"Do I sll?"
"You’re fine."
"Really?"
"Nah, just ssing with you."
"Aw, shit. Why do you sll so good then?"
"Bukhoor. Great stuff. Really started to use it when a vendor in Madinah convinced to get it."
"Can I have so?"
"I can lend you so other perfu."
"Oh, thanks." Pscht! Pscht! "Oh! Oh, wow, that’s heavy!"
"Base notes are patchouli, sandalwood, incense, and amber. Good stuff?"
"Again, heavy as hell."
"I think you just sprayed too much."
"Look, man, I’m not a perfu guy, I’m a computer guy."
"You’re decently well-dressed."
"And you’re not. Is there a reason why you wear the sa black garbs everyday?"
"It’s cheap. I’m a cheap guy."
"Do you not wash it?"
"I have four duplicates. Sewed ’em myself." Kazi Hossain stopped in his tracks and David followed suite. "Here we are."
The guards in yellow fancy gis nodded. The new contract was handed and they were allowed in. Waiting for them was Lady Ann. Just looking at her reminded Kazi of Prince Yuzin. All the genetics clearly went one way.
"Follow ," Lady Ann said. They went up the stairs. Up, up, up, exactly like last ti except without anyone getting in their way. Lady Ann was respected here and by extension so were they. They stepped into the office with Prince Yuzin in a lotus sitting position.
"Still ditating?" Kazi joked, to David’s chagrin.
"I am a Finance Minister first and a cultivator second," said Prince Yuzin, eyes opening. "Kazi, David. Have a seat. I have been eagerly waiting."
" too." Bi Sheng was already by the prince’s side and ca up to greet Kazi and David. His eagerness was etched on him through a big smile. A black Futou on his head, Big Sheng was evidently dressed for the occasion.
Once seated, David handed over the patent papers over to the prince, who imdiately gave to Bi Sheng.
"The devices...yes, yes, excellent." Bi Sheng nodded at Prince Yuzin. "I believe you had the blueprints of the factories as well?"
"Here," David said.
There were several types of factories that needed to be made. The initial cost alone was going to be upwards of fifty million points. Combined with the salaries likely to be requested and the first year alone was going to be heavy in cost. Bi Sheng inford the prince as much. He didn’t say much about it.
"This is superbly thorough," Bi Sheng said. "Not a detail left."
"We created this blueprint with the help of other factory workers," David explained. "We’ll have fourteen factories dedicated to the creation of integrated circuits. The rest will be for products. There will be thirty-four factories total."
"Here is the outco." Kazi set forward the suitcase—the Raman Spectroter—on the prince’s desk. Bi Sheng leaned forward and pulled it to his side, opening it up. The light of the monitor caught him off-guard and he exchanged looks with the prince.
"It’s been calibrated to calculate comrcial value and the health of nutrients. It works with over ten thousand species of plants."
David’s claim was full of pride. This monitor and the data shown was the most ti-consuming and synchronized effort between the two of them. Kazi understood the numbers, the types, what features they possessed while David inputted them and calibrated them. Eventually, an algorithm was built. In a world where technology did not go enter the domain of the twenty-first century, it was divine miracle. A leap to the future.
"I see, I see, like a computer." Bi Sheng nodded along, his fingers running along the cable and the length of tal at the end. "How fast do the results co?"
"Near instant," Kazi replied. "The analysis cos from light interacting with the subject. Because of that, you can analyze samples through glass vials or plastic bags."
"Then all that is left is to test it in the field," Prince Yuzin declared. "Let us go."
"Go...?" David glanced between Bi Sheng and the prince. "Where?"
"My eldest sister runs an opium farm. We shall go there to test this device of yours."
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