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

Carl was still trying to struggle.

"General Lin, the price is indeed too high."

We're buying in bulk, so you should at least give us a discount.

Although Hans felt extremely pained, he also sadly realized that...

Faced with this exclusive life-saving drug, they had absolutely no bargaining power.

What can they use to threaten Lin Feng into lowering the price?

Threat of force?

Lin Feng had over 100,000 troops under his command, and even the Japanese couldn't do anything about him.

Political pressure?

Should we go to the Führer and complain that his secret allies in the Far East are selling medicine at too high prices?

This is utterly absurd.

After an hour of arduous pulling and bargaining.

Karl had to talk himself hoarse before Lin Feng finally agreed.

"For the sake of us being friends."

One dose of nine small yellow croakers.

This is the bottom line; I won't sell for even a penny less.

Karl sighed helplessly, exchanged a glance with Consul Gustav, and finally nodded.

"make a deal."

That afternoon, in the courtyard of the 33rd Army Corps Headquarters.

Several trucks adorned with swastika flags drove through the gate.

Carl, accompanied by a group of trading company employees, carried heavy wooden crates into the headquarters vault.

The first batch of one hundred doses of penicillin was delivered in stock, and Carl immediately brought over nine hundred glittering little yellow croakers, settling the payment on the spot.

Lin Feng stood in the vault, looking at the neatly stacked gold bars, feeling secretly delighted.

This is only the experimental batch production of the pharmaceutical company.

Once Wang Kangning had fully mastered the production line process, all the fermentation tanks were operating at full capacity.

Each month, at least 800 to 1,000 doses of penicillin can be produced stably.

If all of them were sold to foreign firms, that would be a net income of nearly ten thousand small yellow croakers per month.

With this huge cash flow, he could easily exchange it for new penicillin production lines from the system and continuously expand the scale of production.

This is a process of snowballing wildly.

However, Lin Feng was well aware of the importance of a balanced strategy.

He absolutely cannot put all his eggs in one basket with Hans.

Although Hans is currently riding high, the future situation is unpredictable.

After seeing Karl and the others off, Lin Feng immediately summoned Zhao Yushu.

"Go and contact the representative of the White Eagle Trading Company in Qingcheng Port."

Tell them I have a batch of highly effective antibiotics and ask if they're interested...

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Qingcheng Port, Taiping Road.

This area was called "King Wilhelm Coast" during the Hans colonial era, and it was a bustling area where trading companies from various countries gathered.

Inside the three-story office building of the Pan-Asian Trading Company of the White Eagle Nation, manager George Smith was irritably flipping through the ledgers on his desk.

Several muffled whistles came from outside the window.

Smith loosened his tie and slammed the ledger shut.

Since the Japanese launched a full-scale war of aggression and blockaded the coastline of Great Xia, the profits of the Pan-Asian Trading Company have plummeted.

The arrogant Japanese soldiers in Shanghai often boarded their merchant ships at will under the pretext of inspecting contraband. Although the Japanese were not bold enough to directly seize the White Eagle's merchant ships, they always demanded various bribes and kickbacks.

The White Eagle currently maintains neutrality internationally, but domestic isolationism is rampant, and the government is unwilling to engage in direct conflict with the Japanese for the sake of a few businessmen's interests.

This made Smith, a businessman who was seeking his fortune in the Far East, feel extremely frustrated.

"Manager, there is a man outside who claims to be the head of the adjutant's office of the 33rd Army Corps requesting an audience."

The blonde female secretary pushed open the door and reported softly.

Smith paused for a moment.

The 33rd Army Corps? That warlord army of the Great Xia that just drove the Japanese out of Qingcheng Port.

"Please let him in."

A moment later, Zhao Yushu, dressed smartly, strode into the office.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhao Yushu directly stated his purpose.

"Mr. Smith, our Commander Lin has a batch of highly effective antibacterial drugs."

I've heard that your company has extensive sales channels within White Eagle.

Commander Lin would like to ask, are you interested in cooperating?

Smith leaned back in his leather chair, his arms crossed.

"Antibacterial drugs? Staff Officer Zhao, I am very familiar with the pharmaceutical industry level of Daxia."

You even need to import the most basic aspirin from us.

Do you have any effective medicine?

If it were a black herbal decoction, I doubt the people of the White Eagle Kingdom would buy it.

Zhao Yushu did not refute, but simply took out an English version of the clinical medical report from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Smith.

"Mr. Smith, you can take a look at this first."

Also, just a friendly reminder.

Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Carl from Hanssen & Co. just took away one hundred doses of this medicine from us.

He paid with nine hundred small yellow croakers.

Nine hundred small yellow croakers!

Upon hearing these words, Smith sat bolt upright.

He grabbed the medical report from the table and quickly scanned it.

The report details the medication process and recovery data of ten critically ill patients.

Below is the autograph and seal of Dr. Schmidt, the chief physician of the Holy Spirit Church Hospital.

Although Smith was not a doctor, he was a shrewd businessman.

He knew all too well what a drug that could cure sepsis and severe pneumonia meant on the market.

This isn't medicine at all, it's a money-printing machine!

"Where is Commander Lin now? I need to see him immediately."

Smith stood up and grabbed his suit jacket from the coat rack.

An hour later, in the reception room of the 33rd Army Corps Headquarters.

Lin Feng sat in the main seat, looking at Smith sitting opposite him, and Dr. Thomas, a medical authority that Smith had specially brought in from a hospital funded by White Eagle.

Dr. Thomas was holding a small glass bottle and carefully examining the white powder inside with a magnifying glass.

"Dr. Thomas, is this thing really as amazing as the reports say?"

Smith asked in a low voice.

Thomas put down the magnifying glass, his expression excited.

"Mr. Smith, I just went to the ward to see those patients who have recovered."

This is truly a gift from God.

This substance, which General Lin called "penicillin," has a bactericidal effect that is hundreds of times stronger than any of our existing drugs.

Moreover, it has almost none of the obvious toxic side effects of sulfonamides.

If we could bring it back to China, it would absolutely cause a sensation in the entire medical community!

With the confirmation from medical experts, Smith's last remaining doubts were dispelled.

He turned his head and put on a warm smile.

"General Lin, Pan Asia Trading Company is very willing to become the exclusive agent for penicillin in the Americas."

We have the most comprehensive transportation network and sales channels.

We can settle in US dollars, and the price will definitely satisfy you.

Smith paused for a moment, then threw out his chip.

"Of course, if you are willing to transfer this technology."

The White Eagle Nation has the world's most advanced chemical plants.

We can cooperate to build a factory, carry out large-scale production, and split the profits 50/50.

This is far better than your petty skirmishes in this war-torn place.

Lin Feng picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and spoke with absolute certainty:

"Mr. Smith, Bayer, a company from the Hans country, offered 100 million Imperial Marks yesterday to buy out my technology."

I refused.

Lin Feng was never ashamed of boasting.