America 1869: A Doppelganger Every Day

My starting capital was only 4 yuan.

Although Leicester had no start-up capital, his patents directly acquired shares in other companies, and he even gained absolute control of the bicycle factory.

It's easy to imagine that Leicester will become a very wealthy man in the future.

Edison initially thought that Lester was great, after all, he was also an American.

I'm definitely better than that Asian guy who can't even publish a book, right?

But he was proven wrong very quickly.

You can immediately tell that a pen researched by someone like that is a high-quality product.

The fountain pens I used before all required constant dipping in ink.

This new fountain pen solves the problem directly, and it's possible that in just a few years, fountain pens will become popular all over the world.

What a huge benefit that would be!

At least Edison understood that his current inventions could not generate such great profits.

He envied and was jealous, but it was all a fact now.

Fortunately, the other party had no money and sold the patent directly, and in the future, they can only receive 1% of the profits.

Otherwise, Edison was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Even if you make money from these pens, so what?

No matter how much money you transfer, Changsheng Li will only be able to get a portion of it.

You sold a golden hen that lays eggs for 10 yuan.

Thinking about it this way, Edison suddenly became able to accept it.

Congratulations, Li.

"I really didn't expect that you were an inventor, and that you could invent such an ingenious thing."

Li Changsheng solemnly took out a gift box.

Edison opened the gift box in front of him, and inside lay a fountain pen.

"Mr. Edison, although our first meeting was not friendly."

"But I have to admit, it was your unfriendly attitude that gave me the idea to invent and create."

"It is because of you that I created this pen."

"I've come to see you today prepared. If you're not even willing to offer a congratulatory message, then pretend I didn't come."

"Now that you've congratulated me, to commemorate our friendship, I'll give you my first fountain pen, which is also the world's first fountain pen that can write without ink, as a gift."

He pointed to two lines of text on the pen as he spoke.

"These two lines of text were specially engraved by me, written in both English and Chinese characters."

Edison was surprised that Li Changsheng was so serious, and quickly looked over.

He picked up the pen directly; there were two lines of text engraved on the body. He didn't recognize the bottom line, but he recognized the top line.

"Dedicated to my friend, Mr. Edison, Changsheng Li."

At that moment, Edison suddenly found this Asian man quite pleasing to the eye.

He never meant to look down on people of Asian descent; he just felt that people of Asian descent didn't have the ability to develop good things.

But the Asian man in front of me was clearly different.

Especially since the other person gave me this gift, it's something I can brag about for a lifetime.

He had even imagined a future day when, as his friend was writing with a fountain pen, he would proudly show off his own.

This is the world's first fountain pen.

It was the inventor of the fountain pen who gave it to me as a token of his gratitude.

He could easily imagine how prestigious those words would be.

Even if I become a great inventor in the future, I can still stand out from the crowd by taking out this pen.

At that moment, he solemnly accepted the gift box.

He stepped forward and gave Li Changsheng a hug.

"Yes, my friend, Li, thank you for the gift."

After loosening his grip, he took two steps back and gestured for Li Changsheng to come to his house.

Li Changsheng was also quite curious about what the home of the great inventor Edison was like.

However, once inside, it's no different from other people's homes; they seem to have separated life from invention.

Edison told Li Changsheng to sit for a while, then went to change his clothes and took Li Changsheng out.

"I wasn't prepared at home, and I didn't expect anyone to come over so suddenly."

"To celebrate the successful sale of your first patent, and to thank you for the gift you gave me, I'm treating you today."

Although he considered Li Changsheng a friend, Edison initially didn't think he would have much to talk about with him.

But as he spent more time with Li Changsheng, he discovered that this yellow-skinned man he had previously looked down upon was actually quite knowledgeable.

"Now I finally understand why you were able to invent the fountain pen."

"I suppose you received higher education in China."

"Moreover, you have your own unique insights into the international situation and many other things."

"I admit I underestimated you before."

Li Changsheng raised his glass.

"Don't worry about it, this kind of thing is commonplace, isn't it?"

"I am like the Pacific Railroad that was just completed this year."

"After the completion of the more than 3000-kilometer-long transcontinental railroad connecting the east and west of the United States, while politicians and executives were celebrating, no one would have thought that the success of building this 3000-kilometer-long transcontinental railroad was inseparable from the diligence and hard work of Chinese laborers."

"The newspapers didn't mention it at all. More than 90% of the laborers used in building this railway were Chinese."

"They're just celebrating yet another great achievement for America."

"Some people even call this railway the Great Wall of the East of America."

"But they've forgotten that this Great Wall of the East was also built by people from the East!"

Clearly, Edison was unaware of this matter either.

He only knew that the railway had been successfully built, but he never paid attention to who built it.

He was also shocked to hear Li Changsheng's words.

So,

"Was the Pacific Railroad really built by people from the East?"

"Li, how did you find out that?"

Li Changsheng shrugged.

"Although I'm unwilling to admit it, I have to."

"I am one of the Chinese laborers."

"It was precisely because I received so much unfair treatment during and after the construction of the railway that I thought of using the power of words to tell everyone in America that we Chinese are not inferior to others."

"That's why I want the people of this country and this land to stop looking down on Chinese people."

"Originally, I thought I could change all of this by relying on the power of words."

"But after I finished writing the book, it failed. No one was willing to publish it, not even in the newspaper."

At this point, Li Changsheng gave Edison a grateful look.

It was as if Edison was the guiding light in his life.

"My friend."

"It was because of you that I found another path."

"Even if my books are not recognized, as long as the things I invent and create are recognized, let everyone know that I, Li Changsheng, am the inventor of the fountain pen, and that I am a Chinese."

"I believe they will look at Chinese people in a different light."

"With this foundation, I will work even harder on this path so that no one will look down on the Chinese people."

After gaining a cheat-like ability after transmigrating, Li Changsheng set life goals for himself.

His persona is that of someone dedicated to improving the status and rights of Chinese people in the eyes of other races.

His lifelong pursuit was to restore equal treatment for all Chinese people.

The foundation has already been laid in farms on the West Coast.

These words today are undoubtedly a further reinforcement.

Even Edison had to stand in awe at this moment.

"Li, you are a great person."