Bai Siwen... his name is quite elegant, and he doesn't look like a working man. He is of medium height, fair and fair-skinned, with regular facial features, and a harmless smile. I really can't tell what he is.

road?

"I wonder where Mr. Zhu is from and how he got to England?" Bai Siwen spoke Mandarin without any Cantonese accent. There was a bit of curiosity in his expression, and he was trying to find out Zhu Jishi's background.

William Jardine looked at the two of them with a smile, as if he was also waiting for Zhu Jishi's answer.

Zhu Jishi chuckled, turned to look at Jardine and said in fluent English: "Mr. Jardine, I wonder how this Mr. Bai Siwen came to England? Did you bring him from China?"

Jardine curled up his lips and revealed a contemptuous smile, "Swenson is a Chinese nobleman and naval officer, and a devout Christian. For this reason, he was persecuted by the Chinese government and had to leave Guangzhou under my protection.

Arrived in England."

"China... noble?" Zhu Jishi looked at Bai Siwen again, and asked in Chinese with some confusion: "Are you a noble? What title?"

Bai Siwen smiled bitterly, waved his hands and said: "Brother, what kind of aristocrat is he? He is just a banner man. He was also a member of the Han army with a white flag. He once had a job as a reminder in the banner camp of the Water Defense Division in Guangzhou, but he has long since lost it.

If Mr. Jardine hadn't taken him in, he would have lost his life in Guangzhou..."

Zhu Jishi frowned slightly and thought to himself: "This guy must be a traitor, uh, probably a flag traitor. He probably helped the British opium dealers do bad things when he was in the navy, so he lost his job and fled in a hurry, following Jardine.

This consumption devil has come to England."

"This... Mr. Zhu, when did you come to England? Where is your hometown?" Bai Siwen's eyes glanced at Zhu Jishi and then fell on Isabel next to Zhu Jishi. He came to England.

It had been several years. Although it was the first time Jardine had taken him to a wealthy place like Blenheim Palace, he had seen some high-class Western ladies. Naturally, he could tell at a glance what kind of woman Isabel was.

.Being able to carry such a Western lady on his arm and enter and leave a place like Blenheim Palace as a guest probably speaks volumes about Zhu Jishi’s wealth and social status!

Zhu Jishi did not answer Bai Siwen, but nodded slightly to him, and took Isabel to continue greeting other guests. At this time, William Jardine suddenly stopped him and said: "Mr. Zhu, my health is already very bad."

Well, I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect Swenson for too long. If you need a servant from China, I think Swenson is very suitable. He can make very delicious Chinese Cantonese cuisine."

Cantonese food! Zhu Jishi smacked his lips. He hadn’t eaten Chinese food for several months... Although Mrs. Duran’s cooking skills are first-class and French food is as famous as Chinese food, he always eats too much.

It’s not as good as the Cantonese food in my hometown!

Thinking of this, he smiled at Jardine and said, "Okay, let Swenson follow me. I am planning to hire a few servants, and having a servant from China would suit my needs."

Bai Siwen could understand the conversation between Zhu Jishi and Jardine, so he hurriedly walked up to Zhu Jishi and said with a thousand words, respectfully: "Sir, little Bai Siwen, please say hello to me."

Zhu Jishi nodded and ignored his new chef. He took Isabel on his arm and continued to greet the British celebrities present under the introduction of Robert Churchill. He did not notice that Bai Siwen did not follow him, but returned to William.

Beside Jardine, two people were talking quickly and urgently in Cantonese in a low voice.

…

"Jason, this is my brother George." The last person introduced to Zhu Jishi by Churchill was George Spencer Churchill, the sixth Duke of Blenheim, who was also the Sheriff of Oxfordshire.

"It's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency the Duke." Zhu Jishi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He looked somewhat similar to Fatty Qiu, but he was not as fat and just a little bit chubby.

"Me too," Duke Churchill nodded with a smile, and handed a certificate-like thing from a servant beside him to Zhu Jishi, "Doctor Zhu, this is your medical license. The Medical Association has decided to return it to

You, and entrust me to express my most sincere apologies to you."

Zhu Jishi took his medical license with both hands, put it into his suit pocket, and replied with a smile: "I also want to entrust His Excellency the Duke to express his humility to the Medical Association and colleagues of the Royal Society of Medicine, because of some of my previous remarks.

It has indeed had a negative impact on the reputation of the British medical profession."

Duke Churchill waved his hand and said with a smile: "I won't do this favor, because you will soon meet Sir Reed of the Royal Society of Medicine." As he said that, he took another invitation from the servant.

Passed it over.

When Zhu Jishi took a look at this extremely beautifully printed invitation, he was immediately stunned by the lettering on it.

"Windsor Castle? Isn't this the official residence of the British royal family?"

"Yes, it's an invitation from the royal residence. His Royal Highness Prince Albert would like to invite you to Windsor Castle as a guest." Duke Churchill looked at Zhu Jishi with a smile, while Fatty Qiu and Isabel around him had their mouths half open with surprised faces.

expression.

Zhu Jishi, who had stayed in England for several months in 1840, already knew that Prince Albert was the husband of Queen Victoria and the first husband of the British Empire today. For Zhu Jishi now, it was really

An unattainable big shot.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency, do you know why Prince Albert invited me to Windsor Castle?" Zhu Jishi suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked.

"I don't know about that," Duke Churchill shrugged and changed the subject with a smile, "Jason, can I call you that?"

"It is my pleasure, Your Excellency."

"Just call me George," Duke Churchill smiled. "You will soon be an academician of the French Academy of Sciences and a member of the Royal Society."

Zhu Jishi nodded. A Duke is not a monarch without a big name. There are still a lot of such people in Europe. Although their status is high, they are still on the same level as academicians of the Academy of Sciences. This is how respected scientists are in Europe!

"Jason, I heard from Robert that you recently established a pharmaceutical factory and a rubber products factory?" Duke Churchill's topic turned to business.

"Yes, there are two factories located on Vincent Street in Manchester. They are just small factories that have just opened, and the business is very light." Zhu Jishi replied with a smile.

"Oh," Duke Churchill nodded slightly, but glanced at William Jardine not far away from the corner of his eyes, and then turned back to Zhu Jishi, "Jason, does your company need funds? I do have some spare cash.

Um, would you like to invest 10,000 pounds first?"

10,000 pounds is not a small amount! But the smile on Zhu Jishi's face is a bit unnatural. His company is not short of funds now. It only cost 5,000 pounds to purchase the closed textile factory and purchase raw materials such as opium, raw rubber, and coptis.

He spent less than 2,000 pounds, about 2,000 pounds to buy equipment and tools, and paid less than 1,000 pounds in salary. In addition, Zhu Jishi also spent 300 pounds to buy himself a second-hand carriage and two horses. In this way,

, the 12,500 pounds raised before has been almost spent. However, these days, a lot of medicines of the diethyl morphine, morphine hydrochloride and berberine hydrochloride series have been sold, and many orders have been received. The payment and deposit have been received.

It has exceeded 10,000 pounds, so Zhu Jishi's company does not have cash flow.

Therefore, he did not want to sell his shares at a low price anymore. After all, the future development prospects of those industries were excellent. But rejecting Duke Churchill was not a good choice. Isabel beside Zhu Jishi quickly pulled him.

Jishi seemed to have remembered something and smiled and said: "George, to tell you the truth, my pharmaceutical factory and rubber company are really not short of cash... But in addition to these two businesses, I also have another business, which is also related to scientific inventions."

If you keep it, you can make a lot of money."

"Is there still business?" Duke Churchill was stunned for a moment, "What kind of business is it?"

"It's dynamite!"

"Explosives?" Duke Churchill thought about it and said, "Jason, you mean gunpowder?"

"No, it's not gunpowder, it's dynamite! It's 10 times more powerful than black powder!"

"Ten times more powerful than black powder? Jason, are you kidding me?" The eyes of Duke Churchill and Fatty Qiu beside him were as wide as bull's eyes.

Zhu Jishi smiled at Duke Churchill, waved the invitation from Windsor Castle inside, and said with a smile: "The prospects of this business are not as good as those of pharmaceutical factories and rubber. Can we discuss the specific situation after I visit Windsor Castle?"
Chapter completed!