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Chapter 174 I have conditions
The group of people were dressed in black suits, and the leader was wearing a well-tailored tuxedo. His hair was carefully coated with hair wax, making it look like a thin layer that clung tightly to his scalp.

This was a purebred white man with deep-set features and a hint of anxiety in his bright blue eyes.

Elsa seemed unable to recall who this person was. She felt she hadn't sent an invitation to him.

At this moment, some people in the crowd could no longer sit still. The Wall Street representative, Sempes, asked in surprise, "Mr. Gordon, what brings you here?"

The newcomer ignored him, merely nodding politely in greeting before walking straight towards Princess Elsa in the crowd.

Standing next to Sempus, Maddilon asked doubtfully, "Mr. Sempus, do you know him?"

Sempus nodded and said in a respectful tone, "Of course, he is Gordon Smith, CEO of Pfizer Asia."

"He is a very important figure at Pfizer. I never thought that Princess Elsa would even invite him."

Sempus's voice was soft, but it was still heard by those around him. They recognized him as the CEO of Pfizer, a giant in the pharmaceutical industry, and their eyes immediately showed surprise.

However, Semps was clearly mistaken; the person who invited Gordon Smith was not Elsa, but Chen Yang.

"Hello Mr. Gordon, we've spoken on the phone before. This is Chen Yang." Chen Yang extended his hand to Gordon with a humble smile.

“Hello, Mr. Chen,” Gordon looked Chen Yang up and down and exclaimed, “Mr. Chen is much younger than I imagined.”

"I thought that someone with a certain amount of experience would be able to make such a decision, but I didn't expect Mr. Chen to be so young. He is truly a promising young man."

“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Gordon,” Chen Yang said with a smile. “Mr. Gordon, let me introduce you. This is Her Highness Elsa of the Dutch Royal Family.”

"She has full authority to make the decision regarding this collaboration."

Gordon stepped forward, gently took Elsa's delicate hand in his, and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

“Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you.” Gordon raised his hand behind him, and his attendant immediately produced a pre-prepared contract.

"Based on Mr. Chen's proposal, Pfizer Pharmaceuticals is willing to provide its deep-tank fermentation technology patent and invest US$16 million to cooperate with China Fortune Fund to establish a pharmaceutical plant in the United States."

"I know you still have some concerns, but please rest assured that our fleet is absolutely capable of protecting the strain and ensuring its safe arrival on the American continent."

After saying that, Gordon looked around defiantly.

Consul Carl's face turned ashen. Before Gordon arrived, he had confidently declared that the Royal Navy would not allow a single bacterial strain to leave the British mainland.

It hadn't even been half an hour when Gordon came up and gave him a big slap.

If there's anyone in this world who hates Americans, that person must be British.

And everyone except Carl started to reconsider their previous offers.

Maddillan is certain that the reason they can't mass-produce is because they can't cultivate the strains on a large scale.

Pfizer's deep-tank fermentation technology is the core process for the future mass production of penicillin.

Currently, penicillin is only being cultivated using melons as raw materials. When they find a substitute, corn, that's when this technology will truly shine.

Elsa's eyes flickered, but before she could make a decision, Gordon added the fatal remark: "Of course, all of this depends on our country's 'Enemy Trade Act' lifting the restrictions on the Netherlands."

“Mr. Gordon, are you joking with me?” Elsa’s face immediately fell.

"You mean this contract is completely useless right now? Then what's the point of having me sign it?"

“Your Highness, please don’t be angry.” Gordon quickly explained, “After receiving Mr. Chen’s call, I explained the situation to headquarters.”

"The reason I was late was that I was waiting for a reply from headquarters."

"Chairman Lucas has just met with Secretary of State Hull, who said he would do everything in his power to facilitate our cooperation."

"That's why I arrived late."

Elsa's expression softened slightly as she looked at Chen Yang beside her, who nodded slightly. In truth, Chen Yang didn't know whether Pfizer would agree to cooperate with Elsa.

But he knew one thing clearly: the history of Pfizer's development.

In Chen Yang's time, there was a wealth of information about the history of Pfizer's pharmaceutical development available online.

Pfizer was founded in 1849, and its first opportunity came with the outbreak of the American Civil War in 1861.

Pfizer supplied the Union Army with large quantities of inexpensive drugs, thereby gaining significant resource support.

The second instance was during World War II, when Pfizer supplied the U.S. military with large quantities of cheap penicillin.

It was precisely because of the availability of medical supplies that the U.S. military was able to save the lives of many soldiers during the Normandy landings.

This gave Pfizer a second chance to take off.

If history is not mistaken, then the collaboration between Pfizer and LifeSun Pharmaceuticals will certainly be successful.

"Excuse me, everyone," Princess Elsa said, bowing slightly to the crowd in the banquet hall.

"The dance continues, I hope everyone has a great time."

“Mr. Gordon, please come with me.”

Elsa led Gordon away from the banquet hall, but Chen Yang did not follow.

Chen Yang had positioned himself as a private consultant, so it was clearly inappropriate for him to be present at this event.

Furthermore, he also needed to know how these people would react after Elsa signed with Gordon.

Sure enough, after Elsa left, the ball became somewhat deserted, and the British consul, Carl, was the first to leave the banquet hall with his entourage.

Judging from his hurried appearance, he clearly needed to go back and consult on the cooperation matters.

The German consul, Mr. Fährmann, remained as calm as ever, until his adjutant disappeared without anyone noticing.

As for Maddilron, he acted as if nothing was wrong; after all, Shell's business was oil, and pharmaceuticals weren't a necessity for them.

During wartime, the profits from oil can be no less than those from pharmaceuticals.

“Mr. Maddilron, it’s an honor to meet you.” Chen Yang raised his glass and stepped forward, saying, “I’ve heard that you’ve recently encountered some trouble.”

"Your oil can't be transported from the north."

This topic was like a needle, instantly piercing Maddilron's heart.

"Mr. Chen knows these things?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Her Highness Elsa's personal advisor position is only a part-time job. My main job is the head of the Third Section of the Southern Transportation Department of the Great Japanese Empire."

“Mr. Maddilron, to be honest, you have far too much faith in the South Manchuria Railway’s transport capacity.”

"They actually put all their bets on them."

Maddilon was even more frustrated upon hearing this. "Takuichi Ōmura swore that the South Manchuria Railway was the most efficient transportation organization."

"How was I supposed to know he would make such a blunder, leaving our supplies behind in the north?"

Chen Yang smiled slightly: "Mr. Maddilron, you don't need to worry. Perhaps I can help."

"However, I have a condition..."

(End of this chapter)