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Volume 1 New York Story Chapter 14 Compassion

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    Update time: 2012-06-07

    When Wang Geng left the General Electric Company on Fifth Avenue in New York, he had in his pocket a cash check of $50,000 signed by Thomas Edison. Of course, there was also an invention patent with Wang Geng and Edison as the contracting parties.  Transfer Agreement.

    The piece of paper Wang Geng scribbled on in the ward, and the agreement in duplicate, would later become the top secret in General Electric's safe. Of course, Edison and General Electric would gain from the invention of this torpedo mechanism in the future.  Much more than Wang Geng.

    But his mind was not on accompanying Edison to invent. In fact, after Edison saw Wang Geng¡¯s design sketch, his first reaction was not to buy the invention patent for the torpedo mechanism, but to buy Wang Geng.  !  The price is unprecedented, giving 5% of General Electric's shares directly, plus US$10,000 in cash, and the weekly salary is as high as US$100!

    The only condition is that Wang Geng must stay at GE Laboratories!

    Damn, I¡¯m kidding. I came here in 1917 and didn¡¯t have the time to spend all day hanging out in the laboratory with your gamers. An invention madman like Edison was actually lackluster and uninteresting in his life and work, and the old man had a capitalist streak.  There are actually quite a few bad habits.

    For example, the old man passed up a $50,000 reward from Nix Tesla for an improved DC generator, and even refused his request to increase his weekly salary from $15 to $23, forcing Tesla to leave.

    ?? 5% of General Electric¡¯s shares are nothing. I want to be in one country, and a mere 5% of a US commercial company¡¯s shares are nothing to Wang Geng. If you want to get it, you need to control it, or you can simply sell it out.

    Of course, in the agreement signed by Wang Geng and Edison, confidentiality and exclusivity clauses became the focus of Edison's emphasis. If it weren't for the fact that the evening edition of the New York Times on the day Charles found it contained Wang Geng's heroic life-saving deeds and an exclusive interview at the press conference.  , if it weren¡¯t for the fact that in the photo, this guy is holding up the certificate and medal of an honorary citizen of New York with a smile on his face and holding the mayor¡¯s hand tightly.

    Edison may not be able to sign this check. Of course, in addition to the $50,000 check, Wang Geng also sent a sketch of the design of the periscope on the submarine. This was drawn and explained in front of the old Edison.  At this point, old Edison was convinced that the Chinese young man in front of him had many things in his mind that others could not think of!

    Although Charles Jr. was stunned and unwilling to be blackmailed out of 50,000 US dollars by a Chinese, the old Edison was thinking that this was an opportunity to catch a big fish in the long run. If he encountered difficulties again in the future,  But with the friendship with Wang Geng left here, and this invention can only solve the problem of torpedo misfire, how can the potential value be exchanged for 50,000 US dollars?

    When Wang Geng left, he didn¡¯t forget to ask Charles for some change to call a taxi. The guy thought to himself that you and your son had taken advantage of me so much, so what does the fare of RMB 80 cents count?

    After Charles figured it out, he was very generous. He pretended to be cool and slapped a 20-dollar note into Wang Geng's hand. He thought to himself that Dad spent 50,000 US dollars like this. If I was so stingy, I lost it.  own face.

    Wang Geng smiled and waved goodbye to this guy. Edison's eyes looking at this guy from the window upstairs were still so enthusiastic and regretful. If GM could keep this young man, who knows how many undiscovered treasures he still has in his head.  Let me dig it out, hey.  .  .  What a loss.  .  .  I should have given him 10% of the shares just now!

    Of course, Wang Geng did not completely reject the olive branch extended by Edison. Before going downstairs, the man chatted with the old man and talked about some things about radio. Edison's eyes lit up when he heard that. Wang Geng said that if universal  Electric had the idea of ????further development in radio, and he was personally willing to invest in technology and inventions to become part of the future General Radio Company.

    But at the end, this fellow said that everything should wait until he has a clear picture of domestic affairs. Whether making money or progressing in science and technology, it is not more important than saving world peace and building the country.

    In fact, Edison was really the inventor of radio, but Marconi applied for a patent in advance. For Wang Geng, the sooner the shortwave radio came out, the better. When the war started, he would be directly assigned to the company level, which would not be better than raising the troops.  How much better is the wired phone that was blown up all day long?

    Thinking that we are in an era where there are no radio stations yet, Wang Geng feels that the lack of media and information is driving people crazy. Well, in the previous life, the first radio station in the world had to wait until 1920 to be born in Pittsburgh, USA. Wang Geng said  When I left, I was thinking about the feasibility of setting up a radio station after returning to China.

    Fifth Avenue in New York is located in the center of Manhattan, almost on the center line of Manhattan Island. It was late at night, and the lights on the street were dim and few people could be seen. After Wang Geng went out, he didn't meet a taxi for a while, so he walked along  fifth avenueWalking back, not far ahead is the dark Central Park of New York.

    The night in February was windy and cold, and under the dim lights not far from the park entrance, I could faintly see a stall selling sausages and hot dogs. This made the carnivore-born special forces ace in his previous life a little excited, and he couldn't help but speed up.  steps.

    There were a few people surrounding the stall, and judging from the situation, most of them were street wanderers. Obviously, hot dogs costing 30 cents a piece and grilled sausages costing 20 cents each were a bit unimaginable luxury for them. A few people were dressed in blue.  The guy was just warming himself up by the fire in the stall.

    As soon as Wang Geng, a guy wearing a windbreaker and a top hat, walked over, he attracted everyone's attention. When they saw that he was a handsome Chinese guy with yellow skin and black hair, everyone's eyes were even more surprised. Obviously, New York in 1917 was not  A Chinese paradise.

    New York's Central Park is mostly a place for street vagrants and homeless people to stay at night, and the security situation in all aspects has always been poor. For those who have no food and clothing, they spend the night on a park bench wrapped in thick newspapers.  For the people at the bottom, it is really bold for a Chinese young man who looks like a gentleman to come here alone at such a late hour!

    How could Wang Geng take these mean-looking homeless people seriously? There are 40 million compatriots in China alone waiting for him to save them. These homeless people in New York, USA, are the responsibility of the 38-year-old mayor of New York.  It has nothing to do with him.

    Speaking of which, the Brooklyn Bridge was so high that Wang Geng had to weigh it before he jumped again to save others. The Huns were not destroyed, so why did he jump lightly?  Is a little girl who fell into the water important?  Or is China as a whole important?  Anyway, he felt that it was understandable to jump from such a height to seek death, but it was quite irrational to jump to save others.

    ¡°Boss, please bring two hot dogs and three sausages! Put more onions and salad dressing!¡± Wang Geng pointed to the grill and said.

    The vendor who set up the stall was an old man, who looked like he was a person of color, but he didn¡¯t know whether he was of Mexican or South American origin. He didn¡¯t gasp after hearing Wang Geng¡¯s words, but his hands and feet were flipping the bread and sausages quickly, and the melted fat dripped onto the stall.  A burst of fragrant oil smoke emitted from the charcoal fire.

    The few homeless people who were cooking on the fire couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Wang Geng looked around and saw that there were four or five homeless people in the cold wind. They were tall and low, and their faces could not be seen clearly. They were not young, and they were all skinny.  Dirty.

    The cold wind blew up a worn-out newspaper that was spinning on the ground. A homeless man with sharp eyes saw that the young man holding hands with the mayor on the front page looked very similar to the man in the trench coat in front of him. He hurriedly picked it up and found several heads.  They gathered together and muttered for a while.

    A bolder guy pointed at Wang Geng¡¯s photo in the newspaper, smiled and leaned towards Wang Geng, muttering something he didn¡¯t know what he was talking about. He was obviously not speaking English!

    Wang Geng glanced at the other party and guessed that the other party meant to praise him for his greatness and being in the newspaper. The implication was that he should treat himself to a treat and give a few change to the homeless people at the entrance of the park to eat a piece of meat or sausage.

    Wang Geng wasn't such a cold person, but he didn't really have any change around him. But after all, he couldn't bear to see those people shivering in the cold wind, so he looked at the number of intestines and bread in the basket next to the hot dog stall.  .

    This guy had a compassionate heart all his life, so he said to the boss, "I didn't bring much change. Boss, how many hot dogs and sausages do you still have? Why don't you just bake them all and give them one each, and I'll pack up the rest."  Come on, I¡¯ll treat you tonight!¡±
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