So the first thing Franklin Young thought of was to quickly check the cargo manifest on his ship. He needed to estimate how much starting capital he had. After all, if the beauty avatar couldn’t solve her troubles, his future wealth and glory might depend entirely on this shipload of goods. These were all priceless treasures—especially the medicines, which could bring him billions even half a century later. In this era, they would be even more terrifyingly valuable.

Penicillin—now that was a good thing. In this era, it would be nothing short of a miracle. If he didn’t claim it was science and instead threw himself into the arms of the Lord, His Holiness the Pope might even canonize him as a saint.

There wasn’t a huge quantity, but it was still enough if sold only to the upper class—several dozen tons! In fact, this batch was ordered by Little Henry. Franklin Young’s joint pharmaceutical factory with Merck in Germany couldn’t possibly meet the demands of wartime consumption, so George King had no choice but to secretly supply him with a portion. Of course, Little Henry had to trade gold teeth pried from Jews in exchange.

But even at his penicillin factory in Chongqing, just supplying Joseph was already a struggle. Comrade Joseph, with the support of the Northern Alliance, was locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Japanese exile government in Vladivostok. Under these circumstances, he could only continue to supplement his supplies from the modern era.

There was also streptomycin, isoniazid, artemisinin, Ventolin… Upon checking, Franklin Young realized that there was actually quite a lot of medicine in this batch—probably several hundred tons in total. All of it was good stuff; just picking any one of them at random would be enough to make a person as rich as a nation. If managed well, he could even trade them for an entire fleet. And since the shuttle could provide the ideal storage environment, the shelf life of these medicines could be greatly extended. Penicillin powder injections, for example, could easily be stored for three to five years. But this also meant his own safety was at risk! At least until he had enough military protection, he’d have to act with extreme caution.

Aside from medicines, the next largest cargo was arms. Unfortunately, not many of these would bring him direct benefits: 130mm cannons, Type 59 tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, Tiger tank engines and gearboxes, naval mines, ten sets of high-powered Silkworm missiles, torpedoes… What drove Franklin Young crazy was that there were even five Mi-24 helicopters with some electronic components removed, along with matching ammunition—clearly meant for his own troops.

All of this was great stuff, but the problem was it was too good. At this time, he absolutely didn’t dare to reveal them. If those foreigners found out, they’d dissect and study him for sure. The idea of conquering the world with these weapons was just too unrealistic, not to mention it wasn’t something he could do alone.

Dragon-slaying skills—this was truly dragon-slaying! Boss Young thought helplessly. He needed his own territory, his own army, and only when that army was so formidable that it inspired fear could he gradually bring these things out.

Torpedoes and naval mines could be used secretly, and the 130mm cannons could barely be used as well. As for the light weapons, there was no need to worry about those. Besides these, Franklin Young also found a hundred sets of dragon scale armor, twenty sets of scuba gear, and as for other ordinary goods, there was no need to mention them. The biggest bulk was various grades of alloy steel and aviation materials—over twenty thousand tons in total. There was also a batch of machine tools and matching equipment.

Looking at the long list on the computer screen, Franklin Young began to consider how to get started. First, he needed to make money, but he couldn’t start with the medicines. If he took a vial of penicillin to London and told the British it could bring people back from the dead, they might just think he was an idiot!

He needed something visible, something that could instantly cause a sensation, to create an advertising effect—something that would make the British immediately know his name and associate it with miracles. But what should he use? Franklin Young stared at the computer for a long time before finally finding the perfect item: the Seagull watch—automatic winding, dual calendar, tourbillon, waterproof. The only regret was that the strap wasn’t metal.

If this thing appeared in London at this time, the effect would be terrifying. Even though the tourbillon and automatic winding had existed for over a century, those old pocket watches would look clumsy and crude next to the exquisitely crafted Seagull skeleton tourbillon. Not to mention the dual calendar and waterproof features—those would absolutely drive the Swiss watchmakers crazy.

He would use this to create an advertising effect, then gradually introduce other items. Of course, the main thing was to use it to earn his first pot of gold. Boss Young might be sitting on a treasure trove, but right now he didn’t have a penny to his name—not even anything to eat, as he had just realized. In fact, he didn’t even have anything to drink.

“Damn, could I really be this unlucky?” Muttering to himself in frustration, he wandered all over the ship’s cabin like an abandoned stray cat, peering into every nook and cranny. At last, his efforts paid off—he finally found a few boxes of Mirinda and potato chips, snacks meant for his wives.

With the food problem temporarily solved, the next issue was how to get to Britain. Taking the shuttle there would be sheer madness!