Subtitle of this chapter: Yuan's Mahjong Task

"Mr. Yuan, what you want is a gambling tool like a slot machine, right?"

A hundred years later, Yuan Hongjian lived in an era of "apart from the Himalayas and... well, the second highest mountain in the world". If he talks about the ideology, faction and system in political science and economics, he would definitely talk about the science master Nikola Tesla to... well, the third highest mountain in the world.

But when it comes to technology... let alone, he really knows a little bit of high technology. For example, he was the only human who knew how to make nuclear weapons in 1920: it was nothing more than letting two pieces of fission materials smaller than the critical volume collided at high speed and quickly closed into a supercritical volume and then it could make a boo...oom.

Of course, the "small" problems of what are the critical and supercritical volumes, how to manufacture fission materials, and how high the high speed should be. The Master Ball System is not open to search for information on this aspect.

As a master of economics who is a professional, our Master Yuan has indeed studied mathematical tools such as advanced mathematics, operations research and probability theory. However, he is essentially a liberal arts student, a liberal arts student who can't even understand the simplest drawings or draw them.

He only knows the principles and concepts of automatic mahjong tables, but he can't do it. So Yuan Yan spent a long time talking and didn't explain the automatic mahjong machine clearly. This made him feel extremely frustrated.

Finally, he had to say helplessly: "Mr. Tesla, why is this a gambling tool? It's obviously... Forget it, you can go home with me. I'll let you see us, Seris Mahjong!"

"That's fine... Oh, where is the manuscript of "Golden Wool"?" Mr. Tesla then found that the dozen or so manuscripts were missing. After the inspection, he still couldn't find the manuscript and said in annoyance, "I want to read it again... No, until I see that I can recite it!"

Master Yuan waved his hand and said, "Mr. Tesla, don't worry about such a small matter. At worst, I can write you another copy...taxi!"

"Head, what is it written on it?"

"It seems... I didn't understand it for a while."

I have to say that the "science fiction novel" of "Golden Wool" is really not a popular novel in the general sense. Even a hundred years later, not every reader will like or even understand it. Let alone General Zod, who is not very high in knowledge in 1920.

In fact, Yuan Yanshu also realized that there are too few people who can understand science fiction novels in later generations now, and some novels are too controversial. He wrote them rashly, probably because they didn’t eat mutton and were scolded for not eating dog meat!

For example, his favorite science fiction short story, the article "You Resurrection Corpse" by Hai Ye (the author of "Starship Paratroopers"). Now, except for a small group of top figures standing at the peak of human intelligence, who can understand it? In addition, there are also "indecent" contents such as transgender, pregnancy before marriage and self-attack.

For example, the famous "The Last Question" by Mr. Ah (Asimov, the author of the "Base Series"). If he wants to publish his real name, he will definitely keep Christians sending him bullet blades, garlic cross menstruation belts... It seems that something strange has been infiltrated. Anyway, it is difficult for him to stay in the United States in 1920. (It is hard for me to imagine that the patients who saw this chapter would have not read these two novels... I really have to read them, so I must read them, anyway, it won't take much time.)

So he never thought of starting to "write" science fiction novels now, and until today he received this temporary task. So Lord Grey Knight, known as "the most brain-burning writer in the early 20th century", was born gorgeously!

"By the way, where are they?"

"They stopped a taxi and left."

"Then let's follow us."

Our Master Yuan took his "Miniang Man" back to the apartment. As soon as he got off the car, he met an acquaintance at the door.

The other party took the lead and said hello: "Mr. Yuan, what a coincidence. I was about to go upstairs to find you."

Yuan Yan suddenly looked closely and said in surprise: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Sanders, a big reporter from the New York Times? Why are you looking for me? You can't be here to do an exclusive interview with me, right?"

Mr. Sanders nodded and said, "It's a must-do for an interview! I turned around and applied for the editor-in-chief's page, but today I'm here to call Mahjong. Mr. Yuan wouldn't disagree with me, right?"

Master Yuan laughed and said, "Welcome, warm welcome! By the way, let me introduce you, this person is..."

The big reporter's eyes lit up and rushed over and greeted enthusiastically: "Isn't this Mr. Nikola Tesla? I've visited you before!"

But Frankenstein "Oh" a little coldly and stopped responding.

Yuan Yan had no choice but to come out to smooth things over and said, "Let's go upstairs together. Why don't I find another partner? Let's have a few laps today."

Mr. Sanders also took advantage of this step. He laughed dryly and said, "That's great. It's really my honor to have the opportunity to play cards with a great scientist like Mr. Tesla..."

“zimo!”

"Juezhang can zimo if you buy cakes?!"

“hu!”

"I'm looking for happiness. Can you catch Ala Chong with a card?!" (Translation: Just kidding, can you catch my attack with this card?!)

“gangkai!”

"Mr. Tesla really has Huigen. He won so much money just after learning it!"

"Mr. Yuan, this is just a number game, very simple. When I was young... cough cough cough. This is still my zhuang..."

That's right, Mr. Tesla was addicted to gambling when he was young and lost a lot of money. Now it's probably a success.

Therefore, huigen is profound, Shenggong's successful special gambling god and our Master Yuan, who will never lose money, then beat Mr. Sanders and the temporary matchmaker Xiao Yangsheng so that he couldn't even listen to Zhang. After four rounds, Mr. Sanders, who is the most fashionable mahjong craftsman, exported all the 500 dollars he had "win" last time...

"Mr. Tesla, isn't mahjong quite fun?"

"Mr. Yuan, it's really interesting. And I understand what you mean: a machine that can automatically wash mahjong brands."

"That's right, that's it! Can it be made?"

"Yes, of course it can be made."

This great inventor who is more talented than Edison is really well-deserved. He drew a few design drawings in a few seconds and asked in confusion: "Mr. Yuan, do you think this machine is necessary? I think it is very convenient to use your hands."

This is the difference between modern people and ancient people who have been separated by a hundred years. Yuan Yanshu, a time traveler, has long felt that the world in 1920 was too backward. Not to mention mobile phones and wifi, there is not even a package of instant noodles...

Well, instant noodles can be overcome. After all, Yuan Yanshu is already a rich man who can hire a few chefs to stand by for 24 hours. So he no longer has to worry about the difference between braised beef, mushroom chicken and old sauerkraut.

“Pickup.”

There was finally an automatic device that could make him recall a hundred years later, so...

"Of course there is a need!" Master Yuan naturally reached out and said, "Let me see, um..."

But instead of cooperating, Tesla handed the drawings to him, he held them tightly in his hand and frowned and said, "Wait, Mr. Yuan. Where is your novel?"

My novel will naturally be written to you immediately...

Yuan Yan was about to get up and go to the study to "write" a book, but suddenly remembered something: Wait, this is not a service but an exchange!
Chapter completed!