Just leave the publishing matters to her, Boss Young has plenty of work to keep busy with. First of all, the lightbulb factory needs to be set up. Over the past two months, thanks to the miracle medicine that saves lives, he has built up quite a network among London’s upper class, so applying for patents and such is naturally very easy. He secured both the tungsten filament lightbulb patent and the diesel internal combustion engine patent in Britain, and is gradually expanding to other countries. After all, there are no competitors, so it’s a simple matter.

Starting a factory isn’t difficult either; this kind of thing is easy to do. At this time, Britain’s glass industry was already very advanced, so it was just a matter of buying a plot of land, building a few workshops, and hiring some workers. It wasn’t high-tech, and the problem was quickly solved. In just half a month, they produced qualified tungsten filament bulbs. The rest was just a matter of promotion—after all, it’s hard for a bulb so much better than bamboo-carbon filament not to be popular.

“Eddie, I have something good here. Do you want to try it? Not only will you have more fun in the future, but you won’t have to worry about any safety issues.” In that small manor, Franklin Young said mysteriously to Fool.

During this time, his relationship with Fool had progressed rapidly. Now, he had become this guy’s personal doctor. After curing the syphilis, even if Vampire caught a cold, he would immediately invite him over. After all, Franklin Young had plenty of miracle medicines, and he certainly wouldn’t miss out on such a good opportunity to make money. However, he still didn’t know Fool’s true identity; every time he treated him, it was in this small manor.

Over time, he discovered that although Fool’s intelligence hadn’t developed well, his body was in excellent shape—especially in terms of male instincts. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten syphilis. Since that was the case, he naturally ought to make some money off him by selling him Viagra and condoms. This guy was clearly a noble, and probably a high-ranking one at that. With him as a demonstration, introducing these two things into the aristocratic circle would be easy.

Chapter 10: The Rise of the Arms Dealer

Boss Young mysteriously took a box of condoms from his medical kit, then took out a bottle of Viagra, and then produced a plastic female sex toy, demonstrating its use to Fool. By this time, Fool’s eyes were already shining brightly—at this point, many people would believe he wasn’t really Fool.

In fact, he was just a bit slow-witted, not truly mentally disabled. With Franklin Young going to such lengths, if he still didn’t understand, then he really would be an idiot.

“Now look at this.” Franklin Young grinned slyly, took out a little blue pill, and handed it to him with a tempting tone: “You can try it tonight. Take it half an hour in advance, and you’ll see the benefits for yourself.”

Fool snatched it up with a beaming smile. The two exchanged glances, sharing a sense of mutual understanding, and then Fool’s gaze shifted to the female sex toy.

“Like it? It’s yours!” Franklin Young said generously—he still had several boxes of them! These things were very popular among the Western elite in the Republic era.

“Eric, don’t worry, this medicine has no side effects, though of course you shouldn’t overuse it. As for these condoms, they’re great for avoiding trouble.” At this point, Franklin Young explained to the nearby Vampire, just in case he suspected he was playing the little devil.

Vampire, whose expression had already soured, nodded slightly.

“Yang, get your carriage finished as soon as possible. Eddie has been urging me every day.” As they left the study, Vampire said while walking. Franklin Young’s aluminum alloy carriages had recently received dozens of orders, especially since Fool bought three at once. All these orders had the customers provide their own designs, but making the beautiful female figureheads was simple enough.

“Also, I heard you’re opening a factory?” Vampire continued.

“Yes, a small lightbulb factory. But I have quite a few other industrial plans—it just takes time to carry them out,” Franklin Young replied.

“If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask. I believe I can still be of assistance in many matters here in Britain.” For once, a faint smile appeared on Vampire’s face as he spoke.

He was truly grateful to Franklin Young from the bottom of his heart. Fool’s identity was special; although his mind wasn’t very sharp, that didn’t affect his status. The only thing that could threaten his position was his health. Now, the chronic illness that had troubled him for years was easily solved by Franklin Young, so of course he was deeply grateful.

Besides, a miracle doctor who could cure all kinds of terminal illnesses would be sought after anywhere. No one would risk their own life, and no one knew when they might need his help. After all, whether it’s wealth and glory or power and status, you need to be alive to enjoy them.

“Thank you, Eric! If I really need help, you’ll be the first I come to.” Franklin Young replied casually. But he was also very curious—just what was Fool’s true identity? The old man sure talked big, even bigger than a member of the House of Lords.

Curiosity aside, he had no interest in prying into other people’s backgrounds. For a client who had already contributed no less than a hundred thousand pounds to him, whether he was a prince or a bandit made no difference.