Recalling the feeling of writing on paper with this "ballpoint pen" just now, Roger really couldn't imagine that this could actually be invented by a Chinese.

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

Now he is really shy, almost all the money on his body has been invested in ballpoint pens, if he can't sell it as soon as possible, I'm afraid he will really have to sleep on the streets.

Of course, the sophisticated Roger couldn't miss the expression on Yan Guang's face, as a businessman, he should have taken this opportunity to lower the price, but think 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 a good thing indeed, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine that it would have been invented by a Chinese. ”

"I didn't invent it in the first place." Yan Guang pouted inwardly. "And how much are you going to pay for it?"

Before he came, he had already inquired about several companies that produced stationery in San Francisco, and this time he came specifically for this company, which has always been the second in ten thousand years. Now it seems that the effect is not bad, and the second child has obviously not given up the idea of being the boss.

"Let's not mention the price first, I still want to ask about the conditions you just proposed." Rubbing his head, Roger looked at the yellow man in front of him seriously. "You want to keep the right to produce this pen in China, don't you?"

"Of course." Yan Guang nodded. "In the future, when I go back to China to open a factory, I don't want to have to pay for what I invented."

"Well, I'm willing to pay $50,000 for your patent, and the conditions allow you to keep the right to produce in China, as you said?" Roger smiled as he spoke. "I'm sure you also learned about our company before you came, otherwise you wouldn't have been the first to find us."

"Fifty thousand dollars?" Yan Guang calculated in his heart that fifty thousand dollars in this period was probably equivalent to one hundred or sixty thousand silver dollars, and there might even be more. And during this period, a silver dollar can buy 30 catties of rice or 8 catties of pork, which is equivalent to 6 or 70 yuan in 07, so 50,000 US dollars is indeed not less.

Yan Guang understood that the price given by the middle-aged man in front of him was very reasonable, especially their eagerness to become the number one in San Francisco, and the price might even be more than that given by other companies, so he didn't bargain and said directly. "That's the deal!"

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

Yan Guang checked it carefully, and found that there were no traps on it, and he also signed his name.

After waiting for more than 30 minutes, Roger's male secretary took out $50,000 in cash from the bank, and Yan Guang shook hands with Roger and left the company called "Hemmt".

"Boss, is this pen really worth $50,000?" Glancing at the very simple ballpoint pen in Roger's hand, the male secretary asked curiously.

"Of course, am I going to trade at a loss?" After placing the contract in the safe, Roger scolded with a smile.

According to real history, 10,000 ballpoint pens were sold for the first time after they were released, and each one cost ten dollars.

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Thinking about the $50,000 in a suitcase, thinking about the fact that I almost almost slept on the streets some time ago, fate is such an elusive thing.

"Let's go have a meal first, and then find a house, although the hotel room is good, but it's too small, and I have to make a lot of things in the next time, in case I accidentally blow up the hotel..."

"Didi !!" Just as Yan Guang was thinking about things, a shrill horn suddenly sounded nearby.

Although he had been in this world for a while, the instinctive reaction he had cultivated in his previous life still made him subconsciously flash to the side.

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

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, don't you know how to read the road?" Although Yan Guang's height of more than 1.8 meters looked much taller than himself, the white man who seemed to be the driver still scolded, and then walked away without waiting for Yan Guang to react.

"Holy!" Yan Guang, who waited until the car drove away, gave a middle finger to 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 only thought that he was unlucky to run into one.

But when Yan Guang walked into a restaurant that looked good, but was kicked out by the waiter on the grounds of customer protests, he realized that he was really an outlier in the United States as a yellow race...

It wasn't until this time that Yan Guang noticed that there was indeed something strange in the eyes of the people on the street when they saw him, but he hadn't noticed it in the past.

"Racism," Yan Guang smiled bitterly. Speaking of which, during this period, blacks were not even allowed to go to school in schools in some states in the United States, right? "Schools in all states are not allowed to do so.

Speaking of which, Yan Guang also wants to thank the owner of his body, he had cut off his braids before coming to the United States, and now his short hair is not outrageous, otherwise the people around him may not only have strange expressions.

smiled bitterly, but Yan Guang quickly found a house for rent, although the location is a little remote, there is a lot of space, and the price is reasonable. Yan Guang then returned to the hotel, returned his original room, and then went to the store to buy some bread, and when he returned to the house, he could be regarded as living in a new home.

In the following months, Yan Guang made a total of more than 100 things, almost one a day.

Although it was all some gadgets, Yan Guang still got the title of an invention king, and even in New York, on the other side of the United States, some people knew that there was a Chinese inventor named Yan Guang in San Francisco, and many local Chinese groups had invited Yan Guang, which also made Yan Guang come up with his last invention in the United States in the fifth month of coming to this world, MSG.

By this time, Yan Guang's worth had exceeded 900,000 US dollars, equivalent to more than 2 million or nearly 3 million silver dollars, although there was no way to compare with those predators, but he could be regarded as a rich man in San Francisco.

Just when many San Franciscans, especially San Francisco Chinese, were still waiting for Yan Guang to continue to make new inventions to see if he could surpass Edison, they did not know that Yan Guang, a Chinese who almost set a record of one invention a day, had already hollowed out all the things in his head at this time, that is, at this time Yan Guang saw a newspaper, a newspaper about rubber.