Chapter 2 Ballpoint Pen

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

  "Mr. Roger, what do you think?" Yan Guang asked with some tension from across the table.

  Now he is really penniless, almost all the money on him has been invested in ballpoint pens, if they can't be sold out quickly, he may have to sleep on the streets.

  Old-timer Roger, of course, couldn't miss the expression on Yan Guang's face. As a businessman, he should have taken this opportunity to lower the price, but thinking about the company that had been pressing down on his head for over ten years, and those people below who were also eyeing him covetously...

  "Never mind, such a good thing, even if we don't want it, I'm afraid others will rush to get it..." Shaking his head, Roger finally gave up the idea of lowering it. "It's really a great thing, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine that it was invented by a Chinese person."

  "This wasn't even invented by me." Yan Guang curled his lip in his heart. "Then how much are you prepared to pay for it?"

  Before coming, he had already inquired about several stationery manufacturers in San Francisco. This time, he came specifically for this company that has always been the second-best. Now it seems that the effect is not bad, and this second-best company obviously still hasn't given up on its ambition to become the best.

  "Let's not talk about the price for now, I'd like to ask you about the condition you just mentioned." Rubbing his temples, Roger looked seriously at the yellow-skinned person in front of him. "You want to retain the right to produce this pen in China, is that correct?"

  "Of course." Yan Guang nodded. "In the future when I return to China and open a factory, I certainly don't want to have to pay fees for something I invented myself."

  "Alright, I'm willing to offer $500,000 for your patent, with the condition that you retain the rights to produce in China as we discussed. What do you think?" Roger said with a smile. "I believe you've also researched our company before coming here, otherwise you wouldn't have approached us first."

  "$50,000?" Yan Guang mentally converted it and found that $50,000 was equivalent to about 150,000 to 160,000 silver dollars during this period, or even more. Moreover, during this period, one silver dollar could buy 30 kilograms of rice or 8 kilograms of pork, which is equivalent to around 6-70 yuan in 2007. So $50,000 was indeed not a small amount.

  Yan Guang understood that the price offered by this middle-aged man in front of him was very reasonable, especially since they were eager to become the number one psychological consultant in San Francisco. The price might even be higher than what other companies would offer, so he didn't haggle and simply agreed. "Deal!"

  Upon hearing Yan Guang's agreement, Roger directly drafted a contract and signed his name before handing it over to Yan Guang.

  Yan Guang carefully reviewed it and found that there were no pitfalls that would harm himself, so he also signed his name.

  After waiting for over thirty minutes, Roger's male secretary brought $50,000 in cash from the bank. Yan Guang and Roger shook hands before leaving the company called "Haimite".

  "Boss, is this pen really worth $50,000?" The male secretary asked curiously after taking a glance at the very ordinary ballpoint pen in Roger's hand.

  "Of course, would I still make a losing deal?" Roger sneered with a smile after putting the contract into the safe.

  According to true history, after the ballpoint pen was listed, it sold 10,000 units in the first time, and each unit price was ten dollars.

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  Thinking of the $50,000 in the suitcase, thinking that just a while ago he almost ended up sleeping on the streets, fate is really hard to grasp.

  "Let's go eat first, then find a house. The hotel room is nice but too small. I still have to work on many things in the future, and if I accidentally blow up the hotel..."

  "Ding ding!!!" Just as Yan Guang was thinking about things in his heart, a loud and piercing horn sound suddenly came from nearby.

  Although he had been in this world for a while, his instincts from his previous life still made him subconsciously dodge to one side.

  "Is this one of the earliest cars?" Curiosity about the car had momentarily eclipsed his anger at almost being run over, but Jian Guang soon flared up again.

  "Damn yellow monkey, can't you watch where you're going?" The white driver, who appeared to be much taller than Yan Guang at over 1.8 meters, cursed loudly before speeding away without waiting for a response.

  "Damn it!" Only after the car drove away did Yan Guang react, giving the driver the middle finger. This was his first encounter with a racist, but he didn't take it to heart. After all, every country has its own losers, and Yan Guang just thought he was unlucky enough to run into one.

  However, it wasn't until Yan Guang walked into a restaurant that looked pretty good to eat, but was kicked out by the waiter on the grounds of customer protest, that he realized that as a yellow-skinned person in America, he was indeed an alien.

  It wasn't until now that Yan Guang noticed that when people on the street saw him, there was indeed something strange in their eyes, he just hadn't realized it before.

  "Racial discrimination, huh..." Yan Guang smiled wryly. "To think that during this period, some states in the US didn't even allow blacks to attend school?" To be precise, all states' schools did not allow it.

  Yan Guang should also thank the owner of this body, who had cut off his braid before coming to America. Now with a short haircut, he doesn't look too out of place; otherwise, people around him would have more than just strange expressions.

  He smiled wryly, but Yan Guang soon found a house for rent. Although the location was a bit remote, the space was large and the price was reasonable. Afterwards, Yan Guang returned to the hotel, cancelled his original room, then went to the store to buy some bread, and after returning home, he had already moved into his new home.

  In the following months, Jing Guang managed to come up with over a hundred things, almost one per day.

  Although they were all small things, Yan Guang still got the title of "Invention King", and even in New York on the other side of the United States, people knew that there was a Chinese Invention King named Yan Guang in San Francisco. Many local Chinese organizations had invited Yan Guang, which also made Yan Guang create his last invention in the United States in the fifth month after he came to this world - MSG (Monosodium Glutamate).

  At this time, Yan Guang's worth had exceeded $900,000, equivalent to over 2 million, nearly 3 million silver dollars. Although he couldn't be compared with those big sharks, in San Francisco, he was considered a rich man.

  Just as many San Francisco people, especially Chinese in San Francisco, were waiting for Yan Guang to come up with new inventions and see if he could surpass Edison, they didn't know that Yan Guang, a Chinese who almost set a record of one invention per day, had emptied everything in his brain at this time. It was then that Yan Guang saw a newspaper, a newspaper about rubber.