"Father, I disagree with this decision." Mu Yang gave his answer very directly.

  "This is an opportunity for the family and also your chance."

  "It's not fair, the title should belong to Da Ge and Ban. And I have confidence in myself to get the title, Father, I swear, I will make the glory of the Williams family shine throughout West Yorkshire, even all of England." Mu Yang said firmly.

  Muyang stayed at home for three days, leaving enough money behind, and Muyang returned to London.

  Now, Mu Yang has no idea how much money he has. However, the medicine produced now is in short supply, and the income from selling it is at least 200,000 pounds per day.

  To put it into perspective, that's 200,000 pounds in 1918, which is over 70 million pounds per year now. The pound was pegged to gold at the time, so saying that Mu Yang's income was like "gold pouring in by the bucketload" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

  "Professor, Mr. Carlos Ferreira is here to see you, I don't know if you want to meet him." Carter walked in and asked.

  "Carlos Ferreira, who is he and what does he want with me." Mu Yang asked curiously, having never heard of the name before.

  "He's a Spaniard who says he has something important to discuss with you," Carter replied.

  Important things, it's really interesting, I don't have much to do with the Spanish. However, there is nothing to do now, the pharmaceutical factory doesn't need him to manage, the application for the Nobel Prize has been done, just waiting for the result, and Mu Yang is still very idle.

  "Alright, let me meet this Spanish guest," said Mu Yang.

  The man, about forty years old, removed his top hat to reveal a head of somewhat curly brown hair, and bowed at the waist in respect. "Respected Dr. Joseph Williams, it is an honor to visit you, my name is Carlos Ferreira, from the Kingdom of Spain."

  "Please sit down, I don't know what you want from me?" Mu Yang was very curious about the other person's intentions.

  "I bring greetings from His Majesty King Alfonso XIII of Spain, as your medicine has improved the king's condition."

  "What wonderful news."

  "We, the Kingdom of Spain, are interested in obtaining the remedy you have developed to treat the influenza epidemic, or a large quantity of medicine." Carlos Ferreira was direct and got straight to the point.

  "I'm afraid we cannot provide you with the prescription. As for the medicine, you can try contacting the British government to procure it." Mu Yang replied in a very official tone.

  "No, no, Mr. Williams, please don't refuse me so hastily, I have come with the utmost sincerity this time. Spain is currently being ravaged by the plague, nearly 7 million of our citizens are infected and a large number of young people are dying every day, causing serious unrest in the country."

  "We had already contacted England, but the answer we got was that only 500,000 people could be treated with medicine for the first time, and the next batch would probably arrive in two months. However, this completely cannot meet Spain's requirements, as too many of our citizens have fallen ill."

  "Before I came, His Majesty the King had instructed that you can propose any conditions as long as Spain can take it out." Carlos Ferreira said so much in one breath and then quietly waited for Mo Yang's reply.

  Under any circumstances, Spanish King Alfonso XIII was also really desperate, but if he didn't, the whole of Spain would have been extinct, and how could this king continue to play, however, Mu Yang said that it was really a tempting condition.

  "Any conditions?" Mu Yang asked incredulously.

  "As long as Spain can do it." Carlos Ferreira said gritting his teeth.

  This is a good business that has been delivered to his doorstep, and Mu Yang cannot let it go. As for the British side, Mu Yang said that there is still room for negotiation.

  "In that case, you first tell me what conditions you can offer. I'll consider whether to agree or not." Murong said, wanting to see the other party's determination anyway.

  "The title of Earl, the fiefdom and permission to establish a family in Spain can be given to you, as well as a pharmaceutical factory, so that Spain can buy medicines at British prices," said Carlos Ferrera.

  Muyang's heart is racing, really racing.

  Earl, which is already considered high nobility, and there are other benefits, but Muyang is still not satisfied. The system said that the higher the achievement, the better the reward, one must be squeezed, must be squeezed.

  "Give me one day to consider it, I will reply to you tomorrow."

  Carlos Ferreira politely bid farewell and left, while Mu Yang sank deeply into the soft leather sofa, quietly gazing ahead.

  Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was joyful and jumping, beating much faster than usual.

  It's really unexpected that while I haven't received a title in Britain, Spain has come to offer me one.

  It is worth noting that a person can hold multiple noble titles, especially in European countries, which are basically interconnected and recognize each other's titles. The various countries are all related to each other, so Mo Yang going to accept the Spanish title was not a problem at all.

  But the question is, would the British government agree to him setting up a pharmaceutical factory in Spain? The British government now regards this medicine as a bargaining chip and is using it to exchange interests with other countries. It's worth noting that selling medicine sometimes earns not only gold coins but also political benefits.

  "Bang bang bang", the wooden door was knocked again.

  "Katie, what's up?" Muyang saw that it was his assistant who had come in.

  "Sir, Lord Harrington Basset has arrived; will you see him?" said Carter.

  Baron Henry Bessamer? Oh, an official of King George V's affairs, what would he want with me? Mu Yang raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, however, they still had to meet.

  "Ah, Mr. Williams, I bring you good tidings. His Majesty has seen fit to reward your outstanding contributions to the British Empire, and in recognition of the countless lives you have saved, he is pleased to confer upon you a baronetcy."

  Enfeoffment again, enfeoffment, today is really a good thing after another.

  Murong Yang's face showed a clear expression of joy, "I wonder what title Your Majesty will bestow upon me."

  "Hereditary baron, congratulations Mr. Williams, your family will have two barons."

  Baron, it's not considered high, but it's also met my minimum requirement. I spent 65% of the medicinal shares to get this title, and the British royal family is really stingy.

  "Is there a sealed land?"

  "Yes, as stipulated, you will have a manor as your fief."

  No choice, Britain is just like that, a baron can only have one manor, equivalent to an area of two hundred acres.

  But even so, Muyang was very happy.

  "Mr. Williams, I don't know whether the Kingdom of Spain has sent someone to look for you?" Baron Henry Bessborough suddenly asked.