You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"My God, this is a miracle in medical history!"

Schmidt looked at the patients who were recovering and tears streamed down his face.

As a doctor, he knew all too well what this meant.

This drug, which is ten or even a hundred times more effective than Prontosil, will completely change the history of humankind's fight against bacterial infections!

Schmidt strode up to Lin Feng and bowed deeply to him with utmost respect.

"General Lin, I apologize for my previous ignorance and arrogance. You are a truly capable and talented person. The drug you developed and produced will save tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of lives in the future..."

Although he was Hans, Dr. Schmidt's excitement was still palpable.

However, what he didn't expect was that throughout World War II, penicillin saved far more than the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of lives he had imagined.

"What is the name of this miraculous medicine? How is it extracted?"

"It's called penicillin."

Lin Feng answered calmly, without revealing the method of extraction.

After a brief exchange, the Hans reached a consensus.

Dr. Schmidt confirmed that the drug was absolutely effective.

They must get their hands on this miracle drug.

Consul Gustav and Major Störheim were trembling with excitement.

Apart from Karl, a pure businessman, they were all fervent nationalists.

They immediately thought of the current situation in Europe.

The pace of tearing up the Treaty of Versailles is accelerating.

Everyone knew that war in Europe was inevitable.

The Germanic peoples would eventually use their swords to win back the land they cultivated.

Once war breaks out, casualties are inevitable.

When that time comes, how many wounded veterans will be able to return to the battlefield with their valuable battlefield experience thanks to this miraculous drug?!

Major Steheim whispered to Consul Gustav:

"If our soldiers could be equipped with this drug in future operations."

The Empire's casualty rate will decrease by at least thirty percent!

This is a weapon that changes the rules of war!

We need this medicine, and we must obtain it at any cost.

Of course, in their eyes, Lin Feng might be the head of state's secret ally.

But he was, after all, just a warlord of the Great Xia Dynasty.

A warlord whose homeland was invaded and whose territory was largely occupied.

This doesn't stop them from using this to their advantage, negotiating effectively at the negotiating table to maximize their gains.

"General Lin!"

Consul Gustav stepped forward, his tone urgent, yet deliberately trying to maintain an arrogant attitude:

What is the production volume of this medicine? At what price do you plan to sell it?

The Great Xia is too barren; I doubt the people here can afford your medicine.

"Our country might be able to help you sell it on the international market..."

Carl, on the other hand, saw huge profits from a business perspective.

Even the richest people are afraid of dying.

In order to save their lives, high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants and tycoons would absolutely be willing to spend their entire fortunes to buy this life-saving medicine.

This isn't medicine; it's practically liquid gold.

Karl's mind raced as he began to calculate:

Lin Feng is currently being held captive by the Japanese on the Jiaodong Peninsula.

He has over 100,000 troops to support and urgently needs foreign exchange and weapons and ammunition.

I can take advantage of this to drive the price down to the lowest possible level.

They even used some outdated domestic machines to exchange for the distribution rights of this miracle drug.

With that in mind, Karl straightened his suit and put on the face of a shrewd businessman.

"Consul Gustav is right, General Lin. Our Zenson Trading Company is willing to be the exclusive agent for the sale of this penicillin in Europe."

Karl rubbed his hands together, eagerly outlining his terms.

"Considering your current situation, you are surrounded by the Japanese army on all sides."

We can pay for medicine with weapons, ammunition, or legal tender.

We will definitely give you a satisfactory number.

"General Lin, please name your price."

Carl looked at Lin Feng with confidence, preparing for a business game.

Lin Feng looked at these self-important Hans and gave a faint, cold smile.

Trying to take advantage of the chaos?

Want to haggle?

Lin Feng looked at the group of self-important Hans in front of him and couldn't help but find it amusing.

Don't these guys understand that this kind of miraculous medicine that can pull people back from the brink of death is currently only possessed by Lin Feng in the entire world?

This is a seller's market that couldn't be purer.

In the face of absolute monopoly, any business negotiation skills are meaningless.

Lin Feng put away his cold smile and put on a warm and hospitable expression.

"Come on, friends, let's talk this over."

Lin Feng opened his arms and gestured for him to enter.

Consul Gustav had spent many years in China and was clearly familiar with the etiquette of Chinese business dealings at the dinner table.

"Okay, let's talk while we eat."

He immediately seized the opportunity, smiling broadly as he suggested:

"General Lin, you may not know this."

Our consulate's cook was specially hired from Bavaria.

His sauerkraut and pork knuckle stew and Thuringian sausage were absolutely delicious and authentic.

As a businessman, Karl knew how to liven up the atmosphere, so he quickly chimed in.

"Yes, let's each have a large glass of Qingchenggang beer."

This was brewed here by the Hans people when they built their factory; it has a rich and mellow flavor.

Paired with sausage and pork knuckle, it's an absolute perfect match.

The group chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere seemed to instantly become harmonious.

Only Major Störheim walked at the very back, without saying a word.

As a military officer, he participated in that brutal world war when he was young.

He had crawled and rolled in the muddy trenches of the Somme, witnessing countless young Imperial soldiers eventually develop infections from the smallest scratches.

In the absence of effective antibiotics, those soldiers could only wail in the field hospitals.

Watching their wounds fester and stink, they eventually die in extreme pain.

If the Hans Empire had possessed such a miraculous medicine back then, the large number of wounded and infected officers and soldiers would not have died in vain.

Major Störheim was the one among them who most desperately wanted complete access to the drug, and even the entire production line.

He knew all too well how terrifyingly powerful this drug could be in enhancing the army's combat effectiveness.

Unfortunately, his current status is merely that of a military officer, leaving him with no bargaining chips.

He could only muster all his strength and, with his face scarred by shrapnel, force out what he thought was a kind smile for Lin Feng.

That evening, Consul Gustav returned to the consulate's confidential room.

He personally drafted a long telegram, encrypting all the clinical data he had seen in the hospital during the day, as well as Dr. Schmidt's professional assessment report, and sent it directly back to Hansat via a high-powered transoceanic radio station.

The telegram was quickly delivered to the headquarters of the Hans chemical giant Bayer.

Bayer was the dominant player in the global pharmaceutical industry at the time, and their sulfonamide drugs monopolized the entire antibacterial drug market.

When Bayer's top executives and chief chemists saw the clinical data from the Far East, the entire board was shaken.

Fever subsided within 24 hours, sepsis controlled within 48 hours.

This drug's effects completely dwarfed their prized sulfonamides.

Bayer's top management keenly sensed the enormous commercial value and strategic significance it contained.

They held an emergency meeting overnight and quickly made a decision.

Soon, an exorbitant price quote was transmitted back to the Hans Consulate in Qingcheng Port via radio waves.