Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 178 Golden Idea
Subtitle of this chapter: Keep slapping people in the face!
"Family Entertainment Center..."
Yuan Yan briefly described the appearance of a later-generation recorder, and finally asked in a clear voice, "Gentlemen, what do you think of my idea?"
Old Edison naturally remained silent, and young Edison certainly didn't feel comfortable opening his mouth to praise.
However, the Bakers, a pair of laymen, could see through everything, so Mr. Baker nodded with a smile on his face to express his appreciation, and Mr. Baker Jr. simply stood up and applauded, saying, "Neo, I really didn't realize you were so knowledgeable about high-tech knowledge!"
Hey, what kind of high-tech is this? In a hundred years, I can still use long-range wireless equipment to test coded instruction sequences with humans thousands of miles away, and even find suitable targets to exchange genetic information with each other.
Well, to be able to talk about mobile games and hooking up in such a refreshing and "scientific " way does require some "high-tech knowledge".
So our Master Yuan said sincerely without any complacency: "Louis, this is nothing. These ideas have been in my mind. When I encounter the right opportunity... such as the opportunity in front of me, they will pop out by themselves."
Watson was moved by his modest spirit and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Neo, you are so humble!"
Of course, "Yuan Holmes" didn't want to be as arrogant as Sherlock Holmes. He said more modestly: "Louis, you are too kind!"
"No, Neo. I really don't mean that as a compliment. I really mean it."
"No, Louis. I'm really not being modest but..."
The great inventor couldn't stand such corny flattery, especially when it wasn't the right time to flatter him. He couldn't help but cough heavily and asked, "Mr. Yuan, what is the second method?"
"Oh..." Yuan Yanshu stretched out her middle finger and index finger together to make a "2" gesture and said easily: "The second method is to put all the parts on a car and make it a car radio."
"In the car?!" This surprised Louis Baker, a layman. He was speechless and asked, "How can I put it in? Even if I can put it in, can I drive the car?"
Mr. Baker was right. Today's tube radios are large and heavy, and cars have relatively low horsepower, so they can neither fit nor pull them.
In the original timeline, cars with radios didn’t appear until 10 years later, in 1930. But by 1940, one in four cars had a radio.
"Louis, you are wrong. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in science and inventors like Mr. Edison." Our Master Yuan shook his head and said, "I believe that one day the radio will be small enough to be installed in a car, for example, using..."
"Pika Pika Pika Pika..."
"Thank you, Master Ball. If it weren't for you, I would have almost said transistor."
Everyone saw him pause, swallow his saliva and say: "For example, use a smaller electron tube. Is that right, Mr. Edison?"
Edison and his son looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
Old Edison said in a hoarse voice: "It is indeed possible, but..."
"But you misunderstood me." Yuan Yan suddenly said, "Gentlemen, I didn't want to make a miniature radio that can be placed in a car in one step..."
"I just think at this stage we can fit all the radio parts on one truck."
"On the truck..." This time it was Theodore Edison's turn to ask, "What's the use of that?"
Our Master Yuan said as a matter of course: "Of course it will be useful. We can drive trucks to the streets and play for free to New York... Of course, in the future, it will be played to residents of other cities. We can also drive trucks to those small cities, towns and villages to deliver our voices to the people there."
“Free play?!”
“Free streaming… this is a really, really great idea!”
The applause this time came from Mr. George Baker. As a successful businessman, he naturally knew the importance of promotion, and this promotion method was indeed "very, very good."
Imagine how many listeners these trucks with radios parked near residential areas would attract. Don’t forget that at this time, radio was still a very niche and not cheap hobby, and ordinary people only heard about it but never experienced it themselves.
This method was indeed one of the methods used by various radio stations for promotion in the future.
Old Mr. Baker turned to the great inventor and said, "Thomas, you have to admit that your $100,000 is really worth it. You bought... well, four great ideas."
Yes, there were four great ideas: a tabletop radio, a phonograph radio, a car radio and a radio truck.
In fact, without his reminder, Thomas Edison, the great inventor, also understood the value of Yuan Yanshu's words. As long as these four patents were successfully registered, the profits they could bring him would be more than just a "mere" 100,000 US dollars.
It's a very simple math problem. An ordinary phonograph is now priced at around one hundred US dollars. There must be a profit margin of one tenth. Then, of course, the same type of "desktop" radio can also be sold at this price. As long as 10,000 radios are sold, won't the profit be recovered?
In such a big market like America, only 10,000 radios are just a drop in the ocean.
Compared with such huge profits, what does a little bit of my face mean?
Of course, although Mr. Edison thought this was a very good deal, his expression was still not very good. After all, in all these years, he had never met anyone who offended him in public like this Chinese.
But gentlemen always admit defeat, especially in front of the " Wall Street Miracle". He gave the two checks to his youngest son and asked him to deliver them to Master Yuan.
Yuan Yan suddenly saw the great inventor's ugly face and felt very unhappy. Although he had many similar "golden ideas". It was useless to keep them in his mind. It would be better to exchange them for some US dollars. But this time it was really sold at a low price.
If he really put some thought into it, these two "golden ideas" would be worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. And this old guy took such a big advantage and even gave me a cold look, as if I took advantage of him.
How can this be tolerated?!
He rolled his eyes and an idea came to his mind...
Master Yuan walked up to George Baker again and asked, "Mr. Baker, could you do me a favor?"
"Oh, what's the favor?"
He handed over a check with both hands and said very sincerely: "I would like you to transfer this fifty thousand dollars to..."
"Mr. Nikola Tesla! Just say that this is Mr. Edison paying off his old debt..."
“Bang!”
"Father, what's wrong with you?!"
