The foreign compradors were indignant at being insulted by Shen Qing, glaring at her fiercely and wanting to beat her up several times.

But seeing the dozen or so tough-looking bodyguards around her, they didn't dare to come up.

He spat at her and threatened her sarcastically, "You wait until the British deal with you!"

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow: "Have the British come over here right now, let's see who teaches whom a lesson! You bastards who rely on their master's power!"

He Fei kicked the spitting comprador to the ground, and the other compradors immediately tucked their tails between their legs and ran out of the yard.

Shen Qing said angrily, "How could there be such a disgraceful scoundrel?"

She had only ever seen the despicable behavior of foreign compradors in movies, but she never imagined that real foreign compradors were even more disgusting and vile than those portrayed in the films!

Shen Qing returned to the warehouse.

Thinking of the despicable behavior of those foreign compradors made her angry, and she complained, "I thought all compradors were similar to Cheng Zhiwen. We don't know what shady things they do in secret, but at least they have some manners. Those guys just now were simply thugs!"

He Fei explained with a smile, "There are other compradors in the business, but Mr. Cheng doesn't do comprador work."

Shen Qing didn't say anything, but thought to himself: He was still a comprador boss, a comprador boss who used his subordinates to suck the blood of the Chinese!

Shen Qing returned to the Imperial Textile Bureau that afternoon.

She figured that once those foreign compradors returned, their foreign fathers would soon come knocking on her door, so she waited patiently at the Imperial Textile Bureau.

Two days later, sure enough, foreigners came to the textile factory.

Shen Qing led the people into the Chamber of Commerce's accounting office, which was located in a side courtyard.

This foreigner came from Shanghai and was the representative of the foreign firm that had previously contracted to trade raw silk. He was also a puppet of the foreign government, in charge of the opium-for-silk exchange program.

When he entered, he saw that Shen Qing, who was to negotiate with him today, was just a Qing Dynasty woman, and his attitude immediately became arrogant.

He tossed aside the original agreement with the silk farmers and said in broken Chinese, "This! It'll work!"

The foreign comprador who came with him offered to translate for him, but he refused, insisting on saying it himself: "It's useful! This is!"

In the end, only these two words are being discussed.

Shen Qing looked at it sarcastically for a while, then said in English, "This is an agreement that is obviously unfair and has been officially ruled invalid. Please abide by the judgment."

The foreigner immediately stood up, slammed his hand on the table, glared at Shen Qing with his blue eyes, and roared in English, "Whether it's invalid or not is up to the British! Immediately reinstate this agreement! Close your warehouses!"

Shen Qing leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow at him: "Whether you're British, American, French, Japanese, or Indian... when you do business with Chinese people on Chinese soil, you must abide by Chinese laws and regulations. Don't want to? Fine, get out of China!"

She responded to the other party in fluent English throughout, leaving the foreign comprador and the foreigners completely bewildered.

The foreign comprador still held a grudge from being scolded a couple of days ago, and now that his foreign father was present, he immediately took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to teach Shen Qing a lesson.

He raised his hand, about to slap Shen Qing across the face.

He Fei grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and quickly pulled it backward.

The foreign compradors were so frustrated they cried out in pain.

Just then, a mature and deep voice suddenly came from the doorway: "Insolence!"

Shen Qing looked over and saw Qi Zhenheng, dressed in official robes, standing sternly at the door.

He gave the order: "Take that foreign comprador down! Lock him in the dungeon!"

The constables immediately stepped forward and dragged the foreign comprador away.

The foreign comprador struggled to stay and cried out to the foreigners to save him. The foreigners themselves were terrified and didn't dare to utter a sound, fearing that they would also be taken away.

Qi Zhenheng entered, walked over to Shen Qing with his hands behind his back, glanced at the agreement on the table, and slightly raised his chin to look at the foreigner: "This agreement is null and void! Now raw silk is under official management. Without official permission, not a single bag can be shipped overseas!"

Shen Qing translated it for the foreigners.

The foreigners recognized Qi Zhenheng's official robes and knew he was an official. Even though they were resentful, they knew that Chinese officials had troops and could easily arrest them outside the concession. Their attitude immediately softened.

With a forced smile, he said, "But we desperately need Chinese raw silk, and we are willing to spend money to buy it."

Shen Qing translated for Qi Zhenheng.

Qi Zhenheng stared at the foreigner with his sharp eyes, pointed at Shen Qing, and said, "Of course you can buy it with money. The unit price and payment method are up to Boss Shen!"

After saying that, he looked at Shen Qing and said, "You talk to him according to your rules. If you think it's okay to sell, then sell. If you need anything, have a constable call me."

Shen Qing nodded: "Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

Qi Zhenheng did not take the constables away, but left several armed constables to guard the door.

This was to prepare to arrest the foreigner immediately if he threw a tantrum.

The foreigners naturally understood this and dared not be so arrogant anymore.

Shen Qing sat back down, gesturing with his chin to the chair behind him: "Please sit down."

After saying that, he opened the drawer, took out a blank order form in English, and threw it in front of him: "Please take a look at the terms. If you can accept them, then we can discuss the price and quantity."

The foreigner immediately picked up the form, his gaze immediately falling on the terms and conditions at the bottom. He saw clearly that it read "Cash settlement, payment upon delivery," and his face darkened.

This means they can no longer settle accounts with opium.

The only way is to lower the unit price of raw silk in order to obtain the profit margin they want.

Shen Qing knew what these people were thinking, so he didn't bother with haggling and directly quoted a price: "Five hundred taels for a bundle of raw silk. You will pay for the shipping and port charges. If you can accept that, we can sign the order now. If you can't, please leave."

The foreigner was astonished: "Five hundred taels for a pack? We used to only buy a pack for thirty taels! You've increased the price twentyfold!"

Shen Qing smiled and repeated, "Five hundred taels per package, not a penny less!"

Their attitude was very tough.

She heard on the ship to England last year that Europe's raw silk harvest had declined sharply in recent years, which is why they were so eager to buy raw silk from China.

But these foreigners were not grateful that you were willing to sell them good things; instead, they developed a desire to plunder.

That's what robbers are like.

Currently, Europe has no raw silk, while China's raw silk is all controlled by the Raw Silk Merchants Association. If foreigners want silk products, they either have to import raw silk from China or import silk fabrics directly.

No matter what they import, Shen Qing vowed to get back everything these people had taken from China!

“Boss Shen,” the foreigner said, looking at He Fei standing next to Shen Qing, “could you let this guy leave? I have something to say to you privately.”

Shen Qingchao gave He Fei a wink, and He Fei retreated to the doorway to stand guard.

The foreigner lowered his voice: "How about this...?"