Super Chief

The salt is related to Shi Xiong’s future development plan. For Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson, it is related to whether they can make a lot of profits and become masters. So when negotiating, it is really called a comparison. They The negotiation between them did not go very smoothly.

　　 Of course, with some appropriate concessions, Shixiong will still allow it. After all, this kind of thing can't make one party eat full of intestinal fat while the other party can only drink northwest wind. Only things in which both parties can get benefits can last long.

　　 There is no eternal friendship in this world, only eternal interests. Everyone understands the meaning of this sentence.

　　 "What? You plan to exchange materials for these table salt? Well, I agree in principle. After all, your pound is useless with us. Since you are willing to exchange materials, I can agree to this."

　　 After some fierce negotiations, the final focus of the contradiction was implemented in several aspects. After careful consideration, Shi Xiong made a little concession again.

　　 Originally, Shi Xiong used salt to exchange British pounds. That thing is not much better than waste paper here, and it’s like wiping your ass. However, this kind of important matter cannot be easily compromised. Only by making a slight concession at the most critical moment can you obtain the benefits you want in other areas.

　　Sure enough, after hearing Shixiong agree to this, Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson both smiled.

　　 You ask them to pay for these salt, and they don’t have so many pounds.

"Dear guardian, since you promised us that we can exchange materials for these table salt, should we continue to discuss the value of these table salt?" Shixiong's skill or cunning made Captain Hank realize he was I really underestimated this strong barbarian before. On the surface, this guy looked very strong, but inside this strong body, there was an extremely delicate mind.

　　 This made Major Hank immediately put away his previous contempt for Stone Bear, and instead opened his mouth to respectfully call him the "Guardian Lord". It can also be seen from the change of title that Major Hank has treated Stone Bear as an equal person.

　　 Shixiong shook his head and said, "Major Hank, the price you just mentioned is not kind. 0.5 pence a pound, do you think I am stupid, or the price you proposed is stupid?"

　　 Seeing Shi Xiong's sarcasm, Major Hank couldn't help but blush.

Shi Xiong didn’t seem to see Major Hank’s look, and said to himself: “As far as I know, the ex-factory price of salt in the Dortwich Saltworks, the largest saltworks in your country, is equivalent to almost one penny and one pound, and it’s expensive. Can the salt produced by the National Salt Factory be compared with mine? The salt we produce is actually not affordable for ordinary people. This kind of salt should usually be placed on the tables of the noble lords in your country. And even if my salt is placed on the banquet table of King George III of your country, it is absolutely qualified. Major Hank, Lieutenant Ferguson, do you agree with what I said?"

Major Hank was choked with these words. Lieutenant Ferguson took the conversation and said, "Respected guardian, don’t forget that we need to pull the salt from here to Jamestown. Shipping from Jamestown to the British mainland is also very expensive."

"Can you chop off so much for me? Is it possible that you two really think I'm a fool and don't know anything about the outside?" Shixiong looked at these two playfully, "Don't tell me, don't look. I’m here now, but I probably know more about the European continent than you do. For example, when your King George III was 18 years old, he was rewarded by your last King George II to stay at St. James’s Palace. , But Prince George at the time did not agree. But your King George III married your Queen Sophia Charlotte in the Royal Auditorium of St. James's Palace."

　　 As soon as these words were spoken, both Major Hank and Ensign Ferguson looked like hell.

　　 They don't know these rumors, and only a few great nobles can know about these royal secrets. But looking at the barbarian's speaking attitude, he obviously knew these secrets.

　　 Shixiong certainly knows. As an associate researcher librarian working in a museum in his previous life, he certainly knows some of the most basic history of the West. As the most powerful sunless empire on this planet several hundred years ago, its history is even more of concern to Stone Bear.

　　 Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson were completely defeated by Stone Bear's remarks, and the two didn't even have the idea of ​​negotiating.

　　 This barbarian man is a devil, otherwise, how could he know so much?

Seeing that the two people were beaten by himself, Shi Xiong knew that it was time to make concessions, so he said: "I will never accept the price of 0.5 pence a pound, but I can accept a penny a pound. Pound price. In fact, I know very well that as far as the quality of this salt is concerned, as long as you ship it back to the UK, I believe those noble lords are willing to buy these salt for four pence or even higher prices~www.NovelMTL .com~ For those noble lords, they won’t take a few pennies in their eyes at all, but this kind of salt can improve their taste a lot. No matter how much you can sell, I’ll give you The price is based on a penny and a pound. You can also make a huge profit at this price. Dear Major Hank and Ensign Ferguson, do you know if this price is acceptable to you?"

　　 Ishikuma is very aware of the popularity of this high-end refined table salt, and he also wants to make this fortune. But no way, he still doesn't have the ability to make this fortune. Apart from other things, Shixiong can't solve the problem of sales and logistics.

　　 However, the price of one penny and one pound is enough for the stone bear.

There are hundreds of sub-clan people working in Xiaoyanshan. All the big iron pots in the tribe have been transported. One pot of salt can produce 30 or 40 catties of refined salt. Twenty pots are made at the same time. One thousand five six hundred catties of salt can be produced in one day! Approximately 1,700 pounds.

　　 Shixiong said that 30,000 pounds a month is an insurance statement. If the people are allowed to let go, they can provide 60,000 pounds a month.

　　 But the rice has to be eaten bite by bite, and I can’t eat hot buns in a hurry.

　　 So now Shixiong intends to use 30,000 pounds for the first two transactions.

　　 As for the cost of refined table salt, apart from labor, it is almost nothing. The most expensive thing is wood, but the mountains and plains here are full of trees, and the most indispensable thing is this stuff. So even if it's a penny and a pound, it's almost a pure profit.

　　 Sure enough, as soon as the price was exported, Major Hank and Lieutenant Ferguson, who were still awkward just now, raised their heads in surprise...