Four days later, in Paris, France, a wealthy Chinese man who traveled around the world on a private yacht appeared in the entertainment section of many newspapers, because this young and handsome Oriental man without pigtails not only had a yacht using a diesel internal combustion engine of his own invention, but also carried a miracle medicine.

According to the description of the captain of the French Navy's ironclad Styx, which first encountered him, this injection, known as the water of heaven, used only a dose of almost the size of tears to pull one of his sailors back from the hands of death, and the sailor was dying from the heat of return, and was even considered by the ship's doctor to have no hope of recovery.

"It's really a horse that can be pulled, obviously Lao Tzu cured his mei poison!" Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Boss Yang said with a disdainful expression.

This thing is also quite unexpected, after he encountered the Styx returning to Brest from Algeria at sea, he originally wanted to ask for a way, but when he learned that his yacht was fast and was about to sail to France, the captain immediately asked him to help send a sailor who was infected with regression fever to Paris first, and Yang Feng naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.

He told the French that he had an ancestral special medicine, and that it could be said that the medicine was cured for this disease, and the French heard that of course it was good, and the sailor had little hope, and the dead horse was just a live horse doctor, but after Yang Feng injected him with a needle of diluted penicillin after the skin test, it didn't take long for the sailor's symptoms to begin to be greatly reduced.

At this moment, the Styx immediately praised him as a guest of honor, and the captain personally invited him to dinner, and the merchant boasted about the curative effect of penicillin while drinking red wine and eating steak, and specially emphasized that this thing was also a cure for stubborn diseases such as plum and lintel, and he knew what these Frenchmen were.

As soon as dinner was over, the captain mysteriously invited him to his room, and then told him, with some embarrassment, that he happened to be plagued by one of these diseases.

So the rest is simple, after solving the captain's unspeakable secrets with penicillin, Yang Feng immediately became the object of his stammering, especially after knowing that Yang Feng could also get this magical potion from China, Captain Lavelle hated to use the Chinese way to cut off the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper with him.

"Brother Yang's accent is from the capital, right? I don't know what the name of the Dao Ling is?" One of the zombies sitting across from him only smiled faintly at his foul words, and then asked with some confusion.

"Lord Huang, it's not a secret that the contemptible people are actually overseas Chinese in the United States, as for any ancestral elixir, it was all I fooled these ghosts, in fact, including this ship, I and a group of like-minded young people invented it ourselves, and we are preparing to take it to Europe to make money." Yang Feng said with a smile, the dry thin man sitting in front of him was a celebrity, the famous poet and diplomat Huang Zunxian.

There is nothing to learn from books and swords, rubbing the temples gradually become silk, the grandmother is happy to congratulate relatives and friends, when she fell to the ground thirty years ago. In other words, although Boss Yang doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, he can still remember this poem.

Lao Huang has just arrived in Paris with the new British, French, Italian-Belgian minister Xue Fucheng, and then will go to London as the second counsellor to the United Kingdom, Yang Feng, as a rich Chinese man who travels around the world, should naturally go to the Chinese embassy in Paris first, although Chinese in Europe are also very rare at this time, but it is not rare to the point that Minister Xue Fucheng personally receives it, so this work is handed over to Huang Zunxian as a staff member.

"Oh, Brother Yang turned out to be a Chinese in the United States, I don't know where Lu Dao lived when he was in the United States? This official has also lived in the United States for a few years, and the overseas Chinese in the Americas are also familiar with it. Huang Zunxian said with a smile.

"Huh? Please forgive me Lord Huang for this, these friends don't like to be known by the outside world, and you also know that the Chinese exclusion in the United States is very serious now, and it is difficult for Chinese people like us to survive, and the skills they have mastered are also easy to arouse the covetousness of those ghosts, so they have to be careful. Yang Feng hurriedly said that he had forgotten that Lao Huang had also been a consul general in San Francisco, and people might know the United States better than himself.

Huang Zunxian nodded noncommittally, as a bureaucrat of the Great Qing Dynasty, not to mention anything else, his ability to observe words and emotions is absolutely first-class, and the strangely dressed guy in front of him may have to say nine out of ten sentences to be false, but this is insignificant, and the person who lies nine out of ten sentences in the officialdom is already very honest.

Boss Yang came to the Chinese Embassy to apply for a job, in his words, he came to serve the imperial court, even if he didn't pay him, as long as he could give him an opportunity to serve the imperial court and the queen mother, he would be grateful.

"Lord Huang, you also know that we overseas Chinese are adrift, and our biggest wish is to be able to return to our hometown, to be honest, we don't care about money, now we just want to be able to have an official body, so that going back can be regarded as a glorious ancestor." Yang Feng said sincerely, and the official slave's face was revealed.

He is in urgent need of a backer now, although the Qing Dynasty can't jump for a few years, of course, if he tosses, it won't be able to jump for a few years, but the problem is that it's still a bit of a tiger skin, and there is still the strongest fleet in Asia, Dingzhen Eryuan has just been in service for a few years, and it is when he went to Japan to show off his might, and the big empire that was repeatedly ** by Britain and France also has a little bit of a sense of returning to the light, especially in the recent Sino-French War, which also made the French suffocated, so it is no problem to support face.

Huang Zunxian is quite welcome to this, at this time the Chinese envoys abroad, the most lacking is to understand the Western customs and people, although Yang Feng this guy is of unknown origin, but just for him to understand the five Chinese dialect, even if he is a rare talent, after testing the language talent of this goods, Lao Huang was a little surprised to report Xue Fucheng, so Yang Feng as a translator of the embassy in the United Kingdom, turned into a Chinese diplomat.

After getting what he wanted, Boss Yang returned to the Seine River with satisfaction, he still lived on his yacht, and as soon as he arrived at the dock, he saw dozens of French naval officers gathered next to his ship, and Captain Lavel led by him immediately pounced like a fly with blood when he saw this guy.

"Dear Yang, you're finally back!" This bearded man who was not yet good at poison hugged Yang Feng with an affectionate face, feeling the skin as thick as sandpaper, Boss Yang immediately got goosebumps.

"Captain Lavelle, these friends are!" He quickly pushed the guy away, then looked at the officers around him who were full of flattering smiles and whispered.

"Well, they're all in need of your help just as much as I do." Lavelle whispered with an embarrassed expression.

Yang Feng looked at him a little dumbfounded, and then looked at those officers, and couldn't help but shudder, of course he is not the French Minister of Defense, the security measures are not in place when the naval officer is looking for a young lady, this has nothing to do with him, he cares about his own income, this goods pulled Lavelle aside, and then asked in a low voice: "You explained the price?"

He had an agreement with Lavelle that this guy would give him a guest, and he would give him a 10% commission, but the price of the medicine was not cheap.

Ravel nodded and said, "Young, according to your request, a thousand francs for a needle, but they asked for payment in installments."

"No, I won't stay in Paris for long, because I have now accepted an offer from the Qing embassy in England and will soon be going to London with them as an interpreter.

So be it! They could pay a hundred francs each in advance, and I would give each of them a diluted injection, and if it worked, I would sell them one for a thousand francs each, and I would give them the usage at the same time, and they would go to the doctor for their own medicine. Yang Feng said.

It should be said that this method is still more reasonable, the key is that Yang Feng has to give them skin tests one by one, he doesn't want penicillin to cause people to die as soon as it is launched.

The officers had no opinion on this, and although a thousand francs was not a small amount, it was nothing compared to their own unspeakable prospects, and soon the fellows paid for the injections, and then with a hint of apprehension, they went back to their respective homes to find their mothers.

While sharing the spoils with Yang Feng, Ravel asked, "Yang, why don't you stay in Paris!" You can totally open a pharmacy here and then sell your medicine exclusively. ”

Yang Feng smiled faintly and did not answer.

For what?

How much oil and water can a city that just went through a formatting twenty years ago squeeze out? London is different, the wealth of the whole world is concentrated there, think about the ancient families that have lasted for hundreds of years, think about the jaw-dropping wealth of the British royal family, Yang Feng feels that a huge mountain of gold is waiting to be excavated by himself!

Needless to say, the effect of penicillin is needless to say, especially in this era, people have no drug resistance at all, although Yang Feng injected them with diluted results, but still achieved almost immediate results, the next morning Yang Boss was brushing his teeth in front of the Seine River! Yesterday, those officers rushed to the dock like wolves, waving banknotes and screaming one by one, startling Huang Zunxian, who came to find Yang Feng.

"Lord Huang is doing my brother a favor, I will deliver the goods and you will collect the money, one thousand francs per person." Yang Feng couldn't care about being polite, and directly dragged Huang Zunxian onto the boat, and he was responsible for distributing the medicine, and Huang Zunxian was responsible for counting the money, and quickly distributed the medicine.

"Brother Yang, what kind of medicine are you?" When these officers dispersed, Huang Zunxian wiped the sweat on his head, looked at the tens of thousands of francs in front of him in shock, and said in disbelief.

At this time, the franc was on the gold standard, a franc of 0.29 grams of gold, a hundred francs is close to one tael, and ten taels of gold can be exchanged for a little potion the size of a small thumb, which is simply liquid gold!