Looking back on the feeling of writing on paper with this "ball point pen" just now, Roger really couldn't imagine that this would have been invented by a Chinese.

"Mr. Roger, what do you think?" Yan Guang, who was sitting opposite, asked nervously.

Now he is really short of money, and almost all his money has been invested in ballpoint pens. If he cannot sell it as soon as possible, he will probably really sleep on the streets.

Of course, the experienced Roger could not miss Yan Guang's expression. As a businessman, he should have taken this opportunity to lower the price, but thinking about the company that has been pressing on his head for more than ten years, and the group of people below who are also eyeing him...

"Forget it, even if we don't want such a good thing, I'm afraid others will rush to ask for it..." Shaking his head, Roger finally gave up the idea of ​​suppressing it. "It's indeed a good thing. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine it would have been invented by a Chinese."

"I didn't invent this." Yan Guang curled his lips in his heart. "Then how much are you going to pay to buy it?"

Before coming, he had already inquired about several stationery companies in San Francisco. This time he came specifically for this company who has always been a ten thousand-year-old second. Now it seems that the effect is pretty good, and this company obviously has not given up on being the boss.

"I won't mention the price. I still want to ask the conditions you just proposed." Rubbing his head, Roger looked at the yellow man in front of him seriously. "Do you want to reserve the right to produce such pens in China, right?"

"Of course." Yan Guang nodded. "When I return to China to open a factory in the future, I don't want to pay for the things I invented."

"Then it happens. I am willing to pay 50,000 US dollars to buy your patent. The conditions are also allowed to retain the right to produce in China as you said. How about it?" Roger smiled as he said. "I believe you have learned about our company before coming, otherwise you wouldn't have come to us first."

"Fifty thousand dollars?" Yan Guang converted it in his mind. During this period, 50,000 US dollars was about 150,000 and 60,000 silver dollars, and it may even be even more. Moreover, a silver dollar can buy 30 kilograms of rice or eight kilograms of pork during this period, which is equivalent to 60,70 yuan in 2007, so 50,000 US dollars is indeed not a small amount.

Yan Guang understood that the middle-aged man in front of him gave a very reasonable price, especially because they were eager to become the number one in San Francisco. The price may even be more than other companies gave, so he did not bargain and said readily. "Then let's get the deal!"

Hearing Yan Guang agreeing, Roger directly drafted a contract, then signed his name and handed it to Yan Guang.

Yan Guang checked carefully and found that there was no trap on it that he had cheated on him and signed his name.

After waiting for about thirty minutes, Roger's male secretary received 50,000 US dollars in cash from the bank. Yan Guang and Roger shook hands and left the company called "Heimt".

"Boss, is this pen really worth 50,000 US dollars?" The male secretary asked curiously after looking at the very simple ballpoint pen in Roger's hand.

"Of course, will I still do a loss-making business?" After putting the contract into the safe, Roger laughed and scolded.

According to real history, ballpoint pens sold for the first time after they were launched, and the price of each was ten dollars.

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Thinking about the 50,000 US dollars in the suitcase, thinking about the fact that I almost almost slept on the streets some time ago, fate is really elusive.

"Go to have a meal first, and then find a house. Although the hotel room is good, it is too small. I will have to make a lot of things in the next time. If I accidentally blow up the hotel..."

"Didi!!!" Just as Yan Guang was thinking about something, a harsh sound of horns suddenly came from nearby.

Although he has traveled to this world for a while, the instinctive reaction he cultivated in his previous life still subconsciously flashed to the side.

"This is the earliest car, right?" Curiosity about the car overshadowed the anger of being almost hit, but Yan Guang soon became angry.

"Damn the yellow-skinned monkey, don't you look at the road?" Although Yan Guang's height of more than 1.8 meters seems much taller than himself, the white man who seemed to be the driver still cursed, and then left without waiting for Yan Guang to react.

"Fuck!" Yan Guang, who had reacted until the car drove far away, raised a middle finger at the driver. This was the first time he had encountered a racist, but he didn't care much. After all, there are scum in every country, and Yan Guang just thought he was unlucky and encountered one.

However, when Yan Guang walked into a restaurant that looked very good for dinner, he was kicked out by the waiter on the grounds of customer protest, he realized that such a yellow man as he was really an alien in the United States...

It was not until this time that Yan Guang noticed that the people on the street were indeed a little strange when they saw them, but they had never noticed it in the past.

"Racial discrimination..." Yan Guang smiled bitterly. "That's right, during this period, schools in some states in the United States did not even allow black people to go to school, right?" To be precise, schools in all states did not allow them.

Speaking of which, Yan Guang also has to thank his body owner for cutting off his braids before coming to the United States. Now his short hair is not outrageous, otherwise the people around him would have more than just strange expressions.

He smiled bitterly, but Yan Guang quickly found a house for rent. Although the location was a little remote, the space was very large and the price was reasonable. Yan Guang then returned to the hotel, returned his original room, and bought some bread at the store. After returning to the house, he moved into his new home.

In the next few months, Yan Guang produced more than 100 things, almost one per day.

Although they are all gadgets, Yan Guang was still awarded the title of Invention King. Even in New York, on the other side of the United States, there is a Chinese Invention King named Yan Guang in San Francisco. Many local Chinese groups have invited Yan Guang, which also made Yan Guang create his last invention in the United States in the fifth month of coming to this world, phenolic.

By this time, Yan Guang's net worth had exceeded 900,000 US dollars, equivalent to more than 2 million and nearly 3 million silver dollars. Although he had no choice but to compare with those bigwigs, he was a rich man in San Francisco.

Just when many San Francisco people, especially Chinese in San Francisco, were still waiting for Yan Guang to continue to make new inventions to see if he could surpass Edison, but he didn't know that Yan Guang, a Chinese who almost set a record of inventions a day, had already hollowed out all the things in his head. At this time, Yan Guang saw a newspaper, a newspaper about rubber.
Chapter completed!