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9 A way to earn money and plan to produce penicillin!

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Zhang Tianlin left and returned to the main courtyard with a depressed expression.

After his back disappeared, the maids and servants laughed loudly. This was the first time they had seen the dignified and powerful commander suffer a loss. It was really something they had seen in their lives.

When they turned back to look at Zhang Xuejun, who was practicing his fist, everyone knew that this young master was no longer the timid young master from before.

Not only did he have super martial arts, but he also dared to joke with the marshal.

Most importantly, the marshal wasn't angry!

The maids and servants in the courtyard were orphans adopted by the Second Mistress, Gu Yazhi, so they were very loyal to Gu Yazhi and Zhang Xuejun.

Seeing Zhang Xuejun become successful, he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Young Master, wash up and have breakfast.”

"Oh, prepare a pot of braised beef noodles for this young master. Damn it, I'm starving to death from excessive exercise.”

“……”

Was this young master a bandit?

……

Afternoon, Fengtian train station.

It was said that one couldn't eat hot tofu in one's heart, but Zhang Xuejun wanted to break this saying.

As soon as the appointment was given, he took the 5,000 yuan his mother gave him and took Xiong Da and Xiong Er to board the train to Da County.

The old mother was a rich person. She gave five thousand yuan as she wished. Before she left, she even told her that she would mobilize ten thousand catties of rice and flour, five hundred sets of military uniforms, and even transfer five hundred martial arts students trained by the Gu family from the Gu family's dojo to Da County.

With five hundred tall and strong men who knew martial arts and five thousand yuan, wouldn't they have the starting capital and the army?

Zhang Xuejun happily boarded the train, looking forward to arriving at Anda County!

This time, it was really like a fish jumping in the sea and the sky, and a bird flying in the sky.

After boarding the train, they arrived at the first-class cabin. There was a large sofa and a large table. It was quite comfortable.

If it weren't for the fact that the soundproofing was so bad that the clanging noise made his head hurt, he would probably be in a better mood.

It couldn't be helped. In this era where the internal combustion engine standard track was not widely used, the steam engine was still the main source of power for trains. The noise was a little loud, but the speed was not very fast.

How should he develop in Anda County?

Zhang Xuejun took out his notebook to write and draw…

What was the most profitable thing in the world today?

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Xuejun wrote three words on the paper.

Penicilin!

That's right, when it first came out, it was the penicillin that was worth more than gold.

Penicilin had several names. One of them was called Penicilin. It could destroy the cell wall of bacteria and kill bacteria during the reproductive period of the bacteria. The discovery of Penicilin could be said to be a milestone in the history of medicine and one of the greatest inventions in the history of human civilization.

As for how expensive it was when it first came out?

As the saying goes, the rarer a thing is, the more valuable it is. Penicilin had just been introduced, but it had an extremely significant effect on treatment. At that time, it was hard to find Penicilin, and its value was not ordinarily high.

A rough calculation showed that in 1940, a ton of penicillin was worth about 830 million dollars. This huge sum of money could buy nearly 4000 bomber planes or more than 5000 Tiger tanks, which was equivalent to the value of 675 tons of gold.

At that time, penicillin was a life-saving drug. Many people could not buy it even if they had the money because the production was too small and could not be mass-produced.

However, in the 21st century, antibiotics were so widespread that they could be found everywhere. The production of antibiotics in pharmaceutical factories was calculated in billions.

I'll do it. I'll first make a profit comparable to a money-printing machine.

Of course, for safety reasons, they had to sell it secretly.

Penicilin?

No, it wasn't called penicillin. It should be called Zhang's Antibiotic.

After earning money, he would first look for the old man to buy some machinery and equipment to make small batches of weapons.

Of course, this was only a backup plan. The best way was to see if he could exchange some advanced machinery and equipment with Western merchants.

The West imposed an arms ban on planting flowers? Resource embargoes?

It didn't exist!

In the eyes of capitalists, there was only profit, no moral bottom line, and no law.

After all, Old Ma had said that if there was a 20% profit, the capital would be tempted. If there was a 50% profit, the capital would take risks. If there was a 100% profit, the capital would dare to take the risk of hanging. If there was a 300% profit, the capital would dare to trample all the laws in the world.

If the value of the first antibiotics in human history was hyped up, it would not just be a 300% profit. If there were even a thousand times, the black-hearted capitalists would definitely go crazy.

Zhang Xuejun flipped through the information. What a shocking coincidence.

Four years ago, the European War had just ended, and Germany had lost the war, resulting in the signing of the Versailles treaty.

Although John Bull and Gaul Chick won, it was a miserable victory. Their economy was almost destroyed. It was all thanks to the support of the cunning old man, Hawk-chan, who secretly supported them from behind. They lent money at high interest rates and sold weapons and equipment. In the end, the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. They joined the battle to end the battle and earned a lot of money.

The throne of the world's number one economic and industrial power had changed hands. The empire that had once been the Sun Never Sets was already in its twilight, and the colonial system with 35 million square kilometers of land was on the verge of collapse.

The former lackey, Yingchan, relied on his geographical advantage to rise rapidly. After the end of the European war, he became the world's number one economic and industrial power. The financial center also changed from London to New York, entering the golden age of the real estate stock market.

Zhang Xuejun knew that the great era had arrived!

In another seven years, the economic crisis that would engulf the capitalist countries would erupt from Yingjiang and severely damage the foreign powers.

As long as he grasped the opportunity, he could develop in a wretched manner and rise up while the superpowers were unable to protect themselves. He could join the Second World War to snatch territory, resources, and women…No, he could save women. The future was promising.

Zhang Xuejun began to doze off as he thought about the future. In the end, he fell asleep on the table.

In his dream, he had a scorched earth plan for his little days. The streets of Tokyo were full of acquaintances…

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Bear Two's thunderous voice rang in his ears.

"Boss, there are people quarreling in the back carriage.”

What the f * ck!

Zhang Xuejun was so frightened that he couldn't contain his anger and shouted,"Damn it, you scared me. Can you lower your voice?”

Beary scratched his head and curled his lips." Boss, as a martial artist, you have to be vigilant at all times. I've been looking at you for a long time, but you didn't react at all."”

"I'm not a special agent. I have to keep my eyes open when I sleep.”

Zhang Xuejun stood up and stretched his back, then pointed at the two bears in disappointment.

"Also, what's the point of raising you two good-for-nothings? If there's danger, you must protect me immediately!”

Yes, it was very reasonable.

Big Bear and Big Bear felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Weren't they just bodyguards?

"Baka, this b * tch!"

"Let me go…let me go! Help!"

Hmm?

At this time, Zhang Xuejun also heard the argument coming from the back of the carriage with his sharp hearing.

A man and a woman, as well as some jeers.

The man was…Little Baga?

"Let's go and take a look!"

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