After writing a long letter to Joshua, John gave him full control of the patent.

For three thousand dollars, he would definitely not sell it.

John was well aware of the history of electric light and knew that Edison had always used bamboo wire before the advent of tungsten light bulbs, and that the tungsten lamp that was truly popularized in later generations would probably not appear until the 20th century. In other words, unless the history of the life span changes, with the durability of bamboo wire, as well as John's creativity in the base of the bulb and the shape of the bulb, even if Edison does not buy it, there are many people who want it.

There may not be many people in this world who can persevere like Edison, but there are certainly not many people who can see the brilliant future of electric lights.

As for some of Joshua's concerns, John didn't care.

Edison wasn't the big man a few decades later, and John didn't think he had anything else to do with himself until he hooked up with Morgan to start General Electric. And don't forget, it's the 19th century, it's 188o! Although New York City was full of darkness and ** in this era, and the Irish-controlled Tammony Association still enveloped the whole New York City, after the blow ten years ago, the large number of German immigrants also began to have a voice.

The elder Huntelaar had been in business in New York for twenty years, and John did not believe that the old man would allow others to bully his grandson.

Of course, after thinking about it for a long time, John finally made a point to explain to Joshua that if Edison had a change of heart, he would still sell it to him for 20,000 yuan. After all, Edison is the man of light bulbs, and I am afraid that only he can quickly reduce the production cost, and carry out perseverance in the promotion, John, who has long been fed up with candles and kerosene lamps, also looks forward to the day of "upstairs and downstairs, electric lights and telephones" as soon as possible......

Early on Monday morning, the new governess, Miss Philippe, stood at the door of Huntelaar's house with a large bag of luggage, and then settled down in a room on the third floor, accompanied by Hans. This is a room that the old Huntelaar specially selected for her, which is in the best condition among the many rooms on the third floor, and has been added with new daily necessities, which surprises the cleanliness Felt, and at the same time greatly satisfies the employer who will work in the future.

She couldn't have asked for more.

What could Miss Philip ask for in the position of a man's appendage at this age, without even the right to private property, and the governess with a slight higher status than a maid, and with a high salary and respect from Mr. Huntelaar, who gave her a high salary and enough respect?

While Miss Philip was busy preparing her lesson, ready to repay Mr. Huntelaar's attention, John finally welcomed his first governess, Mr. Auf, the kind and kind priest, and opened the Bible on the table in great pain......

……

After an hour's rest after lunch, John had to go to his study again.

This study, which old Huntelaar had ordered Hans to clean up, was right next to Miss Philip's room. Old Huntelaar also asked the butler to customize a bookshelf for John, a desk and a few chairs, and even bought a piano to put in the corner, so that the whole study was comfortably packed up for his use in class. From this aspect, although John disagreed with the tutor in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little pressure, after all, his grandfather had invested a lot of money in training him, if he didn't learn well......

"Come on."

John sighed secretly in his heart and admonished himself. Fortunately, I had to attend a three-hour class every morning, but in the afternoon it was only about an hour and a half, and the boil was over.

"You look tired?"

After John sat down at the table, Miss Philip, who had been waiting inside, raised her eyebrows and asked faintly.

"It's not tiring."

Shaking his head, John smiled slightly: "It's just that I'm not very good at the content of theology, and Mr. Auf is more demanding, so ...... Well, I'm a little tired. ”

Halfway through the scene, Miss Philip now had a knowing expression, and John admitted dejectedly.

Although the pastor Mr. Auve was quite kind and patient, the way he taught was like preaching in a church, and the content seemed to John to be like the brainwashing of later generations, boring and boring. But theology was one of the most important courses in this era, and John could not avoid it, and even under the gaze of Mr. Off's eyes, he did not even have a chance to be lazy!

How is it possible not to be tired?

Seeing John's lazy appearance, Miss Philip couldn't help frowning, and after a little hesitation, she got up from her chair: "Then our first lesson of the day is to enjoy a piano piece first." ”

Before John could react, Miss Philip had already walked to the piano and sat down gracefully.

The slender fingers rested lightly on the keys, and Miss Philip's face was now extremely focused, and in the eyes of John, a pure layman, like a real pianist, pressed the first note.

A piece of music like flowing water floated out of the brand new piano.

"Sounds familiar!"

With his hands on the table, the more John listened to it, the more familiar he felt that this piano piece must have been heard in his previous life. However, with his barren musical knowledge, it is impossible to know its name, but to know that it must be the work of a great master like Beethoven that will be familiar to him, a classical music idiot.

"If you listen patiently, it seems that you can still make a living."

John narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt that the piano music sounded like a spring breeze and a warm sun, which made people feel very comfortable......

……

"Mr. Huntelaar!"

A cry of implicit anger woke John from his extremely comfortable state.

"Huh?"

Raising his head from the table suddenly, John understood what was going on when he saw Miss Philip's "elegant" expression, even if she was angry.

"Uh......"

Scratching his head in embarrassment, John quickly stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry Miss Philip, you played so well!" It was very comfortable to listen to, so I fell asleep before I knew it...... May I ask what is the name of this piece? ”

Subconsciously, John skillfully diverted his gaze**, trying to jump over the embarrassment of listening to falling asleep. It's a pity that Miss Philip, unlike old Huntelaar, obviously doesn't eat much of this, and says sharply with a cold face: "Mr. Huntelaar, I hope you can understand one thing, for a musician, it is a great insult for someone to fall asleep while he is playing!" And as a gentleman, it is extremely rude for you to do this! ”

"Allow me to apologize again!"

John felt that something was wrong, and his expression immediately became serious, and he bowed slightly and said, "Miss Philip, I'm sorry for the inappropriate behavior just now, this is the first time, but I promise it will be the last time!" ”

Under Miss Philip's critical gaze, John's expression was extremely sincere, and he seemed to regret his actions just now.

After staring at him for a long time, Miss Philip nodded slowly, and the expression on her face slowly softened. She was really angry just now, because she had the good idea to use music to soothe John's exhaustion, and this kid actually fell asleep listening to it, how could Miss Philip, who thought she was half a musician, acceptable? Now seeing that John's apology is sincere, the anger in his heart can be regarded as slowly extinguished.

John suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

John is not like an adolescent teenager who goes against a governess. Moreover, his grandfather clearly valued Miss Philip very much, and John naturally understood what he had to do.

"Alas, this is the tragedy of escape!"

After breathing a sigh of relief, John turned to the thought that he would have to be "edified" by this lethargic music five afternoons a week, and he felt so sad that he wanted to jump over and smash the piano! He can still show some of his own artistic cells when he listens to this thing once in a while, but if he really listens to it every day, or even has to learn it, it will really torture the dead!

"You don't like the piano? Or rather, you don't like music? ”

Just as John's mind was tormented, Miss Philip suddenly asked, as if she had seen what he was thinking.

"yes, I don't like it very much."

After hesitating for a moment, John simply showdowned: "Whether it's piano or music, I really don't have much interest, especially the so-called classical music, most of the time I will be drowsy after listening to it!" ”

There is no doubt that little Mr. Huntelaar is a real layman.

After pondering for a while, Miss Philip looked up and said, "Mr. Huntelaar......"

"Please call me John, Miss Philip!"

John interrupted Miss Philip with a wave of his hand, and said with a smile. He had foreseen that he would have to study art under this Miss Philip for a long time to come, and it would certainly not hurt to get closer sooner.

"All right, John."

After a moment's hesitation, Miss Philip changed her tune, and then continued: "Your grandfather wanted me to cultivate your artistic skills, and in fact most art forms you just need to know how to appreciate them, and to know some of the most famous works. But as a gentleman of the future high society, you should master at least one of them, which is very good for your future. ”

John knew that Miss Philip was telling the truth.

What is the difference between a tyrant and an ancient nobleman? It's certainly not about the amount of money, as John had figured out a long time ago.

"So, do you have any recommendations?"

After a moment of silence, John asked with a wink.

"There are three things I'm good at."

Miss Philip held her head high and proudly said, "Piano, painting, and cropping!" Considering the gender differences, I strongly recommend that you choose piano or oil painting! ”

"Piano and oil painting?"

Gently groping his chin, John pondered his eyebrows, and after a while, he stretched his brows and asked with a smile: "Miss Philip, I would like to ask first, if you want to learn oil painting, do you need to learn sketching and stick figure or something?" If so, then I chose oil painting as my artistic hobby......"

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