Memphis, the capital of Tennessee,

A classical, romantic, bustling and bleak capital, it is the hub of north-south transportation, a fusion of two different economic styles of industry and agriculture, is the largest cotton trading base in the United States, and the largest slave trading market in the whole of North America. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In less than 33 years, this short-lived city has grown at a shocking pace, rising from the bottom of the city rankings to the third place in the positive number three, and it is young, irritable, energetic and bloody.

The bustling streets were filled with the sounds of slave owners and buyers yelling at each other, scattered scraps of cotton were everywhere, sewage and mud streams dominated the pavement, and rancid and fishy noises took over the air.

From the first moment he entered the city, John unconsciously covered his mouth, and the smell of sweat, body odor, fox odor and horse manure rushed into his nostrils, causing people's heads to roar.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and the road surface gradually smoothed out and the air improved after bypassing the bustling slave trading market.

The sun was shining, and the couple had just left home and finally found their place to go before the sun went down after making countless rounds of the streets.

A wagon loaded with goods stopped in the narrow street.

John got out of the carriage and looked up at the inconspicuous little façade hidden in the middle of the city.

UnitedStatesPatentOffice！

U.S. Patent Office!

A few vague large characters indicate his identity, but the shabby exterior does not give it the status of a city equal to his identity.

John greeted Henry, let him see the car, straightened his appearance, took his cane, pushed open the glass door of the patent office, and walked in.

The scenery behind the gate was even more deserted than expected, with one or two unmanned tables, two or three unmanned chairs, an unmanned counter, and a trash can without garbage.

John shook his head slightly, his fingers pressed on the table, and a clear handprint appeared in the dust.

Seeing this, John shook his head again, wondering if he had come to the wrong place.

Although Memphis is a southern city, dominated by a plantation economy and underdeveloped industry, there is naturally nothing to innovate, but it is the first time I have seen such a deserted patent office.

John coughed, but no one responded,

He coughed vigorously, and the sound of squeezing echoed in the quiet cabin for a long time, and still no one responded.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

John was speechless, he didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on the first day he came out.

I couldn't find anyone here, so I had to ask the neighbors.

He turned and walked out, pushing open the glass door,

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the door opening behind him, and then a girl with a slightly green face pushed open the wooden door next to the cupboard and walked in.

"Are you looking for someone?" The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were large, the outer corners of her eyes were very long, and she had the feeling of a phoenix eye, but compared to the beautiful eyes, that face was too mediocre.

"Hey! Are you looking for someone! The girl was a little angry when she was looked at like this.

"I'm not looking for anyone!" John withdrew his gaze and said,

"And what are you doing here?"

Hearing this, John couldn't help but be stunned, his heart was confused for a while, and asked,

"Isn't this the patent office?"

"Yes!" The girl blinked, and gradually seemed to understand something, and said with a surprised face, "You must not have come to apply for a patent!" ”

John touched his nose and nodded helplessly, and the girl was slow to react.

The girl seemed to realize that she had inadvertently made a big joke, her cheeks suddenly turned red, she bowed slightly, and said "Wait a minute!" After that, he strode away.

It wasn't long before a stocky middle-aged white man with lenses around his neck pushed through the door of the patent office under the girl's push.

After entering the door, he first glanced at John up and down, and when he saw the Longines pocket watch exposed in his pocket, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked up, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile,

"I'm Ford Jackson, the head of this patent office, I don't know who you are ......"

"John Condon!"

John stretched out his right hand and shook it lightly on the weak wrist.

"John Condon!"

Ford muttered in a low voice, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, at this time, the daughter next to him suddenly pulled him, pointed to the guide, and made a strange gesture, and suddenly, the middle-aged man who began to get fat completely remembered, his eyes were wide, and he said with a shocked face,

"Aren't you the eldest young master of Condon Manor, the eldest son of Mr. Derek?"

John took off his hat and smiled, "Exactly!" ”

At this moment, the two of them were not calm at all, their eyes were wide and small, and they kept looking at John with strange eyes, as if he was some kind of magical lifeform.

A top student of the art department of the College of William & Mary, the cowardly young master of the Conton family when he was young.

In the past few days, as word of the plantation has spread, the name John Condon has become the four most commonly mentioned words in the tavern and at the dinner table.

After all, the fact that he did it was too horrified, killing his brother who was a werewolf, imprisoning his stepmother who had fornicated with a werewolf, and cutting off the head of the giant wolf and hanging it above the gate.

No one dares to do such a thing except a madman.

People even imagined John Condon's appearance for this reason, such as his eyes were dark, his body was majestic, his face was murderous, etc., but they never imagined that the protagonist who did these things was actually a gentle young man who was extremely handsome.

Ford stopped his daughter behind him and asked cautiously,

"I wonder what Mr. John is doing here?"

John shook his head helplessly, he finally knew the reason for the girl's sluggish personality, it turned out to be inherited from this fat man,

"Mr. Ford, I'm here to apply for a patent!" He said very seriously that he had other things to do, and he didn't have time to waste time on the father and daughter.

Hearing this, the short and fat middle-aged man suddenly sobered up, and his face couldn't help showing a trace of embarrassment, and he hurriedly ran to the counter, took out the application form from the drawer that had not been opened for a long time, and asked,

"I wonder what patent you want to apply for?"

"Cigarette machine!" John took out the sketch of the design he had prepared last night from his bosom, pointed to the carriage parked outside, and said,

"I've brought the sketches and the real thing, and if you want to see them, I can have someone assemble them."

Ford glanced outside, then shook his head, took out a form and handed it to John, saying,

"No assembly, you just need to fill out this form!"

John took the form, glanced at it slightly, and couldn't help but show doubt in his eyes, he remembered that the process of applying for a patent application was very cumbersome, and it had to go through layers of verification and checks, and even if it was passed, it would take a long time to be published, when did it become so simple.

This guy can't be a liar!

John put down the form, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but reveal a few cold rays.

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