Chapter 86

"The nobles are very luxurious. They use more salt every day than the common people. Ordinary people are reluctant to use more salt, but who cares about those nobles? Therefore, it is estimated that 30000 pounds of salt a month is not enough for those noble lords in China. " Said major hank, looking at Lieutenant Ferguson.

"At the same time, don't forget that these salts are refined refined salts, which are rarely seen in China. I've learned about the price of salt in China. At present, the largest salt factory in China, dotwich salt factory, can produce about 30000 CWT of salt a year. The price of salt produced by dotwich salt factory is about two shillings per quart (quart, British unit, one quart equals 28 pounds, about 12.7 kilograms), that is, about 0.9p per pound of salt. But don't forget it's just the factory price. The price of salt on the market is about 1.5p a pound. But that kind of salt is the lowest grade salt, the color is not good, the taste is not good, it contains impurities. And the salt here is the best refined salt. If this kind of salt is put on the market, even if it is sold for 4P or even higher, those nobles will break their heads. "

Lieutenant Ferguson nodded. He was very clear about the calculation, and he knew that major hank was not exaggerating. With the luxurious lifestyle of those aristocrats in China, this refined salt will definitely make the housekeepers of these aristocrats scramble for it.

"If we can get their agency right, we will buy the salt at the price of low-grade salt in China, and then as long as it is transported back to the UK, I intend to sell it to those noble lords at the price of 5P or even 6p. They won't care about the money. If you can sell for sixpence a pound, you can only buy about forty pounds of refined salt for a pound, and you can sell for 750 pounds for 30000 pounds of such refined salt! And how much do we need to spend to buy these refined salt? It only costs less than two hundred pounds! Even after deducting the transportation expenses, we can earn more than 500 pounds in a second hand! We can make 6000 pounds a year! That's more than 90% of the nobility in China! At that time, we can also be noble masters! You said, "can we do this business?"

This number makes Lieutenant Ferguson want to be a bit of a rascal

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Lieutenant Ferguson asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you think we can take down the refined salt with the price of domestic low-grade salt?"

"Ha ha, why not? Don't forget, they're barbarians. We don't even need to pay for it. We just need to trade things for refined salt. I think the barbarian will agree. Only in this way, we need to bring the old Jones in. That damned old guy will not let this business go. "

"Captain Jones..." said Lieutenant Ferguson, and at the same time, he shook his head. It was obvious that he did not like the top military officer in Jamestown“ Sir, if Colonel Jones joins in, he will certainly take away the big profits because of that guy's greed. "

"You're right! So, we need to work together to hoodwink Jones, the greedy bichi Yang. Patrick, I think we have to leave one of us here. Because only in this way can we hide the price of the refined salt. Moreover, we can also talk to Jones, that is, the barbarian tribe named and asked who was the liaison officer, so that we can tell Jones that the price of refined salt is 4P a pound or even more... "

As soon as major hank said this, Lieutenant Ferguson understood what he meant. If they want to make a big profit, they have to hide the purchase price of these exquisite salt. Otherwise, once Jones knows the purchase price, almost all the profits will be embezzled by the greedy colonel.

Although Lieutenant Ferguson has not been in the new world for a long time, he has heard countless people talk about the greed of Colonel Jones.

In order to hide the purchase price of these exquisite salt, there must be a liaison officer between the tribe and Jamestown, and all trade must be carried out through this liaison officer.

In the past, when dealing with European colonists, whether they were Powhatans or other Indians, they all made deals through liaison officers or messengers.

"Sir, I'll stay! I don't trust others! " Ferguson gritted his teeth.

Only the two of them know about this matter now. Major hank is absolutely impossible to stay, and even if he wants to stay, Lieutenant Ferguson does not intend to do so. After all, in Jamestown, major Hank's relationship is much deeper than his new army lieutenant.

Major hank is responsible for organizing the transportation of salt in Jamestown, and even selling some refined salt locally. The effect is far better than his own.

Think about the net profit of 6000 pounds that year. Even if major Hank and Colonel Jones shared 5000 pounds and left only 1000 pounds for themselves, it was a huge fortune that I had never thought of before!

For those pounds, Lieutenant Ferguson really doesn't mind staying as a liaison officer.

Anyway, my parents are far away in the mainland on the other side of the ocean. Whether I have married and had children or not, there is nothing to worry about for a bachelor. Undoubtedly, being the liaison officer is the best choice.

Major hank nodded with satisfaction at what Ferguson said.

"Patrick, it's going to be hard to stay here. So, as your reward, I will give you 20% of the net profit. Don't forget, our key goal is to hide the purchase price, so that the damn old Jones won't get too much profit. "

20%！ This figure is somewhat beyond Ferguson's imagination, so he nodded excitedly and agreed.

"Patrick, now we need to invite those two barbarians in to negotiate about the agency of these refined salt. Remember our bottom line, the price should not exceed the domestic price of low-grade salt!"

"Don't worry, I know what to say." Second lieutenant Ferguson waved his fist excitedly. He was very excited about the 20% dividend. He was willing to do anything for the dividend of more than 1000 pounds a year, including staying in the barbarian tribe as a liaison officer.

The stone bear, standing outside the tent and joking, knew that it had not gone away when he saw that the curtain of the tent had been lifted and major Hank and lieutenant Ferguson came out with a smile