Chapter 231: The Scope is Too Small
"Therefore, although the Princess of Yan State says she is returning home, it is actually no different from stepping into a dragon's pool and a tiger's den."
Throughout the entire Yan State, danger lurks everywhere, and people are panic-stricken.
The Princess is constantly on edge, and fortunately, she is protected by some highly skilled guards, otherwise, she would have been controlled by others long ago."
After hearing these words, Shen Yulou's brows also furrowed.
Good heavens, the difficulty of this quest is getting higher and higher.
I originally thought this was just a simple visit, but I didn't expect the waters here to be so deep.
That dog Emperor truly doesn't treat me like an outsider; he makes me do all the dirty and tiring work.
Look at the Envoys from Wulin Kingdom, whether it's Gongsun Changlin or Yue Yao, they all seem to be having an easy time, like they are on a government-funded trip.
But when it comes to me, isn't the difficulty level too high?
However, the Emperor's words are law. Since I have taken this assignment, I have to go through with it, even if I have to grit my teeth.
Besides, now that I'm here, I can't possibly go back empty-handed, right?
Shen Yulou's own little scheme was calculating loudly.
Profiting from a national disaster, although it sounds a bit immoral...
But profiting from another country's national disaster is equivalent to maintaining world peace; it falls under international humanitarian aid and is extremely moral!
Forget morality, if other countries don't have a national disaster, I'd even want to create one for them.
Nothing can delay his path to wealth.
Moreover, that Princess of Yan State is an old flame of mine; although we only shared one night of intimacy, that is still affection.
Coming all this way, both logically and emotionally, I have to lend a hand.
For no other reason than that one night of passion, I must contribute a little bit of my meager strength.
Shen Yulou has no other faults, he is just too sentimental.
"Alright, the matter of the iron mine is not urgent for now."
Shen Yulou had made up his mind and shouted toward the door.
"Wang Zhi!"
Wang Zhi scrambled and stumbled inside; nowadays, he is more obedient than a dog in front of Shen Yulou.
After experiencing the power of that poison pill, Wang Zhi did not dare harbor any thought of resistance.
"Lord Shen, your command!"
"Take General Zhao down and treat him well.
Once his injuries are healed in seven days, have him and his men go to Wolong Mountain to mine for us."
After dismissing the two men, Shen Yulou called Yang Dali into the room alone.
"Dali."
Shen Yulou closed the door, a friendly smile appearing on his face.
Yang Dali shuddered all over; he was too familiar with that smile—every time Professor Shen showed that expression, something bad was definitely about to happen.
"Lord Shen, do... do you have any instructions?"
"Don't be nervous, sit."
Shen Yulou pointed to the chair next to him and poured him a cup of tea.
"The two of us are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope; we need to figure out a way to make some money."
"Make money?"
Yang Dali was stunned, "Are the millions of taels in Liu Wenxuan's treasury not enough for you?"
"What is that paltry sum enough for?"
Shen Yulou looked disdainful, "It's enough for living in this ancient era, but with all this warfare, we need to establish our own army.
What I mean is, we need to make *big* money!"
He leaned in closer, lowered his voice, and his eyes seemed to turn into copper coins.
"Use that clever little brain of yours; let's create some products, sell them, and make a fortune."
Yang Dali held the teacup and lowered his head in thought.
As a modern surgeon, his way of thinking was completely different from the people of this era.
War?
What is most important in war?
Weapons?
Food?
The generals of Yan State certainly wouldn't lack these things.
So what do they lack?
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Yang Dali's mind, and a plan formed.
"I know!"
"Medicine! It's medicine!"
A hint of excitement was audible in Yang Dali's voice.
"Lord Shen, I believe the greatest consumption during war is human lives.
The current battlefield conditions are truly terrible; if we can reduce soldier fatalities...
...that would be the biggest boost to combat effectiveness.
So we can start a project.
And that is: medicine!"
"The wound medicine of this era is truly ineffective.
It's a shame we don't have the formula for Yunnan Baiyao, otherwise we could definitely make a fortune.
But we are professional doctors!
It is still very easy for us to put together some simple first-aid kits."
Yang Dali's thoughts gradually became clearer.
"We can create sterile first-aid kits!"
Yang Dali grew more excited as he spoke, his eyes shining.
"We can sterilize gauze with alcohol, add some wound medicine, and some special medications!
We can package it as an individually wrapped first-aid kit!"
"This thing is equivalent to an extra life on the battlefield!
When the time comes, we will sell this item to the various generals of Yan State, and we can set the price ourselves, as this item is unique and unavailable anywhere else.
For the lives of their soldiers and to increase battlefield survival rates...
...even if they have to pay a hefty price, they will have to buy it from us!"
"Won't that make us a fortune?"
Shen Yulou looked at Yang Dali's excited appearance.
He shook his head, pinched his pinky finger, and said to Yang Dali.
"Too small."
"The scope is too limited."
Yang Dali was in the middle of his excitement and was instantly speechless upon hearing this.
"Huh? Lord Shen, this is still small?
We would be monopolizing medical resources! This item is hard currency on the battlefield, worth more than gold!"
Yang Dali thought his idea was already incredibly impressive.
Yet, coming out of Shen Yulou's mouth, it was deemed too limited in scope.
How much bigger could the scope possibly be?
Shen Yulou said indifferently.
"Everything you said is correct, but this is only the first step."
He looked at Yang Dali, just as he had looked when Shen Yulou mentored him when he first graduated and entered the hospital.
"Have you considered that this first-aid kit is a consumable item? How can we maximize our profits?"
Yang Dali scratched his head and asked tentatively.
"Raise the price?"
"More than that."
Shen Yulou glanced at him disdainfully, "Shearing the wool from just one sheep will eventually leave it bald; we must aim for comprehensive development."
"Furthermore, we cannot have only money in our minds; we must have the heart to save the dying and heal the wounded, understand?"
Yang Dali: "..."
Damn it, that wasn't the expression you had just now when you were figuring out how to strip the underpants off those princes of Yan State!
Now you're acting like an angel in white for me?
Shen Yulou ignored his constipated expression and continued speaking to himself.
"We shouldn't just sell the first-aid kits; we should also sell the technology, the standards, and the brand!"
"We need to make this item widespread."
"Think about it: we first find an agent and sell the first-aid kits to one of the princes.
Once they are on the battlefield, the people on the opposing side will see, 'Holy crap, their men get injured, wrap themselves up quickly, and can immediately jump back into the fight, while our men have to wait for death if they just scrape their skin.'"
"How can they possibly fight this war?"
"By then, won't the other two princes come begging and crying to us?"
"We develop our downline and let them be agents."
"You know Amway, right?"
A profound and mysterious smile appeared on Shen Yulou's face.
"What we need to do is the ancient version of Amway!"
"We need the entire ancient battlefield to use our Amway First-Aid Kits!"
"Doesn't that open up the scope?"
Yang Dali was utterly dumbfounded, forgetting to put down the teacup in his hand; his whole body seemed to have had its soul extracted, leaving only a dull shell.
After a long moment, he finally gasped, looking at Shen Yulou as if he were looking at a devil that had crawled out of hell.
Poisonous!
Too damn poisonous