The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 522 - 274: Don’t Generate Electricity Here

Faraday heard Arthur’s words, was slightly taken aback at first, and then he immediately realized what Arthur was talking about.

He supported his forehead and shook his head helplessly, "I almost forgot what your actual job is. You are a police officer, and Scotland Yard is governed by the Home Office, right? So, Viscount Melbourne sent a bunch of civil servants and even brought you over as a lobbyist?"

Arthur clarified seriously, "You misunderstand, I also just found out about this from those civil servants. Moreover, I never intended to persuade you to forgive Viscount Melbourne. You have your own ways and principles of handling matters. Since you entered the field of scientific research, everything you have done has been utterly correct.

Sir David was so harsh on you, yet you never bore a grudge in your heart, and you even took out your meager savings to build a tomb for him after his passing and converted his laboratory into a memorial at the Royal Society. I can’t see through a person’s heart, but I can see a person’s actions.

You definitely won’t have any problems. If there was a conflict between you and Viscount Melbourne, it must have been because he went too far. You have every reason to be angry with him, and I support you one hundred percent in this matter." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Arthur’s words caught Faraday off guard; he had assumed Arthur would definitely speak favorably on behalf of Viscount Melbourne, but instead Arthur did quite the opposite, not saying even half a word in favor of his supervisor.

Faraday hastily waved his hands, "Arthur, I’m glad that you can support me. But, I’m not as perfect as you say. Anyway, let’s end this matter here. Since it’s in the past, let’s let it be past. Let’s not mention it anymore."

"Of course, I’ll listen to you."

As Arthur spoke, he reached into his pocket and took out a check, placing it neatly on the laboratory table in front of Faraday, "Mr. Faraday, that’ll be all for today. Mr. Wheatstone has been soaking in the Royal Society’s laboratory these days, I haven’t seen him for a while, and I miss him quite a bit. So, I bid you farewell, wishing you a pleasant life."

Arthur turned around, tugged at the pleated edge of his shirt at the chest, a light frown on his brow, and a slightly enigmatic confident smile appeared on his face.

Agares, lying on the laboratory table, was trimming his nails while shaking his head and counting down, "Three, two, one..."

"Arthur, wait!" Faraday’s voice rang out from behind Arthur.

With a sigh, Red Devil commented, "Truly a born Devil."

Arthur adjusted his expression and turned back graciously, asking, "Did you need something else?"

Faraday, with a serious face, held up the check, "Arthur, did you forget to take something with you?"

Arthur seriously shook his head, "I’m sure I didn’t forget anything, Mr. Faraday. That check is indeed for you; it’s the fruit of your labor. How could I possibly claim it as my own?"

Looking at Arthur, Faraday’s brows furrowed more deeply, "Arthur, you are a splendid young man, and I appreciate you greatly. That’s exactly why I wouldn’t want such a trivial matter to ruin our friendship. Now, take this check back and return it to the person who gave it to you, and let’s pretend nothing ever happened, shall we?"

Upon hearing this, Arthur sternly refused, "Mr. Faraday, I couldn’t possibly return this check to Mr. Rothschild. Furthermore, the success of the Astley Theatre’s performance was inseparable from the various instruments and chemicals you provided. As the organizer, it is rightful for him to compensate you. Why should you save money for a banker?"

"This is compensation from Mr. Rothschild?"

Faraday was momentarily startled, then declined, "I appreciate his goodwill. But I didn’t exert much effort on the performance. As for the instruments and chemicals, although some of them were made by me, these items belong to the collective property of the Royal Society. Moreover, you were careful with the items after borrowing them, they haven’t been damaged, so naturally, there is no need to pay compensation. As for the chemicals... just reimbursing the material costs should suffice, just a bit of liquid carbon dioxide, it surely isn’t worth three hundred pounds."

Indignantly, Arthur spoke, "Mr. Faraday, if Mr. Rothschild is willing to pay so much, it means your products deserve this price. You are a scientist, but you don’t understand economics. The price of goods is determined by the market. If someone is willing to pay a high price, then it’s reasonable to sell them for a high price.

This is like the tea beverages we often drink. If you buy tea in its original location in the East, you could buy a basketful for just a few pennies. But if you buy it in Covent Garden Market, it costs six pennies just to get a jar. And if you go to the Twining’s tea shop, even if you pay a shilling, they weigh it carefully with scales and do not give any extra tea dust.

Besides, I cannot stand how Viscount Melbourne has treated you. I must admit, a scientific annuity of three hundred pounds a year is indeed a substantial amount of money, but if he thinks he can make you yield with this money, he’s mistaken. Your value is far higher than he imagines, and even more than you think yourself. Any chemical made by Mr. Faraday can be sold immediately for hundreds or thousands times more, and that’s how you can best retaliate against him!"