A Mentor with Compassion

Perhaps wanting to make a better impression on his new boss, or perhaps to demonstrate his own value, Lyme's attitude had already changed without him even realizing it.

"Radio technology is currently one of the most widely used cutting-edge technologies, and many people are researching it..." He tilted his head, noting that almost every invention and product around them was related to radio in some way.

People believed that radio technology could change the world, and it certainly did. But people believed it could continue to change the world, making it better and better.

"I don't know much about this, but this inventor is hoping to get at least 10,000 yuan in funding from the Little Yellow Sheet to support his research. If you are interested in this technology or this person, I suggest you contact him directly."

Currently, Lyme is selling this Little Yellow Sheet at a 75% premium. To put it simply, if Lin Qi wants to acquire some of the invention rights by purchasing the Little Yellow Sheet, he will have to pay 75% more than he would if he contacted Cobert directly, which is almost double the price, or about 10,000 dollars more.

Lyme wanted to prove his worth, and Lin Qi gave him some hope. A few simple words made him feel that the era had reached out to him.

He wasn't the kind of naive young man who had just graduated from school. He knew that his value lay in creating value for Lin Qi, and that was the value he created for Lin Qi first.

"Can I take a look at those Little Yellow Sheet?" Lin Qi asked.

Lyme paused for a moment, but quickly recovered, "Of course, Mr. Lin Qi..."

He opened his briefcase and took out a stack of cheap, yellow stock certificates. To save costs, stock brokerage firms don't use high-quality Copperplate Paper or copperplate printing, and they certainly don't use any anti-counterfeiting technology on these Little Yellow Sheet.

If they don't do this, using high-grade Copperplate Paper paper and copperplate printing, they might even face losses.

Not all Little Yellow Sheet have the chance to sell out completely; some Little Yellow Sheet don't even get any buyers. Of course, in order to transfer risk and make profits, sometimes stock brokerage firms will suggest that salespeople like Lyme use their own money to buy all the unsold Little Yellow Sheet in exchange for the opportunity to continue working for the company.

It sounds unbelievable, but this kind of thing happens every day. For stock brokerage firms, there is really no difference between swindling money from those who need funding, swindling money from investors who don't understand finance, and swindling money from the Stock Broker who sell them stocks.

They don't care how others are doing, as long as they can put the company's money into the company's pocket.

If Lyme hasn't finished his job by the end of the month, he'll either face the terrible prospect of unemployment or find a way to buy all the Little Yellow Sheet he has.

This was Lin Qi's first time encountering these Little Yellow Sheet. When he held them in his hands, they felt like cheap poster paper used to print simple content, seemingly unable to withstand much wear and tear.

"It looks very fragile..." Lin Qi picked up a Little Yellow Sheet and shook it. The slip made a rattling sound, which was very unusual.

Lyme smiled somewhat awkwardly. "We never care what happens to them after they're sold."

"How many have you sold?" Lin Qi asked.

Lyme was a little embarrassed, "So far, I've only sold a hundred shares, the rest are all here..."

One hundred shares, which is thirty-five yuan, he can get five yuan. His monthly income of over a thousand is just a conversation strategy and technique.

He didn't blame anyone, he just nodded. "One hundred shares, it's nothing. Now take me to see the inventor, maybe we'll have a pleasant conversation!"

Before long, the two arrived at a booth that was closing up. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his late thirties was packing up his equipment, and his expression seemed somewhat angry.

Perhaps noticing someone approaching, he glanced at the person out of the corner of his eye, but quickly continued packing his things.

"You seem quite angry right now..." Lin Qi teased with a smile.

The inventor's temper was ignited by his teasing. He turned to look at Lin Qi with a fierce expression, "If someone accused your invention of being a pile of dog shit, you would be just as angry as I am now."

"If you want to laugh at me too, I don't mind giving you a couple of punches!" he said arrogantly, drawing stares from those around him. Pointing to the road ahead, he shouted, "Get out of my sight!"

Lyme immediately stepped forward, pulled the inventor aside, and whispered something to him. About a minute later, the inventor stood awkwardly in front of Lin Qi again, apologizing for his earlier recklessness.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Qi, I didn't recognize you, and..." He didn't know how to continue. Sometimes, apologizing is a very profound art.

"No need to apologize, I understand. Now you should have time to talk to me about your inventions?"

"Of course, yes, of course, Mr. Lin Qi!"

In a subsequent conversation with the inventor, he talked about his inventions.

The misuse of radio technology by civilians has become a reality, especially the proliferation of private radio stations, which has forced the Federal to introduce restrictions on the use of radio signal frequency bands and limit the power of radio stations in order to ensure that these private radio stations do not affect normal radio use.

A large number of frequency bands are occupied by "official" entities and legally registered commercial radio stations, which has led to congestion and chaos in the unoccupied frequency bands.

The inventor was also a victim; his constant miscommunication ruined his plan to make money through his personal radio station.

Perhaps out of revenge, or for some other reason, he began researching radio location and successfully reported several private radio stations with questionable content.

He quickly realized that since he could locate the approximate location of a private radio station through certain methods, why couldn't he locate the location of some larger equipment through radio?

For example... war machines? So he began his invention career. Like most inventors, he believed that his ideas and creativity were absolutely valuable. Once his inventions were successfully applied to the war system, they could bring him huge wealth.

To this end, he sold his house, divorced his wife, and lived on the mountain—where there was less radio interference, he could better experiment with his ideas.

In the end, he ran out of money.

He sold everything he owned to raise 1,200 yuan; this was his last hope.

"... By using multiple receivers to continuously evaluate and adjust the access time difference of a particular signal, we can ultimately provide an accurate direction and distance!"

In the final summary, the inventor praised his invention highly, his face beaming with pride.

Lin Qi didn't immediately respond, but instead asked a question, "I don't know much about this, but I have a question. Based on what you've said so far, you're locating someone's position when there's a signal source. So, if the unit we want to locate is keeping radio silence and not emitting radio waves, how do we locate it?"

The inventor's suddenly frozen expression, coupled with his unkempt beard, made him look quite comical.

Lin Qi's question suddenly made his research over this period a real joke. Yes, his research was based on the fact that he could accurately locate the target by constantly emitting radio waves.

What he needed to do was find out which private radio stations were influencing him, so he hadn't considered the issue of silence from the beginning. But now a more practical problem had been raised by Lin Qi, and he had no way of solving it, or even any ideas about it.

After several minutes, the inventor became utterly dejected and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Qi, I don't know how to do it. I've failed!"

"They're right, my invention is a complete waste!"

He divorced, sold his house, and lived like a hermit in the mountains to pursue his inventions. Then, a single sentence from Lin Qi made him negate all his past efforts, and he felt like he was about to collapse! At that moment, Lin Qi suddenly said, "I will buy all the stocks you've entrusted to the brokerage firm to issue..."

The inventor paused for a moment, then quickly said, "You don't need to pity me, Mr. Lin Qi, my invention is worthless!"

"Then let it have value!" Lin Qi said, pulling out a checkbook, writing down a number, and handing it to Lyme. "I never let down those who are willing to trust me and work with me."

"Take your share of the profits, complete your final task at your current company with outstanding performance, leave cleanly, and then come find me. You have my business card!"

Before Lyme could say anything, he turned to the inventor and said, "Your research isn't all useless; at least we've got some of it sorted out."

Do you know what bats are?

"Go ask the 《Biology》 how they hunt. You'll definitely have new ideas for your research, and I believe you can do it. This is my first investment in you!"

Seeing the two deeply moved people, Lin Qi couldn't help but sigh, "This era is truly wonderful."

His purpose in doing this was not purely to win people's hearts, although winning people's hearts was part of his plan, but more importantly, to avoid any future troubles.

The stocks issued by the inventor are legally binding. There is a share transfer agreement between him and the stock brokerage firm, and each Little Yellow Sheet represents a portion of the stock.

Before an inventor's invention can actually be monetized, those Little Yellow Sheet are essentially useless. But once an inventor's invention gains value, those Little Yellow Sheet will become a big problem.

Buying them wouldn't cost much, but the losses they would cause Lin Qi might be far greater than those tens of thousands of dollars.

Moreover, strictly speaking, when he bought these Little Yellow Sheet, it was actually only equivalent to paying 10,000 yuan to the stock brokerage company. The rest was given to the inventor as an investment and to Lyme as a commission.

It's still money spent, but this money was well spent.