"Oil!"
In his previous life, Li Zixuan was studying applied chemistry, so he knew more about it than most people.
It was a viscous, dark brown liquid, mainly composed of a mixture of various alkyls, cycloalkyls, and aromatic compounds.
This liquid, later known as the "blood of the industry,"
not only provided power for the motor transportation industry in the future, but also provided chemical raw materials for the research and development of chemicals, fertilizers, pesticides, and plastic.
Of course, in the country where the auto industry had yet to develop, oil was mainly used to produce kerosene for lighting.
Its value was not even comparable to the future.
Of course, this did not mean that oil was worthless.
In fact, the first trust group in the country monopolized 80% of the oil refining industry and 90% of the oil pipeline business in the country.
John Rockefeller, the first billionaire of the Eagle Jam Nation, was a giant who stood on the oil industry.
The year 1882, where Li Zixuan was now, was also the year when the Trust Group was officially established.
Because he did not know the oil storage coordinates given by the system, Li Zixuan could not give a valuation for the time being.
However, with the appearance of the oil coordinates, he believed that the Li family's wealth could grow as soon as possible.
The Li family was only a first-class family now, and upgrading to a second-class family required 100,000 US dollars, while upgrading to a third-class family required 1 million US dollars.
In this era, a million dollars was already an astronomical figure.
After thinking for a while, Li Zixuan decided to ignore the oil coordinates for the time being. After a period of time, when the production of the razor factory stabilized, he would persuade his father and Old Smith to
go to the coordinates for a field inspection. Anyway, the coordinates were in California, not far from San Francisco.
However, before that, he would get someone to investigate if that piece of land already had an owner.
On the second day of the barbecue party,
a reporter from California's De Yang Brothers 'Daily News Chronicle came to the Lee Smith Razor Factory.
According to later generations, this guy was an advertising director, but in this era, he just walked into the factory with a cow suitcase.‘
As the largest shareholder of the factory, Li Shi received the reporter named Chris Black.
"Good morning, Mr. Blake. I'm the owner of this factory. You can call me Li!”
Li Shi, who had changed into a well-proportioned red striped suit, spoke fluently in English.
Although he was surprised that the owner of the factory was from China, as
a newspaper reporter, he still showed considerable restraint and shook hands with Li Shi.
"Hello, Mr. Li!"
Old Smith drank a lot at the party yesterday, so he didn't attend today.
"
I'm here today because the newspaper has reached an agreement with Mr. Smith. I'm here to write a report and take some photos of the razors produced by your factory!"”
Hearing this, Li Shi nodded. In fact, Old Smith had gone to the San Francisco headquarters of the Chronicle Daily News two days ago and
spent a thousand dollars to get an advertising space for the Chronicle Daily News for the next three months.
However, a western cowboy like Old Smith would forget everything as long as he had alcohol.
Otherwise, Harvey's mother, Mrs. Shroder, wouldn't have gone to Los Angeles to join the Women's Temperance Alliance and hadn't returned for two months.
Li Shi led him into the office.
During this time, the reporter watched the workers in the factory skillfully use the machine to make pieces of iron into the handle of the razor. Then, countless polished blades fell down.
In the midst of coal and steam, the factory was in full swing. He smiled and said
,"Mr. Li's factory looks very profitable!”
Dad also knew that the people of the Eagle Country didn't like to be humble, so he nodded.
"Yes, it's indeed not bad. That's why we want to increase our popularity and sell our products to the entire California!”
"Haha, then it's definitely not wrong for you to choose our 'Daily News Chronicle'. You have to know that our newspaper is the largest newspaper in California. Every issue can sell hundreds of thousands of copies!”
Hearing this, Li Shi deliberately raised the other party's head too high.
"Of course, only a powerful newspaper like your newspaper is worthy of our investment. You have to know that a three-month advertising space for the San Francisco Evening Post only costs 500 US dollars!”
"Hmph, that newspaper is just trying to please the public, just like how they created that ridiculous emperor!”
Li
Zixuan, who was following his father, naturally knew who the reporter was talking about.
On September 17, 1859, a man in ragged clothes walked into the office of the San Francisco Evening Post and
handed over an edict he had drafted to the editor and signed it as "Norton the First Emperor of the Eagle State".
Surprisingly, the editor of the newspaper did not throw this ridiculous note into the wastebasket. Instead, the next day, the edict was published on the front page under the title "The Emperor of the United States is among us."
At this point, the San Francisco Evening News became a sensation.
However, the Emperor of the Eaglejam Kingdom, Norton the First, who was praised as a clown, did not become a clown.
He maintained law and order, supervised municipal facilities, and issued many edicts in the newspapers. He criticized the current abuses and was loved by the people of San Francisco.
Although the emperor had passed away two years ago, most San Franciscans respected him.
Even Li Zixuan had the memory of this emperor in his mind. He led two dogs and held a civilized stick to patrol the streets, checking the construction of public facilities and the attendance of the police.
So from this point of view, the reporter in front of him was definitely not a San Franciscan who had lived here for a long time.
Although Li Shi was not happy with the other party's point of view, the money for the advertisement had already been paid, so he did not say anything.
After taking out an exquisitely made razor and blade, Blake
took out a black machine that was slightly larger than a book from his leather box.
The moment Li Zixuan saw the machine, his eyes lit up. In his previous life, he had seen this machine in a variety show he watched on Mango TV.
In the 1880s, the Colin camera, before the invention of film, was made of glass coated with silver bromide-sensitive material as a dry plate, and then made into film.
After that, the reporter changed a few glass plates and took photos. Then, he took out a small notebook and interviewed the Li father and son.
Especially after he heard that the safety Li style razor that even he used was designed and invented by Li Zixuan, who was only a little over ten years old, he immediately asked Li Zixuan a lot of questions with great interest.
For example, why did he design a razor? As a child, he did not have such a need.
"Because I saw my father hurt himself when he shaved, so I wanted to design a safer razor!”
"What about the design inspiration?" Reporter Blake asked as he wrote.
"I saw some Hans make a burger on the streets of San Francisco. I was inspired by that!”
"Burger? A food named after Hans 'city?”The reporter decided to go back to the city and see what hamburgers were.
Then, he asked a few more questions.
Li Zixuan answered fluently, without the nervousness and timidity of a ten-year-old child.
The reporter felt as if he was interviewing a successful person. His eyes were filled with confidence, and there was no sense of inferiority in the Xia people of this era.
"I suddenly feel that the biggest gain from this trip isn't the razor, but this child called Bruce Lee. Oh, my God, he's too outstanding. It's hard to imagine that he's actually a naturalized Chinese!”
Reporter Blake sighed as he boarded the carriage back to the city.
Before he left, he said that the advertisement would be published in the first edition of the newspaper three days later.
Li Shi stuffed five dollars into the man's pocket as a service fee, and the man returned to the city with a smile on his face.
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