Clark, who hadn't been drinking, was clearly much more sober. He listened to Shen Qing's seemingly miraculous introduction but didn't react much, only smiling formulaically: "Thank you, Mr. Shen, for coming up with the promotional script for us in advance, but that doesn't determine anything."
It doesn't determine anything?
Shen Qing sensed something was wrong and tentatively asked, "You tried my sample last night, right there on the deck. It was very cold then, and you said my clothes were very warm. Do you remember?"
Clark chuckled. "Of course I remember."
He crossed his legs, fiddling with a matchbox in his hand, seemingly unconcerned about the deal.
The reaction was completely different from last night.
Shen Qing felt that he was probably trying to lower the price or propose some other conditions, so he was just pretending.
After holding back, he asked in a gentle tone, "Please feel free to name your conditions. I will definitely make any concessions you can!"
Clark immediately looked at her with a lewd expression, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over her chest.
That look disgusted Shen Qing, but she had to endure it.
Clark was the first person to show this expression, but as long as she continues to do business as a woman, there will be a second Clark, a third Clark…
This nauseating stare will only stop when she no longer has to personally handle business deals.
Shen Qing subtly hunched his shoulders, took a piece of paper from his sleeve, and pushed it across the table in front of Clark.
“Mr. Clark, take a look at this budget sheet,” she said, pointing to the first number in the first row. “As far as I know, in England, an ordinary thick cotton vest can sell for 20 euros, but I’m selling it to you for one tael of silver. After deducting shipping and port charges, you can still make a profit of nearly 9 euros.”
Clark remained expressionless, seemingly unconcerned about the 9 euros.
Shen Qing knew what he was thinking, and his finger moved to the last number: "If the quantity becomes one million, then your profit will be nine million euros; if the quantity becomes ten million, then your profit will be ninety million euros..."
Clark's eyes widened.
Shen Qing pointed downwards and continued, "The current population of Europe is close to 300 million. If just one out of thirty people buys this dress, you will earn at least 90 million euros... If one out of three people buys it, then... you will earn 900 million euros..."
Clark swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the astonishing number in the last line.
Everyone needs to wear clothes, and everyone has more than one set; at least two sets are needed for rotation...
Therefore, he can profit at least 200 million euros from this...
Two hundred million euros!
Clark was inwardly going crazy over the number, but he remained calm on the surface, after all, he was a man who had seen it all.
His gaze no longer lingered on Shen Qing's chest, but instead turned to look seriously into her eyes.
Physical attraction is clearly nothing compared to the allure of enormous profits.
At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of sleeping with Shen Qing; his mind was entirely focused on how to get those two hundred million euros.
No!
We need to get more than 200 million euros!
Ideally, it would be 400 million euros!
800 million euros!
His inner greed was growing, and Clark leaned forward, lowering his voice, "Boss Shen has helped me earn so many euros, so I have to give back to Boss Shen."
"Please speak."
"I'll sign a contract with you for ten million pieces of clothing, with a 30% deposit."
Shen Qing mentally calculated for a few seconds.
Ten million down jackets, totaling ten million taels of silver, with a 30% deposit of three million taels of silver.
After repaying Zhao Yuanwai's debt of 100,000 taels, the three million taels can still produce nearly 15 million down jackets!
After the goods are delivered on time, she will receive the remaining seven million two hundred thousand!
Shen Qing was overjoyed, his eyes filled with gleaming silver.
“Mr. Clark,” she stammered excitedly, pulling a printed order form from her sleeve, “shall we sign the order now?”
Clark raised an eyebrow and smiled, leaning closer to whisper in her ear, "Thirty percent of the deposit will be paid in silver, and the remaining seventy percent will be paid in opium..."
The smile on Shen Qing's face froze.
Clark continued whispering in her ear, "I'll give you seven million worth of opium. You just need to sell it, and you'll get at least three times that amount in silver... We'll have a win-win situation. You'll let me earn euros, and I'll let you earn silver..."
"Smack!"
Shen Qing slammed his fist on the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Clark: "You're also involved in the business of dumping opium into China?"
Clark chuckled. "Who in the world doesn't know that the Chinese love opium? Almost all the world's opium is exported to China..."
Shen Qing wished she could immediately throw the coffee in this shameless man's face!
She snatched the forecast sheet on the table that predicted huge profits, tore it up on the spot, and the pieces of paper flew into the air, some landing on Clark's face.
He stood up angrily, pointed at Shen Qing, and shouted, "What are you doing? Do you still want to do business?"
Shen Qing also raised his voice: "I don't want to do business with someone like you!"
Knowing that it was best not to offend anyone on the ship and that safety should be the top priority, Shen Qing felt a surge of anger when he thought of the bloody history of this country being ravaged by opium.
The anger was so intense that he couldn't suppress it, and he only managed to say this one sentence to Clark, which was considered mild.
Fearing she might do something impulsive again, she pushed back the chair behind her and prepared to leave the restaurant.
After taking a few steps, still feeling resentful, he turned around and said to Clark, "One day, the Chinese will drive all of you bastards out! Just you wait!"
After saying that, he turned and ran towards the cabin, running all the way to the door of the room.
As soon as the door opened, Cheng Zhiwen was seen sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, reading a newspaper.
Shen Qing raised her hand to suppress the churning emotions in her heart, and pretended to be nonchalant as she changed into slippers.
As he walked towards his room, he suddenly asked coldly, "Where have you been all afternoon?"
Shen Qing subconsciously didn't want him to know that she had met with Clark, so she made up a lie: "I went to sunbathe on the deck."
He chuckled coldly, turning a page of his newspaper: "Sunbathing all afternoon? Aren't you afraid of burning your skin?"
Shen Qing choked.
She disliked his controlling tone and, recalling what he had said to his friends the night before, became even angrier.
He said coldly, "What's it to you? Where I go, how long I sunbathe, is none of your business. Who do you think you are?"
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and went back to his room.
As he walked through the living room, he suddenly stood up, tossed the newspaper aside, and looked at her coldly: "You went to see Clark! You knew perfectly well what he was up to, yet you went to see him alone? Have you forgotten what I told you?"
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