Perhaps it was because he wanted to leave a good impression on his new boss, or perhaps it was because he wanted to show his value, but Lem's attitude had changed without him realizing it.
"Radio technology is currently the most widely used cutting-edge technology. Many people are researching this …" He tilted his head. Almost all the inventions around them had something to do with radio.
People believed that radio technology could change the world. Of course, it had done so, but people believed that it could continue to change the world for the better.
"I don't know much about this, but this inventor hopes to receive at least 10,000 yuan from the yellow list to support his research. If you're interested in this technology or this person, I suggest you contact him directly."
The yellow list that Lyme was selling had a 75% premium. To put it simply, if Lynch wanted to obtain some of the rights to the invention by purchasing the yellow list, he would have to pay 75% more than if he contacted Colbert directly. It was almost double the cost, which was almost 10,000 yuan more.
Lyme wanted to show his value, and Lynch gave him some hope. With a few simple words, he felt that this era had reached out to him.
He was not a naive young man who had just graduated. He knew that his value lay in creating value for Lynch. This was the value that he had created for Lynch first.
"Can I take a look at the yellow list?"
Lynch asked.
Lyme was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. "Of course, Mr. Lynch …"
He opened the briefcase he carried with him and took out a stack of low-quality yellow stocks. In order to save costs, the stock brokerage company wouldn't use high-grade coated paper and copper printing, and they wouldn't use any anti-counterfeiting technology on these yellow stocks.
If they did not do so and used high-grade coated paper and copper plates for printing, they might even face a loss.
Not all yellow lists had a chance to be sold out. Some of them were not bought at all. Of course, in order to transfer the risk and gain profits, stock brokerage companies would sometimes hint to salespeople like Lyme to use their own money to buy all the yellow lists that were not sold out in exchange for a chance to continue working in the company.
It sounded unbelievable, but in fact, this kind of thing happened every day. For stock brokerage companies, there was no difference between swindling money from sponsors who needed funds and investors who did not understand finance and swindling money from stockbrokers who promoted stocks for them.
As long as they could pocket the company's money, they did not care about others.
If Lyme did not complete this job by the end of the month, he would either face the terrible situation of losing his job or find a way to spend money to buy all the yellow lists in his hands.
This was Lynch's first time coming into contact with these yellow lists. When he held them in his hands, they felt like cheap posters used for simple content. They did not seem to be able to withstand too much torment.
"They look very fragile …" Lynch picked one up and shook it. The yellow list made a chattering sound, which was very unusual.
Lyme smiled a little awkwardly. "We never care about what happens after we sell them."
"How many have you sold so far?"
Lynch asked.
Lyme was a little embarrassed. "I've only sold 100 shares so far. The rest are here …"
100 shares, which was 35 dollars, he could get 5 dollars. His monthly income of over 1000 was just a conversation tactic and skill.
He did not blame him. Instead, he nodded. "100 shares, it doesn't matter.
Take me to meet the inventor. Maybe we'll have a good talk! "
Not long after, the two of them arrived at a booth that was ending its exhibition. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his late thirties was packing his equipment. He seemed to be a little angry.
Perhaps because he noticed someone approaching, he glanced at the person from the corner of his eye and quickly continued to pack up his things.
"You seem to be very angry …" Lynch teased with a smile.
The inventor's temper was triggered by Lin Qi's teasing. He turned around and looked at Lin Qi with a fierce expression. "If someone accused your invention of being a piece of sh * t, you would definitely be as angry as I am now."
If you want to laugh at me, I don't mind giving you a few punches! "
His words were very loud and attracted the attention of the people around him. He pointed at the road and said loudly, "Get out of my sight! Get out of my sight!"
Lyme immediately pulled the inventor aside and whispered something to him. About a minute later, the inventor stood awkwardly in front of Lynch and apologized for his rudeness.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch. I didn't recognize you, and …" He did not know how to continue. Sometimes, apologizing was a very profound skill.
"You don't have to apologize. I understand. Now, do you have time to talk to me about your inventions?"
"Of course, yes, of course, Mr. Lynch!"
In the subsequent conversation with the inventor, he talked about his inventions.
The abuse of radio technology among the people had become a reality, especially in the area of private radio stations. The Federation had no choice but to introduce restrictions on the use of radio frequency bands. They also limited the power of radio stations to ensure that these private radio stations did not affect the normal use of radio.
A large number of frequency bands were occupied by "official" registered commercial radio stations. This also led to the problem of congestion in the non-occupied frequency bands.
The inventor was also one of the victims. His original plan of making money through his personal radio station was foiled by his constant interference.
Perhaps for revenge or for some other reason, he began to research radio positioning and successfully reported a few private radio stations with unhealthy content.
Soon, he thought that if he could locate the approximate location of private radio stations through some methods, why couldn't he locate the location of some larger equipment through radio?
For example … war machines?
So, he began his career of invention and creation. Like most inventors, he believed that his ideas and creations were absolutely valuable. Once his inventions were successfully applied to the war system, his inventions could bring him huge wealth and benefits.
For this reason, he sold his house, divorced his wife, and lived in the mountains. There was less radio interference in the mountains, and he could better experiment with his ideas.
In the end, he ran out of money.
He sold everything he had for 1,200 yuan. This was his last hope.
"… Through multiple receivers, we can continuously evaluate and adjust the time difference of a certain signal. Finally, we can give an accurate direction and distance!"
In the end, the inventor praised his invention with a proud smile on his face.
Lynch did not immediately express his opinion. He only asked a question. "I don't know much about this, but I have a question. Based on what you said now, if the unit we want to locate maintains radio silence and does not emit radio waves, how do we locate it?"
The inventor's frozen expression, coupled with his beard that had not been groomed for a long time, made him look very comical.
Lynch's question suddenly turned his research into a real joke. Yes, his research had always been based on the target constantly emitting radio waves so that he could accurately locate it.
What he wanted to do was to find out the private radio stations that affected him, so from the beginning, he had not considered the problem of radio silence. Now, a more practical problem was raised by Lynch, and he had no way to solve it. He didn't even have an idea.
After about a few minutes, the inventor became depressed and dispirited. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I don't know what to do. I failed!"
"They're right, my invention is a piece of trash!"
In order to invent, he divorced his wife, sold his house, and lived like a savage in the mountains. In the end, Lynch's words made him deny all his past efforts. He felt like he was going to collapse!
At this time, Lynch suddenly said, "I'll buy all the stocks you commissioned the stock brokerage company to issue..."
The inventor was stunned again. He quickly said, "You don't have to sympathize with me, Mr. Lynch. My invention is worthless!"
"Then let's make it valuable!"
Lynch said as he took out a checkbook, wrote a string of numbers, and handed it to Lyme. "I'll never let down those who are willing to believe in me and cooperate with me."
"Take your share of the profits and complete your last task in your current company with the best performance. Leave with a clean record and come to me. You have my business card!"
After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Lyme to say anything and turned to look at the inventor. "Your research is not completely useless. At least we've solved a part of it."
"Do you know about bats?"
"Go ask a biologist how they hunt. You'll definitely have new ideas for your research. And I believe you can do it. This is also my first investment in you!"
Looking at the two people who were so touched, Lynch could not help but sigh. This era was really wonderful.
His purpose of doing this was not purely to buy people's hearts. Of course, buying people's hearts was also his plan. However, it was more to prevent future troubles.
The stock issued by the inventor was legally valid. There was a share transfer contract between the inventor and the stock brokerage company. Every small yellow order represented a part of the stock.
Before the inventor's invention could really be realized, those small yellow orders were actually useless. However, once the inventor's invention had value, those small yellow orders would become a big problem.
It did not cost much to buy them, but the loss they brought to Lynch might be greater than tens of thousands of yuan.
Strictly speaking, buying these small yellow orders was equivalent to paying 10,000 yuan to the stock brokerage company. The rest was an investment to the inventor and Lyme's commission.
It was also money spent, but it was money well spent.