America 1869: A Doppelganger Every Day

The invention of the light bulb marked the beginning of the Second Industrial Revolution.

If it started with someone of Asian descent like myself, there would be absolutely no way these white people would accept it.

Therefore, Li Changsheng temporarily abandoned the research on light bulbs and let his clones try it out first.

He then discovered that modern fountain pens actually need to be dipped in ink to write.

In his previous life, when he was young, he used a lot of fountain pens. Even after a fountain pen broke, he would combine several of them to make a new one. So he knew the structure of a fountain pen very well.

As his memory became clearer, he learned more and more about the pen.

So after he had the money, he bought materials and began making fountain pens.

Now the first pen is finally finished.

However, Li Changsheng did not intend to make much money from this pen.

Instead, it summoned a new clone.

"Once we go together to register the patent for this pen, it will be yours."

The clone nodded.

"I understand, Lee. I will announce that I bought the patent for $10."

"At the same time, we also promised to leave you 1% of all the money we make from selling pens."

Now that Li Changsheng had money, he didn't care about the cost of maintaining the patent. He quickly paid the patent fee, completed the patent registration, and obtained the patent certificate.

He then handed the drafted contract to his clone, and only after completing all of this did he take his patent certificate to Edison.

At this time, Edison was researching his new patented double transmitter.

Edison had just had a flash of inspiration and was about to solve a problem when a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He wanted to maintain his inspiration and ignored the knocking, but the knocking grew louder and louder.

That last bit of inspiration was completely lost.

Edison walked out irritably, and his face darkened even more when he opened the door and saw Li Changsheng.

"Li, it's you! Tell me, what do you want with me?"

"Mr. Edison, didn't you say you'd let me know once I had a confirmed address? I've come to inform you in person. Isn't that sincere enough?"

Edison didn't want to get too involved with a person of Asian descent, especially one who was just a writer.

He had already inquired and found out that no newspaper wanted this book by a person of Asian descent, so to Edison, he was just an ordinary person of Asian descent.

If there's anything different about him, it's that he's different from other people of Asian descent; his hair isn't as long, he doesn't have those long braids.

After arriving in New York City, Li Changsheng cut off his long braid.

He even shaved his head completely, but it has gradually grown back over time, and it's now almost the same as his future buzz cut.

Li Changsheng didn't care about Edison's attitude at all.

He came to Edison not just to show off.

He wants to have a better life in this country; what he needs is fame and recognition.

At the same time, he must also adhere to a fundamental principle: to speak out for people of Asian descent and for the Chinese people.

Therefore, he needed to gain Edison's approval and break into the circle of these inventors.

Initially, he wanted to break into the cultural circle, but now he has changed his approach. Since the cultural circle won't accept him, he will enter the invention circle.

As long as one gains recognition, one's safety in this land is basically guaranteed.

If they continue to speak up for Asians, their own good days will begin.

So, seeing that Edison was getting impatient, he didn't leave. Instead, he smiled and took out his patent certificate and the contract he had signed with his clone.

"Mr. Edison."

"Besides letting you know my address, I have some good news to share."

"You and Mr. Lester both applied for your own patents before, and one of them sold for $4, while the other may have earned more by partnering with a large company."

"I just finished my first patent."

"And it was bought by someone for $10 plus a 1% commission."

Edison took the certificate and contract in a daze, and was struck dumbfounded.

Good guy!

My patent sold for 40,000, and you two are getting better and better, right?

I, Edison, have no pride?