In real history, the Duke of Newcastle was famous for being good at financial management and rich in money. His business acumen was ranked among the best among British aristocrats.
As soon as the Chinese delicacies and Xiao Letian's mysterious spices of freshness appeared, the Duke immediately showed his great career in making money. Such delicacies and mysterious spices can definitely ignite the taste buds of European nobles.
The mysterious French meal is rubbish compared to this kind of Chinese delicacy with added ingredients.
This is what Xiao Letian was waiting for, but he couldn't agree immediately. Business negotiations must be handled carefully to get the most benefits.
"Dear Lord Duke, I'm afraid it won't be easy. First of all, Chinese people have a strong attachment to their homeland. These delicacies are cooked by China's top chefs. They can already live very well in China..."
"In this case, how could they abandon their homes and careers and come to this distant Europe? Look, this Liu Yuchu would rather disobey the emperor's order than stay in Europe... To be honest, this kind of emotion is very... It’s difficult to handle!”
"I can give them a high salary, several times higher than that in China! There must be brave men under the heavy reward!" the Duke of Newcastle said firmly.
"Well, high salary is indeed one solution, but there is another problem, and that is the fear in their hearts..." Xiao Letian took a sip of red wine and said lightly, "You know, the reputation of Europeans in the Qing Dynasty is not good now. , people have a natural fear of Europe..."
"Will you be bullied when you come here? Will you be treated inhumanely? Will the proud nobles of Europe discriminate against them? Have you considered these?"
"Oh, Head of State, you are looking down too much on us British nobles. We are the most polite elites in the world. How can we embarrass these gourmet masters from the East? You are worrying too much..."
"It's not that I worry too much, Your Excellency, it's the people at the bottom who worry too much. We can't do the work one by one, right? Who would believe it? Don't forget, your British Empire has fought two wars with the Qing Dynasty. What about the war..."
This kind of occasion is really not suitable for exposing one's shortcomings. The Duke coughed awkwardly, "Well... the unpleasantness in history will always pass. Britain has had wars with France, Prussia, and Tsarist Russia. Which countries in Europe have not had wars in their history?" What about conflicts?"
"Human beings always have to look forward. Hatred will eventually be swept into the garbage heap of history..."
Xiao Letian shrugged, "I agree with your point of view. Do you want to forget all the grudges when we meet? But the common people are too timid, and they don't have any profound historical perspective. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to understand your point of view!"
"Oh, my head of state, please get straight to the point. Your smile tells me that you still have a way..."
Xiao Letian smiled, "There is a way...it depends on whether the British royal family is willing to do it!"
"I would like to hear the details!" The Duke of Newcastle leaned forward and listened carefully.
"The Queen authorizes! Only the royal family authorizes these chefs to be given titles certified by the British royal family. For example, titles such as 'Royal Chef of Buckingham Palace', 'First Chef of the Admiralty', 'Chief Chef of the British Empire', etc. This may be able to dispel the The cowardice in the hearts of these cooks!”
"Dear Duke, you must know that in this world, no one cares about imperial power more than the Chinese. In their minds, only with the recognition of the royal family can they get the sense of security they long for!"
"This..." The Duke of Newcastle hesitated. "My head of state, this power belongs to the Queen and the King. I'm afraid it's not up to me! Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"It doesn't matter! I didn't ask for it in vain. Of course I know that the Queen's authorization is not easy to obtain. All I hope is to give these chefs a chance to be evaluated by the royal family in person!"
"The queen, the crown prince and the nobles can all be awarded titles through assessments! Whether it tastes good or not depends on whether they taste it or not. If the queen likes it, give them a title to protect them. If they don't like it, just send them away and let them go. Go back to your hometown and eat on your own, that’s a simple solution, isn’t it?”
"Okay! I can suggest to the Queen that she still needs top-notch chefs. After all, the British state banquet menu has not been updated for a long time..."
"Your Majesty the Head of State, both of your problems have been solved. Can we talk about cooperation now?" The Duke followed the snake in hot pursuit.
Xiao Letian waved his hand, "No hurry, no hurry! There is another very important issue, and that is the cost of this spice... It's too expensive, it's really too expensive. Just such a small bottle costs no less than 70,000 to 80,000 taels. Silver, equivalent to more than 20,000 pounds..."
"But how long can this spice be used? If the restaurant's business is booming, I'm afraid it will be used up in three days! If you think about it carefully, how much will the cost of each dish increase?"
"This kind of business is naturally not close to the people. Not to mention the working class, even the middle class can only try it occasionally. At that time, the restaurant's turnover will only be supported by aristocratic groups..."
"I think it's hard to see. Can we really do this for a long time if we just rely on the aristocratic group for consumption?"
"Hahaha..." Before Xiao Letian finished speaking, the Duke of Newcastle laughed wildly. "My respected head of state, I'm afraid you really made a mistake in your judgment on this matter. You underestimated the magnitude of our British wealth." !”
The Duke was very unwilling to hear Xiao Letian's remarks about underestimating the British Empire. What should he say? How many restaurants can’t my British aristocrat afford?
expensive? The word "expensive" does not exist in the minds of our British aristocrats.
"The British Empire is the empire on which the sun never sets. Our farms are spread across all the plains of Odessa, and our pastures are scattered across North America and Australia..."
"China's porcelain and tea, India's long-staple cotton and spices, Sri Lanka's gems, Africa's gold... countless resources in this world are our British industry!"
"And the British nobles are the jewels in the crown of this country! Please take back your remarks. Will we, the British nobles, not be able to afford spices costing tens of thousands of taels of silver?"
"To tell you the truth, even if the spices in this porcelain pot are worth 100,000 pounds, there will still be many people buying it! Britain is the sun of this era!"
"If the head of state is so cautious, I can sign an insurance contract for you in advance. If the Chinese restaurant suffers a loss within a year, no matter how much the loss is, I, the Duke of Newcastle, will pay you three times the compensation out of my own pocket!"
"Now you see my sincerity!"
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