Samuel Colt's quote was forty dollars per gun. After deducting all costs, he could make twenty dollars on each revolver; five thousand guns meant a profit of one hundred thousand dollars.
For the just-starting Colt, this was an enormous temptation. The Ottomans had not even haggled, which delighted him beyond measure and even left him a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Omar, you truly are a great man."
"Mr. Colt, there is no need to thank me. I have one more condition."
In high spirits, Samuel Colt immediately replied.
"Please, go ahead. As long as it is something I can do, I will certainly do it."
Omar Pasha toyed with the ring on his hand and slowly spoke.
"Mr. Colt, my country wishes to manufacture them ourselves. Would you be willing to set up a factory in our country?"
"General, your request is perfectly reasonable," Colt said slowly. "We would be more than willing to establish a factory in the Ottoman Empire, but that would require a detailed assessment and careful preparation on our part.
"Moreover, we need to ensure that our technology and manufacturing processes receive adequate protection in the Ottoman Empire."
Samuel Colt was naturally very willing in his heart. He had been prepared to move his factory to Britain for money, so he certainly would not mind moving it to the Ottoman Empire.
But as a businessman, Samuel Colt naturally had to leave himself room to maneuver, already calculating how he could squeeze out a little more.
Omar Pasha smiled. He knew European merchants' faces well enough, and clearly, the face of the American merchant before him stank even worse.
"Rest assured, we will offer you the finest protection and rewards. We will pay you patent fees, so long as you work well for us."
Samuel Colt shrugged.
"All