Halfway through the meal, a man sat opposite Zhang Lang with a dinner plate.
He looks to be in his thirties, wearing glasses, and is a polite white man.
"This gentleman..."
The man with glasses smiled and said, "Are you alone?"
Zhang Lang looked at him: "Who are you?"
"My name is John, and I'm an electronics engineer!"
The man looked at Zhang Lang with a smile:
"At first glance, you look like a wealthy gentleman from the East. Are you taking the Olympus this time to go to the rich southern continent to pan for gold?"
Zhang Lang was not interested in a familiar guy, but he was afraid that he had some connection with the main plot, so he responded: "That's right..."
"really!"
John said with some excitement:
"But I think there is absolutely no need for a far-sighted gentleman like you to invest precious money in tobacco and plantations that have no profit to speak of..."
"The cake in those fields has basically been divided up. We are lucky to be able to protect our capital with a small investment like ours..."
To attract investment?
Zhang Lang looked at him: "Do you have a good idea?"
As soon as he heard that Zhang Lang was interested, John immediately became excited:
"To be honest, I am not only an engineer, but also an inventor...I now have a project with a very promising future!"
As he spoke, the guy spread out a drawing on which was drawn a strange square box with an approximately spherical glass in the middle:
"I call this a magic box! Even though it's small, as long as it can receive wireless signals, it can play dynamic images... You must have seen the movie. Just imagine, if you have such a thing at home, it will By connecting the power supply and antenna, you can watch movies at home without leaving home. What a magical experience it will be?"
After listening to his introduction, Zhang Lang was a little stunned, and Xu in his heart was already laughing:
"Isn't this just a television? You actually met the inventor of television in this world!"
Having experienced so many worlds, Zhang Lang has already gained some experience, although some worlds look completely different in style, with completely different civilizations and environments. But some worlds have similar backgrounds and worldviews, and may even have had exactly the same history before a certain period!
Xu's explanation for this point is that in fact, most worlds can be regarded as parallel worlds, but due to differences or coincidences at a certain moment in history, they branched off in different directions.
Some differences have arisen since ancient times, and naturally problems arise from cultural roots;
In some worlds, the divisions between them may only have happened in the past few decades, and the history and culture are similar.
Coupled with the convergence of scientific and technological progress and cultural development, a certain invention often becomes ubiquitous in many worlds.
To put it simply, it includes swords, guns, swords, halberds, carriages and boats; to put it more complicated, it includes aircraft, cannons, trains, ships, and even electronic information technology.
And television is naturally such an invention that will become ubiquitous once the technological level is sufficient!
However, there was no such thing in Zhang Lang's hometown. The first time he saw it in the mission world, he felt it was very strange. Now that he saw the inventor, he felt even more strange.
You know, because of the theory of parallel worlds, there may be TV sets in countless worlds, all with the same inventor, that is, the man with glasses in front of him, who is eager to attract investment!
After John said his idea, he waited for Zhang Lang's evaluation. Unexpectedly, the other party just stared at the drawings, seeming a little distracted.
John thought the other party thought it was too dreamy, so he hurriedly continued:
"The principle is actually very simple, which is to use radio waves to transmit images."
"Have you ever heard of radio? When one radio station transmits a signal, all radios in the city can listen to it simultaneously! Since radio can transmit sounds, why can't it transmit images?"
John moved forward and said, "My experiment has achieved initial success! It's just that it is limited by funds and it is difficult to continue..."
"As long as you are willing to invest, I can share this patent with you. In the future, this magical box will enter thousands of households, and we will become the richest people in the world!"
"Come on!"
At this time, a yellow man with braids came over and looked at Zhang Lang:
"Friend, this great inventor has found at least five investors today, and no one is optimistic about his project!"
"You..." John looked a little angry: "Why are you so nosy!"
"I can't bear to see my compatriots being cheated!"
The braided man looked at him: "Besides, if your project is really reliable, you should go to the first class to find the real rich people!"
As he said that, the braided man turned to Zhang Lang and clasped his fists:
"I am Huang Mingfei, originally from Jiangdong Province, and now studying in the Western Galances Empire!"
Zhang Lang had never seen such a weird hairstyle with long braids.
After careful observation, I didn't see weapons or other things that didn't match the era. It didn't look like a reincarnation.
Moreover, for this kind of mission with a Western background, reincarnations with Western faces usually come. Orientals should be indigenous people.
After looking at it for a few times, Zhang Lang also clasped his fists and announced his home address:
"Zhang Lang, Anning Town!"
When John saw the attitude of the two fellow villagers meeting their fellow countrymen, he turned around and left without asking for trouble.
"Anning Town? Which province is it in?"
Huang Mingfei sat opposite Zhang Lang:
"Brother, your accent sounds like a northerner?"
The system in Zhang Lang's hometown is different from that of this world, and the place names are also completely different. Talking more will only cause more trouble, so he changed the subject:
"If you have money, you can choose to invest in that magical box. This project has great prospects!"
"You actually believed his lies?" Huang Mingfei laughed and said, "Using radio to transmit images? It's simply a fantasy."
Zhang Lang shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and skewered a meatball with his fork. The soup splashed out and sprinkled on the brim of his hat.
Zhang Lang took off his hat and wiped it with a napkin. Only then did Huang Mingfei notice Zhang Lang's hair, with a surprised look on his face:
"You... don't have braids? Are you not from my country, Dajin?"
Is this hairstyle now mandatory in Eastern countries?
Zhang Lang frowned: "My ancestors left home and settled overseas long ago..."
"That's it!" Huang Mingfei nodded:
"Now that our country, Kim Jong-un, is in dire straits and our survival is at stake, Brother Zhang, as an overseas Chinese, does he have any intention of returning to his country to serve his country?"
Survival or death?
Zhang Lang thought of his hometown. The Lu State in the East was also a first-class power in the world. Why was the Dajin in Huang Mingfei's mouth so unsatisfactory?
While he was talking, a radio suddenly sounded on the ship.
"Dear passengers, I'm sorry, we have just received a distress signal from the south. In the spirit of international humanitarianism, our Olympus will temporarily change its route and go to the rescue. The voyage may be delayed. We apologize for any inconvenience caused to you!"
