It can only be said that Tang Ping still didn't know enough about Europe at this time. He couldn't imagine the enthusiasm of Europeans for silk at this time.
Maybe many people, like Tang Ping, think that it is just a luxury product. At worst, it will be the same as modern people buying luxury goods such as Donkey Brand.
But you must know that just a few decades ago in 571 AD, the Eastern Roman Emperor Justinian, in order to get rid of the high-priced monopoly on Chinese silk by the Persians between the East and the West, united with the Turkic Khans and attacked Persia.
This war lasted for 20 years, and in the end there was no winner.
This is the famous "Battle of Silk" in Western history.
Of course, the "Silk War" was not just because of silk, but just from the fact that such a name was used in this war that lasted for twenty years, we can also know the important role that silk played in it.
Take Lao Cui's nose-blowing handkerchief, for example. It was originally made of silk given by the royal family.
Such exquisite silk, coupled with unique embroidery, is the limited edition top luxury product of this era.
No wonder Old Peter was so excited.
"Okay, okay, old Peter, if this is what you're talking about, I think I can help you."
Tang Ping pressed down the excited old Peter.
"Tang, tell me, what are your conditions?"
Old Peter knew that Tang Ping could not do such a big favor to him for no reason, and the friendship between the two of them had not reached this stage yet.
"Old Peter, you should know that we have escaped from the original Watt City..."
"You want to live at my place? I heard that there are more than two hundred of you, but I can't live with so many of you!" Old Peter said with a sad face.
"No, no, no, we won't live with you." Tang Ping shook his head and said, "Besides, I can't trust you now. What if you sell it to us?"
"Then what do you want?"
"A big businessman like you must know a lot of craftsmen, right? Just help my people build a place to live."
"Build... a... place to live?" Old Peter opened his eyes wide: "There are so many of you, how much do I have to spend?"
"Then there's no need to talk!" Tang Ping pulled Alaric and said, "Then let's leave quickly, Uncle Alaric, and don't let Old Peter discover our traces again."
"Wait, wait!" Old Peter pulled Tang Ping's clothes: "Let's discuss it carefully!"
This business is very important to him. If he can establish a relationship with the city owner of Porto, his business territory can at least double in the future.
As a Venetian, there is no business that is off limits.
"Tang, I really want to help you, but although my business is not small, the financial pressure is also great, so can I ask you first what kind of things you can come up with?"
If he wanted to overpower Korda, he naturally couldn't use something as small as the same handkerchief.
He also wants to wait for the price.
Tang Ping touched his nose. Speaking of silk products, he really had a lot.
At least the quilt that I sleep on is made of silk, and the top is also carefully embroidered by the court embroidery workers of East Vietnam. If I want to take it out, it is not comparable to an ordinary handkerchief.
But no matter what, it still makes me uncomfortable to think about giving away my used quilt. Especially for their queen. Who knows what the queen and king will play in the quilt in the future?
Thinking of this, he suddenly thought that Li Siwen seemed to have stolen a unicorn belt given by his father to show off.
If it hadn't been for him, would he still be hunted down in this remote part of Europe?
So it would be very reasonable for him to use it to pay off the debt, right?
As for Li Siwen being strictly speaking his junior, it didn't matter to Tang Ping. It was everyone's first time, so why should he only cheat me and I couldn't cheat him?
This thing is just right!
After making up his mind, he said to old Peter: "This thing I have is priceless, and it can only be used by your majesty in our country. It is a tapestry belt with a Kirin, the mythical beast of our country, embroidered with a special technique. "
"If we really want to compare, this thing is like your Majesty's royal clothing, and the Korda silk handkerchief you mentioned is just a foot-washing cloth used by the poor."
"Tang!" Old Peter looked at Tang Ping suspiciously: "You are not lying to me, are you? Is it really... so precious?"
"Lied to you?" After hearing what he said, Tang Ping was unwilling: "Is the handkerchief you saw just now precious??"
Old Peter nodded. Although he only glanced at it once or twice, it was obviously much more precious than Korda's handkerchief.
"Old Cui, show us, Mr. Peter, what you usually use this handkerchief for!"
Tang Ping felt that he needed to give him some serious information.
"Hoo! Hoo!" Lao Cui was obedient, picked up the silk handkerchief and held it to his nose and started to breathe.
"Oh! No! Don't! Don!" Old Peter's expression at this time was really vivid to describe as one with splitting eyes.
He initially thought it was Lao Cui's private collection, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he was carrying it for this purpose.
"You are committing a crime!! This is made of silk. Do you understand that it is made of silk? Damn it, if you sell this veil to me, I can give you a cow!"
"You know, Old Peter, can you now imagine how precious I am talking about?" Tang Ping patted Old Peter on the shoulder: "If we didn't need someone to build a house, we would let you pick it up. So cheap."
It is really inconvenient to be in Porto if you are not familiar with the place.
Residents on the island can build their own houses, but some building materials still have to be purchased in Porto, plus the coming winter.
That's why Tang Ping decided to find Old Peter to solve the problem, and this was only the first step.
Since Old Peter has connections, the two of them can indeed cooperate further.
As old Peter said, he is just a businessman, as long as it can make him money.
Cooperating with such a person, as long as Tang Ping can bring him the greatest benefit, is the safest and least afraid of betrayal.
Old Peter thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"
"That's right!" Tang Ping and Old Peter high-fived to signify the agreement: "Think about it again, could it be that after your queen's birthday this time, she won't be able to celebrate it in the future? And your king won't be able to celebrate his birthday? "
"And besides the lords of Porto, don't the lords of other places need such precious gifts for the king?"
Being induced by Tang Ping, Old Peter's eyes lit up: "Tang, you mean..."
"Old Peter, if we can work together well, then when I return to my country in the future, you think you will get unexpected gains."
Tang Ping began to draw a pie: "As a businessman, sometimes you need to gamble on luck. I just don't know, old Peter, would you do it?"
