if Colonel Jones joins in, with that guy's greed, he will definitely let him take away the bulk of this profit."

"You're right! So, we need to work together to blind Jones's greedy bitch. Patrick, I think there must be one person here between the two of us. Because only in this way can we be able to Conceal the purchase price or exchange price of these refined salt. And we can also talk to fellow Jones, and say that this barbarian tribe appoints who and whom to be the liaison officer, so that we can tell Jones that these refined salt The price is a pound and four pence or even more..."

　　 As soon as Major Hank said this, Lieutenant Ferguson immediately understood what it meant. If the two of them want to get the bulk of the profits, they must conceal the purchase price of these exquisite salt, otherwise once Jones knows the purchase price, then almost all the profits will be swallowed by the greedy colonel.

　　Although Lieutenant Ferguson has just arrived in the New World not long ago, he has heard countless people talk about Colonel Jones' greed.

　　 And in order to conceal the purchase price of these refined salt, there must be a liaison officer between this tribe and Jamestown, and all trade must go through the hands of this liaison officer.

　　 In the past, whether it was Poitans or other Indians, when dealing with European colonists, they used liaison officers or messengers to make deals.

　　 "Sir, let me stay! I don't worry about others!" Ferguson gritted his teeth and said.

Only the two of them know about this now. Major Hank is absolutely impossible to stay, and even if he wants to stay, Lieutenant Ferguson doesn’t plan to do so. After all, in Jamestown, Major Hank’s relationship is far away. Far more profound than this new ensign of the Army.

　　 Major Hank is in charge of organizing the transportation of salt in Jamestown and even selling some refined salt in the local area ~ www.NovelMTL.com~ The effect is far better than himself.

Think about the net profit of six thousand pounds that year. Even if Major Hank and Colonel Jones split the five thousand pounds and only left one thousand pounds for himself, that was a huge amount that I would never have imagined before. wealth!

　　 For those pounds, Lieutenant Ferguson really didn't mind staying as a liaison officer.

　　 Anyway, my parents are far away in the mainland, whether I have married and had children, or a bachelor, there is nothing to worry about. It is undoubtedly the best candidate to be this liaison officer.

　　 Hearing Ferguson say so, Major Hank nodded in satisfaction.

"Patrick, it will be very hard to stay here. So, as your reward, I will give you 20% of the net profit. Don't forget, our key purpose is to conceal the purchase price, so that **** Jones The old ghost won't get too much profit."

　　20%! This number was a bit beyond Ferguson's imagination, so he nodded excitedly and agreed.

　　 "Patrick, next we need to invite the two barbarians to negotiate about the agency of these refined salt, remember our bottom line, the price cannot exceed the price of domestic low-grade salt!"

"Don't worry, I know what to say." Lieutenant Ferguson waved his fist excitedly. The 20% dividend made him very excited. For the dividend of more than 1,000 pounds this year, he was willing to do anything, including staying. Act as a liaison officer in this barbarian tribe.

　　 The stone bear standing outside the tent talking and laughing, when he saw that the curtain of the tent was lifted and Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson walked out with a smile, he knew that the incident had not gone away...