"As of now, the artificial synthesis of quinine is still in the exploratory stage!" Louis Pasteur gently sighed, speaking in a low tone to Jero Bonaparte.
From his expression, it was apparent that Professor Pasteur was not satisfied with the current progress of the research.
Aware of the long and arduous road of malaria research, Jero Bonaparte had no intention of blaming Louis Pasteur, instead feeling a bit of admiration for Professor Pasteur.
It’s important to know that the confirmation of malaria’s transmission dium in history took more than 40 years later.
For Professor Louis Pasteur to have clarified the dium of malaria transmission in Africa under the current conditions in such a short ti was already quite an achievent. (Though it was under Jero Bonaparte’s guidance.)
"Professor, scientific research cannot be rushed!" Jero Bonaparte lightly patted Louis Pasteur on the shoulder, speaking solemnly: "Any research is difficult to conclude without thousands of experints!
Trust , inspiration will strike you like a lightning bolt after thousands of trials!"
"Your Majesty, you gave really high treatnt and equipped with so many assistants, yet I let you down!" Louis Pasteur said softly to Jero Bonaparte.
"Professor Pasteur!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Louis Pasteur with a serious expression: "You have not let anyone down! What you have now is the honor you deserve!
I have always believed that the strength of a country lies not only in those of us who hold high positions, but also in people like you.
A country that respects science and is willing to invest in scientific endeavors can truly have a bright future!"
Inspired by Jero Bonaparte’s motivational words, Louis Pasteur, originally dispirited by the inability to conquer malaria, imdiately regained his spirits.
Then, Louis Pasteur inford Jero Bonaparte.
Although they haven’t completely figured out the artificial quinine, they have summarized the transmission routes and thods to prevent malaria.
He believed that with this thod, the mortality rate can be reduced.
"On behalf of the French Governnt, I thank you for your contribution!" Jero Bonaparte said excitedly, shaking Louis Pasteur’s hand.
If Louis Pasteur’s thod proves effective, then Jero Bonaparte’s colonization plans for the African region could be put on the agenda.
At this mont, Louis Pasteur had no idea that his research was about to cause great suffering to those living in the African region. He simply thought Jero Bonaparte sincerely wanted to bring civilization to the uncivilized Africans.
"I’m just doing what little I can!" Louis Pasteur said shyly.
"Speak! What do you want?" Jero Bonaparte said generously to Louis Pasteur with a smile.
"Your Majesty, it’s not just my rit, it’s the rit of everyone in this research institute!" Louis Pasteur modestly maintained the value of sharing good fortune with others in his reply to Jero Bonaparte.
"Alright! I understand!" Jero Bonaparte nodded and said to Louis Pasteur: "I can assure you that you will receive a considerable bonus again!"
Hearing Jero Bonaparte’s words, smiles appeared on the faces of everyone present.
In rewarding scientific researchers, Jero Bonaparte had never been stingy.
It was precisely because of this that they were willing to work harder for Jero Bonaparte.
Any company that only talks about ideals but refuses to discuss compensation is bound to face collapse.
In his previous life, Jero Bonaparte hated nothing more than the saying, "The more you compare wages, the narrower your mind; the more you talk about contribution, the higher your realm."
This binary opposition between compensation and contribution was either foolishness or malice.
Afterward, Jero Bonaparte chatted with Louis Pasteur for a while, asking if there was anything else he could help with.
Louis Pasteur shook his head, indicating that at the mont he didn’t need to trouble Jero Bonaparte.
Just as Jero Bonaparte was about to bid farewell to Louis Pasteur and proceed to his next inspection destination, a masked research personnel hurriedly ran from the underground laboratory to the living room.
"Professor!" The researcher gasped, calling out to Louis Pasteur and then bowed to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte stopped his steps and quickly asked the researcher: "What happened in the underground laboratory? Was there a sample leak?"
The researcher shook his head and replied to Jero Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, during the experint on artificial quinine just now, we accidentally created sothing interesting!"
"What thing?" Jero Bonaparte asked curiously.
"Your Majesty, if you don’t mind, could you please move to the underground laboratory!" The researcher said to Jero Bonaparte.
"What are you showing off?" Louis Pasteur slightly frowned and reprimanded the researcher, "Do you know how valuable His Majesty’s ti is!"
The researcher, hearing Louis Pasteur’s reprimand, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Professor, don’t be too strict!" Jero Bonaparte imdiately stepped in to mitigate the situation.
"But..." Professor Louis Pasteur responded.
"Give ..." Jero Bonaparte glanced at Vilnius and Valerovsky beside him, then extended his hand to the researchers, saying, "Give three masks!"
"Yes!" The researcher took three cotton masks out of his pocket and handed them to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte handed two masks to Vilnius and Valerovsky respectively, then put on one himself.
"Let’s go! Professor Pasteur!" Jero Bonaparte said to Louis Pasteur, "Let’s see what they are up to!"
Louis Pasteur had no choice but to put on a mask and followed Jero Bonaparte to the underground laboratory.
Under the guidance of the research staff, Jero Bonaparte and the others arrived at a room inside the laboratory.
At this mont, the room was crowded with researchers dressed in white lab coats.
Seeing the blocked path ahead, a researcher shouted loudly, "Make way! Make way! His Majesty and Professor Pasteur are here!"
The researchers standing at the front row instinctively turned around upon hearing this.
As expected, Jero Bonaparte and Louis Pasteur were right behind them.
"Please make way!" Jero Bonaparte stepped forward and gently said to them.
"All of you gathered here, don’t you have your own work?" Louis Pasteur reprimanded them with a hint of anger in his tone.
The majority of the lab staff left imdiately after hearing Louis Pasteur’s admonishnt.
Soon, the entire room was left with only a few people, and the gaze of Jero Bonaparte and the others fell on the contents of the test tube on the experintal platform.
"Isn’t this..." Jero Bonaparte widened his eyes looking at the contents of the test tube, then quickly stepped forward to the experintal platform and inquired, "Who made this?"
Several researchers simultaneously pointed to one person, who timidly said, "Your Majesty, I made this! However, it was made by accident!"
"Do you rember how this thing was made?" Jero Bonaparte asked eagerly.
"I rember!" The researcher nodded and then described to Jero Bonaparte the substances added during the preparation, "I recall that I added potassium dichromate to bleach sulfate in an attempt to extract quinine, and then a tar-like residue appeared in the flask. I knew the experint must have failed! So, to clean off the residue, I planned to use alcohol.
Little did I know that as soon as alcohol was added, they turned into this purple color!"
"That’s right! This is it!" Jero Bonaparte exclaid excitedly.
Unexpectedly, in their attempt to research synthetic quinine, they accidentally reduced aniline purple.
This is humanity’s first synthetic dye!
"Your Majesty, what is this used for?" Louis Pasteur looked at the aniline purple reagent in confusion.
"Quick! Bring all the white fabrics from the laboratory!" Jero Bonaparte urged Louis Pasteur; he wanted to verify whether this was truly aniline purple.
Louis Pasteur hurriedly began arranging, while the researcher who developed the aniline purple beca sowhat flustered; he hadn’t anticipated causing such a commotion.
"What is your na?" Jero Bonaparte asked with a kind smile to the seemingly young researcher before him.
"William Henry Perkin!" The researcher timidly replied in broken French.
"He is a Briton, recomnded by the principal of the Royal Society of Chemistry!" Louis Pasteur quickly explained.
"I greatly admire Academician Liebig, so..." William Henry Perkin stamred to Jero Bonaparte.
(In 1852, deeply persecuted Yuri von Liebig was expelled from the Kingdom of Prussia. Imdiately afterwards, he received a sincere invitation from Jero Bonaparte to join France as the Dean of the Departnt of Chemistry at École Polytechnique in Paris.)
"Are you interested in pursuing a bachelor’s degree at École Polytechnique in Paris?" Jero Bonaparte asked with a smile.
"Really? Is it possible?" William Henry Perkin asked excitedly.
"Of course!" Jero Bonaparte nodded, "We welco every scholar to France!"
After a while, the laboratory staff brought over all the white fabrics.
Jero Bonaparte applied the aniline purple reagent sequentially on cotton, wool, and silk, and then let it dry for a while.
Once it fully infiltrated, he ordered the laboratory staff to fetch several basins of water.
Jero Bonaparte placed them into different basins, and as expected, except for the cotton, neither the wool nor the silk showed signs of fading.
"Mr. Perkin, you’re going to make a fortune!"
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