Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 74 The Failed Alchemist

“Hasn’t it been sold today?”

The wife looked at Dr. Fabrice, who had a tired face. The big box in his hands looked exactly the same as when he left home in the morning.

Although I already know the answer, I still ask out of habit, hoping that there might be good news.

Dr. Fabrique said embarrassedly: "Baron Bain thinks this thing is pretty good. The Lied Chamber of Commerce asked me to take it over for a look tomorrow. The Expo isn't over yet, right? Even if it's over..."

"Let's eat first. I'll go heat up the food." Dr. Fabrice's wife interrupted.

"Okay." He was deflated.

He took off his coat and hung it on the wall, then gently placed his suitcase next to the cabinet.

That was his only hope of changing his life.

"Are the children asleep?"

"Not yet. I'm lying on the bed. I must wait for you to come back before I go to sleep."

Dr. Fabrique forced a smile, crossed the small room, and came to the bedroom door.

"Aw! The big warg is coming to eat the little ones who don't sleep!"

"Haha, don't let the bad wolf in." Children's laughter came from the house.

"Wow! A small wooden door, don't think it can stop the wolf's claws."

"Ah! Brother, come and block the door."

"Ouch——"

"Ah, the city gate can't hold out any longer."

"The moonlight gives me strength!"

The bedroom door was pushed open all of a sudden, and the doctor grabbed the door handle and slowed down to prevent the door from bouncing open quickly.

"Run, the bad wolf is coming!"

The sister grabbed her brother, jumped onto the bed, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

"There's no point hiding. The Warg can smell you. In the closet? No. Under the table? No..."

Dr. Fabrice crouched down, stood on tiptoe, and pretended to be really sniffing.

The quilt on the bed opened up a gap, facing him.

"Ha! I know, it must be in this quilt!"

The quilt on the bed shook twice.

"I got you!" Dr. Fabrice pretended to pounce on him.

"It's a trap!"

The brother and sister threw the quilt at their father.

"Look at the sledgehammer!" The two children picked up pillows and smashed them at Dr. Fabrice, who was covered in a quilt.

"Ah! We've been caught!"

The sound of laughter filled the small bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Fabrique tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door gently, fearing to make any noise.

Come to the dinner table.

"The child is asleep."

"Sleep."

The dinner was not sumptuous, with just black bread, cheap sauce, some pickles, and bland soup. It had been a long time since we had any meat at home.

The kerosene lamp flickered.

"It's time for the children to go to school." The wife broke the silence.

Dr. Fabrice paused with his hand holding the spoon, lowered his head, and said, "I know." Then he continued to drink the watery soup spoon by spoon.

“I found a job in a textile factory.”

Dr. Fabrice looked up in surprise. "What about the children?"

“I’ve taught them to take care of themselves.”

"I……"

Dr. Fabrique instinctively wanted to refute, but suddenly found that he was not qualified to say anything.

He clenched the brown bread tightly in his hand, and rough crumbs fell onto the plate.

"I'll go work in the alchemy workshop." He dipped the crumbs from the plate into the bread and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by my relatives and friends anymore."

“Dignity cannot be eaten.”

"We don't sell kinescopes anymore."

"I'm not selling it anymore." When Fabrik said this, he was like a deflated ball.

"Don't you have a junior who has made a name for himself in the Drogo Group? Ask him to take a look. Maybe he can help you find a suitable buyer."

"Which junior?"

"Yunuo, Yuno Stone, he used to come to our house for dinner. He should be making at least ten silver coins a month now."

"He is a genius and doesn't think highly of my little gadgets," Dr. Fabrique said self-deprecatingly. "I won't sell them. I'll just keep them as a souvenir."

After that, he put away the bowls and washed them clean in the bucket. He stayed awake all night.

Dr. Fabrique stared into the darkness, which seemed to have weight and made him breathless.

He is a failed PhD.

I was admitted to study alchemy, but later I found that I couldn’t distinguish similar colors and had difficulty identifying many materials.

He thought about changing his major, but changing majors required being at the top of the department, and he couldn't even recognize many materials.

Finally, relying on my theoretical scores, I studied step by step and became a graduate student and then a doctor.

He thought that the best outcome for him was to stay in the college and teach, but talent was a hurdle he could never cross.

Although he was the most hardworking among his classmates, he still had to delay graduation for six years, and it was only with the leniency of his supervisor that he was able to obtain his doctorate degree.

Because of his poor resume and physical defects, it was almost impossible to find a decent alchemy job in Twin Towers City.

He was 35 years old that year and made a living by doing odd jobs. If it weren't for the house left by his parents, it would have been difficult for him to survive in Shuangta City.

In the same year, Yuno, who was ten years younger than him, had already designed the prototype of a camera system.

He concluded at that time that the boy would be able to succeed.

Inspired by Yuno, he planned to design an alchemical device specifically for projecting video.

When he finished, "The Journey to the Holy Mountain" was released.

The effect far exceeds his work.

The black and white, small-area, low-resolution cathode ray tube and screen with a frequency of only 50 looked like a joke in front of the magic shadow projected by the illusion.

At daybreak, when his wife and children were still asleep, he got up, washed, and went to the alchemy workshop early to apply for a job.

When he reached the door, he somehow saw the suitcase next to the cabinet.

That was his only achievement.

Instead of going to the alchemy workshop, he carried the box and came to the outside of Drogo's Apothecary.

I heard Yuno's laboratory is also here.

He squatted on the side of the street and waited until the familiar figure appeared on a bicycle.

He stretched his legs that were numb from squatting, and repeatedly prepared himself mentally, and finally spoke when Yuno was about to pass by.

"Yuuno-san!"

"Senior Fabrice!" Yuno was very surprised to see the man on the street. When he was a poor man, he was taken care of by the senior, but he hadn't heard from him recently.

"I, I'll please, please..."

"Let me treat you to a meal. There's a meatball noodle shop nearby. It's really delicious. If I could drink before work, I would definitely have a drink with you."

Yuno's enthusiasm made Dr. Fabrice very uncomfortable. It had been a long time since anyone had been so enthusiastic towards him.

In the noodle shop, Yuno noticed that the senior was hesitating and always wanted to say something.

He was familiar with this look. The senior had always been shy and couldn't open his mouth for a long time when he needed help from others.

Glancing over, I spotted the box that had been sitting at my feet.

"Senior, have you invented anything good recently?"

"It's not a good thing, just a little gadget."

Dr. Fabric wiped the sweat off his face and opened his suitcase.

In the black and white screen, a short video of Toto's yo-yo teaching was playing.

After watching for a few minutes, Yuno's expression became serious.

“Has the patent been registered?”

"not yet."

"Then come with me first, and I'll go register the patent later."

"Where are you going? The meal is still…"

"Don't worry about the meal. There will be plenty of opportunities to eat later."

Half an hour later, a small screen of only 12 inches was placed in front of Drogo.

Drogo watched it carefully several times. Of course, he was not watching Toto's yo-yo short film, but watching how this thing worked.

"how much is it?"

"Ah?" Dr. Fabric didn't react immediately, his fingers still nervously rubbing the handle of the box.

"The price!" Yuno quickly pushed him.

"One... fifty silver coins," said Dr. Fabrique, anxious to pay the tuition, "in full."

“It might be difficult to pay it all at once.”

"I really can't afford it..."

"How about fifty silver coins a month?"

"Ah?" Dr. Fabrice was shocked again. This time it was not that he failed to react, but that he thought he was hallucinating.

"What? Welcome to join the Drogo Group. Of course, you don't have to agree..."

"agree!"

This sentence was spoken very loudly, as if shouting out many years that had passed.

(End of this chapter)