He clearly remembered that Samuel Swift died from the fever of returning home. Speaking of which, this old man could be considered a rare clear-headed official in China at that time. If he had survived, at the very least, Eric Lee wouldn’t have lost so miserably in the First Sino-Japanese War.

“Then why do you insist on using the signboard of an ancestral miracle medicine?” William Howard asked in confusion.

“If I say it was invented by our Chinese scientists, which of those foreigners would dare to use it now? Give it a bit of mysterious flair as a gimmick, and these guys actually feel more at ease.” Franklin Young said with a smile.

He intended to sell penicillin to the upper class of Europe and America. Those dukes and earls absolutely looked down on Chinese scientists, but they were often drawn to things with a touch of magic and mystery.

William Howard found it a bit hard to understand, but it wasn’t really his concern. He was mainly there to take a look at Franklin Young’s yacht, and by the way, to tell him that there would be a dinner party hosted by the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs that evening. He would be attending as Samuel Swift’s interpreter, so it would be best for Franklin Young to change his clothes, as what he was wearing now was a bit too informal.

Franklin Young looked at his black tactical jacket and shrugged indifferently. He wondered if putting on a golden dragon mandarin collar would scare old Swift out of his wits, but on second thought, he decided against it. Although this was Paris and no one would care even if he wore a five-clawed golden dragon, he still had to think about the future.

He found a ready-to-wear shop, picked out a rather decent evening suit, dressed himself up like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and went to the embassy. Then, introduced by William Howard, he met Samuel Swift, and that very evening, he rode in a carriage with the chubby old Swift to attend the dinner. This was actually a farewell banquet held by the French for Samuel Swift. Although he served as minister to four countries, his main post was in Britain, so he would be stationed in London.

At the banquet, Franklin Young’s performance was truly eye-catching. He was used to mingling in high society, so in such a setting, he was naturally in his element—well-dressed, elegant in manner, and his conversation was witty and sparkling. Coupled with his broad knowledge, he left the foreigners utterly dumbfounded. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he was the minister!

However, as he attracted more and more attention, the French guests at the banquet suddenly noticed that the interpreter Yang was wearing a very beautiful wristwatch. You have to know, this was still the era of pocket watches. Wristwatches did exist, but they were combined with bracelets, more like jewelry, and specifically for socialites and noble ladies—top-tier ones, like queens and princesses.

“Yang, is that a wristwatch you’re wearing?” asked a French diplomat who had been having a pleasant conversation with Franklin Young.

“Oh, you mean this?” Franklin Young casually raised his hand and showed off his Seagull skeleton tourbillon in front of him. The man’s eyes immediately went wide, as if he were seeing a beautiful woman baring her chest before him.

“Automatic winding, tourbillon, with a calendar, and it’s waterproof. You could even swim in the Seine with it and have no problem.” Franklin Young said modestly.

“That’s impossible!” The diplomat could no longer maintain his composure and cried out without hesitation, immediately drawing the attention of the other guests.

“Monsieur Pierre, are you doubting my honesty?” Franklin Young said with a displeased look.

Samuel Swift, who didn’t understand French, looked at him in confusion. To be honest, he was quite satisfied with Franklin Young as his interpreter. Although this guy was a bit too much in the spotlight, as a Chinese diplomat unfamiliar with Western society, such an assistant was exactly what he hoped for.

“Sir, it’s nothing. Monsieur Pierre just doesn’t believe my watch is that amazing.” Franklin Young lowered his head and explained to him.

“Yang, please forgive my rudeness. It’s just that what you described is truly unbelievable. It’s impossible to fit a tourbillon into such a small wristwatch, let alone an automatic winding mechanism. As for waterproofing, that’s simply inconceivable.” Pierre apologized without the slightest hint of apology.

As for the calendar, there was no need to doubt it—the date was clearly displayed on the dial. The first calendar watch was only exhibited by Audemars Piguet last year.

Franklin Young glanced at him, then at the suspicious looks of the foreigners around, and then, under their stunned gazes, he smiled faintly, took off his watch, and casually dropped it into Pierre’s wine glass.

A chorus of exclamations erupted around them.

Pierre raised his glass, and through the blood-red wine, the somewhat eerie-looking watch could be seen, its hands moving quietly and without the slightest abnormality. Some guests had already taken out their own pocket watches, timing the rotating hands. The entire banquet hall fell silent, with only the sound of countless ticking hands. Especially the Seagull tourbillon in the wine glass, its faint ticking seemed to mock them, growing clearer as time passed.

“Monsieur Pierre, aren’t you tired?” After nearly half an hour, Franklin Young finally said sincerely.

Pierre, still holding his glass like a statue, looked at him blankly.

Franklin Young reached out, took the watch from his glass, wiped it with a napkin, and, under countless shocked gazes, put it back on his wrist.

“As for the automatic winding and the tourbillon, I don’t think there’s any need to demonstrate further.” Franklin Young gave the watch a little shake and said calmly.