plumnovel Chapter 109 Scientific Gathering
Chapter 109 Scientific Gathering
Chapter 109 Scientific Gathering (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)
Chen Wenbin thought to himself, "You have a wife, what the hell are you talking about, 'true love'?"
But then he suddenly remembered himself—and couldn't bring himself to say anything accusatory.
After all, he's not the kind of shameless person who would ask others to do something he himself can't do.
So he quickly changed the subject, saying, "—So, all I need to do is arrange a job for George, and I don't have to do anything else?"
"That's right!"
Franklin nodded firmly and said, "Old George won't bother you a second time. He'll help you overcome some religious obstacles."
You are a Baptist, and the southern part of North America is the territory of Episcopal and Evangelical churches. With his help, it will be much easier for you to set up a plantation in Virginia or Georgia—I think you understand what I mean, money can't solve all problems!
"Yes! Money isn't everything!"
Chen Wenbin echoed this sentiment, while also inwardly breathing a sigh of relief. George Whitefield, that old charlatan, was far too shrewd!
His actions were obvious to everyone; it's better to keep such a person as a friend. — It must be said that, apart from mediocre nobles, there are many true elites in the British ruling class, and many people are certainly aware of his spending money to put on a show and buy fame.
However, when there is no conflict of interest, no one wants to offend anyone easily. As long as Chen Wenbin doesn't go too far, everyone can live in peace.
Lord Chen is a newly appointed baron-brother of Britain, so it's understandable that he would want to boost his reputation and enhance the family's prestige; everyone goes through that process.
He shook his head slightly, dismissing those thoughts, and then invited Franklin, "Come with me to the Royal Society this afternoon, Benjamin! Lord Morton has invited me and several scholars to a scientific gathering, and I've heard that your friend, Mr. John Canton, will also be there."
"Do I need your invitation?"
Franklin snorted, took out an invitation from his pocket, and said smugly, "John informed me a long time ago! Today's science salon is held to welcome you to the society—the Earl of Morton will be taking over as president of the Royal Society next month, and he needs you, the scientist who invented the battery, to enhance his prestige, so you will most likely receive a Copley Medal directly!"
"God! You're such a lucky guy!"
"Didn't you already have that medal?" Chen Wenbin ignored the man's jealousy, stood up, and said calmly, "So, are you going to take my carriage, or hire your own?"
"Nonsense! Of course I'll ride in your carriage! It's the same kind as the king's!"
Franklin immediately stood up and complained, "Otherwise, why would I have rushed over? Wouldn't it have been better to surprise you at the party?"
Chen Wenbin's spring-loaded carriage is the same model used by the King. There are only three of them in the UK at present. It is definitely the most talked-about luxury item in London's high society. Of course, the price is also shockingly high!
A luxury car like the one worn by the King, without badges or custom decorations, costs £999!
This is almost a third the size of a Mayfair mansion!
Even so, Robin Metals has received orders for 21 vehicles in the past few days, more than half of which are custom-made models with added price!
Without a doubt, the vast majority of orders came from Britain's great nobility—they wanted everything the king had!
After all, the Hanoverian royal family has a relatively short history. Some of the earls and barons in England can be traced back to the time of William the Conqueror. If they hadn't completely fallen into decline, these ancient nobles certainly wouldn't be lagging behind others in terms of lifestyle and enjoyment.
To meet the needs of these high-end customers, Robin Metals also offers installment loan services. Customers only need to pay one-third of the purchase price to bring home the same carriage as the king, so the number of orders is still increasing.
Many nobles are preparing to grit their teeth and take out loans to buy cars—otherwise, when everyone else is riding in spring-suspended carriages, it would be too embarrassing for you to be riding in an old carriage.
This explains why many landed nobles in Britain would drive their families into financial ruin and have to make up for their losses by marrying into wealthy families.
Because some noble descendants compete and squander their family fortune at a rate far exceeding the nobles' land income, once a spendthrift son appears, even ten generations of family property cannot be saved!
At 12:30 pm, the two arrived at Crane Court on Fleet Street in the City of London ahead of schedule.
This is the location that Sir Isaac Newton chose for the Royal Society. It is located in the city center, but it is quiet and peaceful, with a very pleasant environment.
As soon as Chen Wenbin and Franklin got off the carriage, a middle-aged butler dressed in a tailcoat and wig came to greet them.
He first bowed slightly to Chen Wenbin, "Sir Robin Chen, I am Colton, Lord Morton's butler. The Lord requests that you come up to the second floor to meet everyone."
After saying that, he looked at Franklin and said, "Mr. Franklin, you may come along if you wish."
The two naturally did not object. They straightened their clothes in front of the mirror in the lobby on the first floor, then followed the butler up the curved staircase to the second floor and pushed open the door to a room.
"—Sir, gentlemen, Sir Robin Chan and Mr. Franklin have arrived."
,——
Chen Wenbin followed behind the butler, glancing at the four people in the room. The old man sitting in the middle of the sofa should be James Douglas, the fourteenth Earl of Morton.
Two of the other three were middle-aged men around forty years old. Chen Wenbin recognized one of them as his VIP patient, John Hadley, a professor of chemistry at Cambridge University. The other was probably John Canton, who studied electrostatics.
As for the last one, the curly-haired man in his early thirties, he didn't recognize him.
"Hello, Sir Robin, welcome to today's science gathering!"
The old count smiled and nodded at Chen Wenbin, then said to Franklin, "Benjamin, you're welcome to come too!"
Gentlemen, please have a seat! Let us relax. There are only scholars here who are interested in science and knowledge, not earls or knights.
Robin, before we go any further, let me introduce you to Mr. Hadley—”
"No introduction needed, Lord."
John Hadley, with his light blond hair, pointed at Chen Wenbin and smiled, "Robin is my doctor, we're already friends!"
"Haha! So that's how it is!"
The old count shook his head, then looked at Chen Wenbin with a hint of resentment, "Dear Dr. Robin, I actually also made an appointment with you, but the time slot is already forty days from now—"
Chen Wenbin immediately said, "Lord, I can arrange VIP treatment for you at the Robin Hospital sanatorium. This way, you won't need to make appointments or wait in line. As long as I'm in London, you can send someone to notify me three days in advance, and you can go directly to the hospital for treatment."
He didn't say how much it would cost, because all the nobles in London already knew the price.
Based on his experience in Providence, Chen Wenbin designed an annual treatment package for London Robin Hospital for only £750. If you opt for a monthly package, the basic fee is only £88, which is absolutely reasonable.
The only hurdle is that you need to be personally invited by Chen Wenbin or recommended by three VIPs, and each VIP only has two recommendation opportunities per year.
"Thank you, Robin!"
The old count achieved his goal, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He then began to introduce the other two people to Chen Wenbin.