He also made two resolutions on behalf of the California government. One was that the California government would hold a public memorial for Edison, and the other was that the California government would rename an island in California to Edison Island. This and the way of the California government in the past year is obviously much more humane.

The Hollywood city government immediately responded. Because Edison himself was the inventor of the movie, Hollywood, as an American film base, naturally had no choice.

Honorary Hollywood Mayor Grant announced that the Hollywood city government will build a statue for Edison on the Avenue of Stars to commemorate the creator of the American film.

With Edison's death, a grand commemorative event began. Before Edison died, when he was in the sanatorium, no one remembered him, and no one would mention him, but after he passed away, the situation suddenly changed, which was really touching.

Among all the organizations, the busiest one is undoubtedly Edison's funeral committee. The federal government has decided to hold a state funeral for Edison. The funeral is so high that there are many things involved. At that time, American people and minds may have to attend the funeral and have a lot of things to do.

As the head of the funeral committee, I was quite relaxed compared to others. I left many subtle things to the people below to do. I was just responsible for making some major decisions. In addition, because of Edison's death, I really felt a little disappointed and it was difficult to react for a while.

Since Edison passed away, I have been in the sanatorium for the time being. Edison mentioned his final destination in his will. He did not ask others to bury him in his hometown, but chose a hillside behind the sanatorium as his own burial place. Therefore, the funeral committee simply set up its office location in the sanatorium.

The people on the funeral committee were busy with funerals, but I sat in a daze on the aisle. I used to sit there with Edison to play chess, and Edison sat on the seat opposite me. Now, the seat is empty.

"Boss, the list of people attending the old man's funeral has been confirmed, take a look." Gans walked over and gave me a stack of thick documents, which listed a personal name. I looked at it and they were all considered famous figures in the United States.

"Is there a Nikola Tesla in the middle?" I looked up and asked Gans.

"Nicol Tesla? Who?" Gans looked confused when he heard the name. Obviously, to him, Nicol Tesla was completely a stranger.

"This guy is a talent." I motioned for Gans to sit down, and told Gans everything Edison told me about Nikola Tesla before his death.

"Boss, this guy is really so powerful!" After hearing me say it, Gans stood up all of a sudden.

"A person who has given Edison a headache for the rest of his life. Do you think he is an ordinary person?" I looked at Gans and asked back.

"That's right! This guy must be a talent. Boss, since the old man asked you to invite him to our Lockettec consortium, then you can just invite him. But don't be too late. So that others don't dig out the guy when they learn the news. This is a treasure!" Gans reminded me.

"I know this. But generally speaking, such people have a weird temper. Especially Nikola Tesla, it is said that his temper is even more weird and it is hard to figure out. I am afraid that if you can't invite him, it will make him have a bad impression of us. If he refuses to cooperate with us because of this, it will be troublesome." I whispered.

"This is really a difficult problem. Boss, do you think this is OK? I'll take someone to talk to him first. If this guy doesn't agree, then I'll be hard!" Gans smiled wickedly.

"Nonsense! I'll go there myself if I want to go, but your idea is really not very good." I shook my head.

"Boss, do you have any ideas?" Gans asked me.

"Yes." I nodded, and when Gans heard this, he immediately came over.

"You check where this Nikola Tesla lives, and I will personally invite him to attend the funeral in Edison." I said in a deep voice.

"Come on! Boss, your idea is simply a bad idea! I can guarantee that the old man will never come, and he will definitely cut off contact with us and refuse to cooperate with us because of this!" Gans shook his head repeatedly.

"This is impossible." I laughed.

"Impossible! What's impossible!? Boss, I can remind you that Nikola Tesla was excluded by Edison for a lifetime, and the two were incompatible. Just like you and Roosevelt. You said you asked him to attend Edison's funeral, how could he attend? He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics. He refused to attend because of his disgust and Edison's award, let alone Edison's funeral."

"Besides, if you invite him with the invitation from the Edison funeral committee, it means that you are Edison's friend. Next, you ask him to do things in the Rockettec Consortium. I'm afraid he will jump high and drive you out. How could he cooperate with us? "

Gans spoke very well and tried his best to object to my idea.

"Gans, my opinion is obviously different from you." I disagree with Gans' statement.

"Then I want to hear what you have to say!" Gans was dissatisfied and made a toss on the chair opposite me.

"Nicol Tesla is a strange-tempered person. According to my experience, he must not use extraordinary means to treat such people. If you drive a car to invite him, he will definitely not agree. Only when such a person touches his heart can he cooperate with you with conscience, otherwise there will be no door."

"Yes, Edison fought with him all his life, and he was also excluded by Edison for the rest of his life. It can be said that if it weren't for Edison, Tesla would have been famous all over the world now, and its popularity would not be worse than Edison. Now he is poor and destitute. It is thanks to Edison. In his heart, he must have hated Edison, which is inevitable."

"But the relationship between Nikola Tesla and Edison is essentially different from the relationship between me and Roosevelt. The two of them have little personal hatred, and many misunderstandings are concentrated on inventions. Now Edison is alive and dead, and the dead are dead, and everyone is dead. What else can't be resolved? Now, Nikola Tesla is also a man of age, probably not many years old. After a lifetime of struggle, there is already a complex relationship between him and Edison, even though Edison is his enemy. However, Edison's death is definitely a sad thing for him. At this time, if we invite him to attend the funeral, it is very likely that he will attend and will have a good impression of us. I will lobby for a while and maybe I can dig him up."

My words silence Gans.

"Boss, you're saying something, but I think it's still a bit unsafe." Gans still shook his head.

"Haha. Apart from these, I have a secret weapon." I looked at Gans and laughed.

"What are you talking about is Edison's letter to Tesla?" Gans immediately understood. After Edison passed away, his lawyer handed me a letter, that letter. It was probably because Edison was seriously ill and he might not be able to survive. He told the lawyer that I would give this letter to Nikola Tesla after he died.

Although I don’t know what the letter was specifically written, it can be inferred from Edison’s attitude towards Tesla at the end of his life that the letter was definitely a reconciliational letter.

In his later years, Edison had already seen everything, including the grudges between him and Tesla. So this letter should be sincere, I don’t believe that Tesla can remain indifferent in the face of such a letter.

He fought with Edison all his life and hated each other. But as opponents, neither of them could do without each other. Edison passed away and left him with such a letter before his death. If he still refused to attend the funeral, I would be very disappointed with this person. To be honest, no matter how talented he is, I would not invite him to the Lockettke Consortium, because he did not have a broad heart for a moment.

"What do you think?" I looked at Gans and asked back.

Gans pondered for a while and finally nodded: "Okay, let's do it like this. I'll check where this Tesla lives immediately."

Just two hours later, Gans ran over with a stack of paper.

"Boss, this Nikola Tesla is not doing well." Gans said something stupid when he saw me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You can tell if you look at his situation." Gans handed me the stack of information in his hand.

I took it and looked it through quickly. Sure enough, I found that this inventor, who was regarded as a genius by Edison, was indeed poor and destitute.

Nikola Tesla once created glory and huge wealth, but this person is far from Edison in business. In addition to being an inventor, Edison is also an excellent businessman, very capable in managing companies and making money. Nikola Tesla has no idea about money, and management is not his specialty, so the money he earns is soon spent in his hands. Moreover, this person often has some absurd ideas that others think. In order to verify these ideas, he often spends a lot of money to build a laboratory, and many of these ideas are impossible to create any social wealth directly. Therefore, his life becomes increasingly difficult.

Before 1910, his situation was basically pretty good. He had money, supported him, and had a laboratory, and he could continue to create wealth. But after 1910, his situation changed. There were fewer people supporting him and less money, and the laboratories were closed one by one, and in the end he even owed huge debts.

Now, at the age of 76, he lives in a small hotel in New York and lives on relief funds. Even so, he is still insisting on his research, writing a large number of research papers, and from time to time he throws out some new inventories, which are usually stunned.

Many people do not agree with his theory and think that it is nonsense, which also makes Tesla's life even more and more difficult.

"Boss, this guy's situation can basically be summarized in one sentence: an old man who has no money, is weird, nervous, and owes a lot of debts! To be honest, after reading his information, I doubt if we still have to spend so much effort to invite him over." Gans sighed.

"Since it's Edison's wish, we will do it. Besides, I still trust Edison very much. He said that Tesla is a genius, so it must be a genius. What we, Rockcott, have always lacked the most is talent. Not to mention genius." I stood up, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and then turned to Gans and said, "Appoint it, we will go to New York tomorrow morning."

The next morning, at Los Angeles Airport. While the whole of Los Angeles was busy for the Edison funeral, I took a group of people on the plane to New York.

To keep this secret, I didn't tell many people.

At around 11 o'clock noon, the plane landed in New York. Our group of people first took a break at the New York branch and had lunch. Then they went out to visit the mysterious Nikola Tesla. Gans drove by himself, and I sat in the back with the others. The car passed through the streets and alleys of New York, driving from the east to the west. At first, everyone was calm, but later everyone became impatient.

"Gans. Do you know where that Tesla lives? Why has it been less than so long?" Coolidge shouted.

"Of course I know, there are twenty minutes left. If you are tired, you will sleep!" Gans gave Coolidge a blank look.

Our car drove away from the city center, and the more we drove forward, the more remote it became. Finally, we simply left the city and came to the slum.

Finally, the car stopped and pulled down on a street. Gans opened the door.

"Down! When you arrive, the old man lives in a hotel in this neighborhood." Gans smiled.

The few people behind were almost asleep. Everyone came out of the car and Coolidge rubbed his eyes, but when he saw the block opposite, he was completely stunned.

"Gans, are you kidding? Is this where people live?" Coolidge said stunned.

The neighborhood in front of me may be the most dilapidated neighborhood I have ever seen. I have seen many slums, but I have never seen such a dilapidated slum! The houses are dilapidated and garbage everywhere. In the garbage dump, groups of naked children are playing. The air is filled with the smell of garbage and rotten odor. Sewage flows across the streets, and the broken water pipes are spraying water outwards. Some women carry buckets to fetch water below.

Unexpectedly, there are still such slums in New York.

"Follow me, it seems to be on this street." Gans took a note and led the way.

Our group of people stumbled and walked around the garbage dump for no reason. Gans kept asking, and finally came to a small building.

This small building is located on the edge of this slum. Compared with other buildings, it is quite good, at least clean, but it is incomparable to ordinary hotels in New York. Even the lowest-level motels are not comparable.

The person in charge of the hotel is a black man with a rough attitude.

"Nicol Tesla? Dead!" After learning that we were looking for Nikola Tesla, the black man shouted loudly.

"Dead?!" My eyes almost fell to the ground!

I worked hard to travel to New York, searched for so long, and finally found it with such great effort, but I died!?

"Impossible! I got the information that he is still alive! I can't die! I still believe Darren and the others' abilities." Gans shook his head repeatedly, then he looked at the black man and said, "Brother, you'd better talk to us honestly, otherwise you will have trouble."

The black man was frightened by Gans's words. He looked at us and seemed to realize that we were not easy to mess with.

"Oh!" The black man sighed and said helplessly: "I really hope that the old man is dead! He is still dead, I am the first to cheer!"

"That means he is not dead?" Gans smiled.

The black man nodded, then stood up and said to us, "This old man has lived in my room for nearly a year in vain. Every month I ask him for rent, and he said he would pay me back next month, and he would delay him for a year! I wanted someone to throw him out, but as soon as those who went to deal with him entered the room, he was knocked down by him with some strange Dingxi. Later, no one was willing to help me drive him away, and I dared not. So, let him stay here like this."

"It's true, you guys can't deal with an old man!" Gans pinched the black man's muscles.

"I can't deal with it! You don't know that his room is filled with bottles and jars, and it can be easily tinkered with some inexplicable powder and other things. Three months ago, I asked my brother to drive him away, but as soon as my brother entered the room, he sprayed the potion on his face. As a result, my brother's eyes suddenly disappeared. Later, I begged him, and he gave me a pill. My brother took it and recovered his eyesight. You said, can I deal with such an old man like a wizard?" The black man shook his head when he mentioned Tesla.

I was laughing next to me.

It is really a hilarious thing that a great inventor turned into a wizard at this time.

Not to mention, this old man is quite crazy!

"Then can't you call the police?" Gans handed the black man a cigarette.

The black man took it, smelled it and found that it was a good cigarette, so his attitude became much more intimate.

"Call the police? How is it possible? Even if people die in our place, the police will not come. Besides, there are many prostitutes living upstairs. When the police come, they will definitely suffer. Who will I ask for rent if I arrest them?" The black man opened his eyes wide.

"Then you let that old man go to waste," Gans said with a wicked smile.

The black man scratched his head and said, "You can't say that. Actually, although the old man has a weird temper, he is still a good person. Although he is poor, he often helps people around him. Take last month for example. He didn't know that he got a sum of money from there, and it was $100! $1,000! I asked him for rent. You know, my rent for a year is only $700, but the old man said it was gone. I asked him why the money was gone, and he said he gave it to a pair of young men upstairs and asked them to go home."

"That young men are from the middle class. They escaped from their homes and lived a difficult life. The man seemed to be a college person. The woman was doing a flesh-and-skinned business here. The old man always sympathized with them and always said he wanted to help them. This time, when he had money, he gave them all, allowing them to go out to make a living." The black man mentioned this and still recognized Tesla: "A few gentlemen, I'm also open to it now. It's not easy for him to be so old. I also want to spend as much money as he can. He can live as long as he can, and give me money whenever he gives me money. Do you have any trouble with him?"

"We are like you, and we are asking him for money." Looking at the black man, I laughed.

Twelve thousand sons were given. I was typing at two o'clock yesterday and was so tired.
Chapter completed!