"What about the price?" Richard asked.

"According to my domestic price, one or two gold per bottle of sulfa, which is 22 dollars, Viagra is more expensive, five dollars per piece." Yang Feng said without changing his face.

Richard frowned. Sulfamide was as expected. After all, Yang Feng sold it like this, but Viagra was a little beyond his bottom line. It would be difficult for him to go back and sell it twice. It would be absolutely unimaginable for most Americans, especially during the Great Depression, where countless Americans can hardly even eat, so how can they enjoy life?

"Mr. Yang, this price is probably a bit high, right?" He asked tentatively, but he also knew that he had no brand in this negotiation. Yang Feng was the only supplier, in other words, he was in a monopoly position.

"Mr. Richard, the price of sulfame is fair. If I give you a different price, it would be too sorry for my fellow countrymen. As for Viagra, do you want to sell it to the dock workers in New York? No, this is a luxury, something that the rich can enjoy. Will Rockefeller care about twenty dollars? Will Morgan care about twenty dollars? No, if they can enjoy all kinds of beauties without harming their bodies, then two hundred dollars doesn't matter. On the contrary, if you sell it at a low price, it will make them feel wrong."

Richard hesitated and decided not to bother with this issue. In fact, he knew very well that if he took the luxury route, even if he really sold for two hundred dollars when he went back, the rich would probably pay for it. Not to mention sulfonamide, which is important, life or US dollar, is something that does not need to be considered.

"But the number of sulfonamides is too small. You should know that the United States alone has a population of 100 million. Four boxes of sulfonamides in half a month cannot even meet a city, let alone the entire America."

"I can't do anything about this. You can't let me watch the wounded soldiers die in pain in the war that is about to begin? Besides, the British, German, and even Japanese have been entangled with me these days. Although I can't give them to the Japanese, I can't give them no one in Europe, right?" Yang Feng spread his hands and said helplessly.

As a shrewd businessman, Richard naturally knew that he could take this sentence as fart. Yang Feng was not the only way to sell hunger, but how to get Yang Feng to produce more sulfonamide is obviously needed. This benefit may not be money.

"Mr. Yang, I think you must have other solutions to this problem, right?" he asked tentatively.

"It's not impossible. If the casualties of our army can be greatly reduced, I don't mind taking out more sulfonamides. You should know that our army is much different from the Japanese army in terms of equipment. They do not have air defense weapons and can only endure the bombing of the Japanese army. A bomb may cause dozens of people to be killed or injured. Even if a wounded person uses a bottle, a bomb of the Japanese army will cause us to lose dozens of bottles of sulfonamides. As for other machine guns, submachine guns, and mortars, they all have serious shortages. This is a normal thing to suffer heavy casualties. Speaking of which, it is all caused by the Japanese. These little Japanese are causing trouble every day, causing us to suffer losses!" Yang Feng said indignantly.

"Mr. Yang, we are a pharmaceutical company, not an arms company. Moreover, the US government holds neutrality in the war between China and Japan, and they will not allow us to undermine the principle of neutrality." Richard said calmly.

"Mr. Richard, we are all smart people. Needless to say, if you don't have any meaning, is this a problem with Pfizer's strength?"

“So can I understand that if we can give you what you said, you will sell more sulfonamides?”

"Can."

"all?"

"That's not impossible."

“Even more?”

"That's not impossible!"

"Fake off the weapon payment with the payment?"

"Of course, but it must be half the quotes from your businessmen in the Chinese market. I don't think you will be embarrassed to make money from me, right?"

"Two-thirds, you should be clear that bypassing two customs also costs."

"Three-fifths, the bottom line, the price of weapons merchants in your country in China is very high."

"Okay! Mr. Yang, I need one hundred boxes of sulfa and ten boxes of Viagra at a time."

"There is no problem, weapons and medicines come, but I still have some small requirements, Toms submachine gun, 60mm mortar, Bronning M2 large caliber machine gun, ordinary bullets, one-third of steel core armor-piercing bullets, two-thirds of white phosphorus bullets, I will notify you separately how to match the quantity."

"If nothing unexpected happens, you will see these things next week." Richard raised his glass, a faint smile behind the shaking red wine.

After the dinner, Yang Feng sent Xin'er home and drove straight to Xiao Zhenying's house.

"Brother Yang, why are you so anxious?" Xiao Zhenying asked strangely.

"Calculate quickly. How many rounds do you need to install the 60 mortars, the Thomas submachine guns, and the 12.7mm Bronning large-caliber machine guns? Try to use as many as possible. This thing is very good for air defense with white phosphorus bullets. It is no problem to use steel core armor-piercing bullets to hit small Japanese tanks."

"Brother Yang, what do you mean?" Xiao Zhenying's face changed and his lips trembled.

"It's nothing. Brother, I've got you a batch of this stuff. I guess you'll get it in a week." Yang Feng said while drinking tea.

"Brother Yang, what money?" Xiao Zhenying was still a little unbelievable. Such good things that would fall from the sky would hit his head.

"Brothers, don't talk about whether it's money or not. As long as you can beat the Japanese, your brothers will support you. Besides, you Chahar have nothing I like. What else do you have besides the skin? I feel so frightened to give that thing to me.

I like gold, silver, antiques, ginseng, cordyceps, etc., you don’t have these." Yang Feng waved his hand and said.

Xiao Zhenying lowered his head and pondered: "If Brother Yang likes precious medicinal materials, I won't be able to get them. After all, Zhangjiakou is the center of domestic and foreign trade, and you can still get some ginseng or something."

"Whatever! If you really feel bad, just make some meanings." Yang Feng waved his hand very proudly. It doesn't matter, it's only tens of thousands of yuan anyway. It's enough for them to get three pounds of ginseng. I guess they can get it by just finding a medicine shop in Zhangjiakou.
Chapter completed!