"Mr. Dubridge, I naturally want to get a doctorate degree, but the direction of research... please let me think about it again."

After answering the dean's question with a little perfunctory attitude, Evan left the principal's office. Dubridge had no intention of being angry at all. From his position, it would be great to get this answer.

As for which department Evan goes to, how the professors below fight for this student, it doesn’t matter to his dean.

When he heard the news of Pauling poaching, Carl David Anderson, who wanted to accept Evan as a student, was furious and scolded Pauling for breaking the rules, he also started to act.

He was not in a hurry. After all, Evan was a student in the physics department. He, a Nobel Prize winner in physics, wanted to accept a student, could he still run away?

However, when Anderson sent student Donald Glazer to find Evan and wanted to have a good chat with him, he received Evan's direct reply.

"I'm sorry, Senior Donald, I'm very grateful to Professor Anderson for his attention, but I'm not interested in particle physics and high-energy physics, so... please say sorry to Professor Anderson again."

After saying this, Evan left the school like a flying trip.

Evan had a premonition that if he didn't leave, he would be "greetings" by various professors in the department.

Donald looked at Evan's escaped back and felt that this junior was also a wonderful person. OFFER, who was from the Nobel Prize professor, also refused as soon as he said he refused, without any mistakes.

You know, Evan will still have to attend the "Theoretical Physics" taught by Professor Anderson in the second semester... I hope he can pass it safely by then.

Donald didn't know that it was actually a good thing for him to not become his junior brother. Otherwise, Evan would definitely not be able to help him do his Nobel Prize-level job in advance.

After leaving Caltech, Evan immediately went to APS in Inglewood.

Wells had been back from Connecticut. The factory of thermal ferrite suitable for rice cookers could indeed be made. Wells also brought the samples back, but he did not sign the supply contract.

This is different from Evan's request.

Wells did this because he felt that rice cookers, such an appliance that is positioned as cooking rice, cannot be sold in the United States.

Although Wells is only the R&D manager, not the general manager of the company, his excellent professional qualities tell him that young bosses cannot act as their preferences and temperaments.

Even if he was recruited into the company by this unreliable boss.

That morning, five members of the R&D Department, plus one Evan, sat around the three-meter-long conference table.

The scene was silent.

After a long time, Evan looked at Wells and said, "I'll give you ten minutes to convince me, otherwise you can leave."

Wells breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the company was established, he was competing with his boss for the first job. He himself admired himself a little.

However, the boss gave himself a chance in this way, which shows that the young man Evan is quite reliable in his heart.

Wells' thoughts changed drastically, and his favorability towards Evan increased a lot. He took out a chart from the folder at hand and handed it to Evan.

This is an inverted pyramid-shaped chart, divided into four layers from top to bottom.

Wells calmly commented: "Evan, this is what I excerpted from the journal."

"This table vividly illustrates the dietary structure of our people. The top layer is the beef with the highest proportion, followed by chicken, fish, pig, sheep, shrimp, and the bottom layer is bread, potato, corn, and vegetables."

"From here, we can know that rice is not among the general American recipes. This is the most important reason why rice cookers cannot become popular household appliances."

"Do you agree with this, Evan?"

Evan nodded and said, "I know this, but the rice cooker is not prepared for Americans...you keep going."

Wells said: "Evan, you know this, and then the next thing is easier."

"Evan, are you thinking about the United States or there are many people eating rice, right?"

Evan nodded silently about Wells' question.

"There are indeed many groups with rice as the staple food. Chinese and Japanese are the two largest groups, and the others are mostly immigrants from Asia. But even if these people are included, the entire Asian group is only about 300,000 (this data is estimated based on the once-in-a-decade census data in the United States. In 1940, there were 254,918 Asians, and in 1950, it was 321,033)."

"That is to say, the potential number of rice cookers is only about 300,000 at the moment."

"We don't consider whether these people's income levels can be afforded. Even if each family buys one, we can sell up to 60,000 units (estimated by a family of 5 people)."

"Then... there is no more. Domestic appliances are not fast-moving consumer goods such as food, and it is impossible to replace one every year. Its service life is at least three years, which means that when the market is saturated and enters the stock market, its capacity is only 20,000 units per year."

"This output is too little for an electrical appliance!"

What Wells said is of course true.

It was a fact that Evan did not consider.

"The content of China is small, where is the foreign country?"

As soon as Evan asked this question, his face suddenly changed, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Foreign?" Wales was raising his aura when he noticed Evan's obviously depressed momentum and said, "Are you referring to East Asian countries that use rice as the staple food?"

He shook his head, with an expression of overthinking you, and said, "We won't talk about the most populous China. The power base is not good, and it is in a mess."

"The Japan, which was originally the most basic, was almost blown into ruins. Now it is famine and cannot afford it."

"When he needs to recover his vitality and be able to afford it, it will take five or ten years to go."

“As for other countries…”

Wells shrugged, spread his hands, and didn't say anything more.

Evan was silent for a few minutes, then looked at several other engineers and asked, "Do you think so?"

The four engineers, who were over thirty, looked at each other and nodded at Evan.

"Okay..." Evan is not a person who wants to be honest and never admits his mistakes and doesn't listen to good words. He waved his hand at Wells, signaling him to sit down, and said in a relaxed mood: "I admit what you said makes sense, but Wells, now the problem is here."

"You have successfully made me lose confidence in the rice cooker product. So is your R&D department still necessary to exist?"

"Of course there is! Evan!"
Chapter completed!