Those who reincarnate must die.

Halfway through the meal, someone sat down opposite Zhang Lang with a tray in their hand.

He looked to be in his thirties, wore glasses, and was a well-mannered white man.

"Sir..."

The bespectacled man smiled and asked, "Alone?"

Zhang Lang looked at him: "Who are you?"

"My name is John, and I'm an electronics engineer!"

The man smiled and sized up Zhang Lang:

"Judging by your appearance, you are a wealthy gentleman from the East. Are you aboard the Olympus on your way to the rich southern continent to pan for gold?"

Zhang Lang wasn't particularly interested in this overly friendly guy, but fearing he might be connected to the main storyline, he replied casually, "You could say that..."

"really!"

John said somewhat excitedly:

"But I feel that a gentleman of your vision and insight has absolutely no need to invest his precious money in tobacco and plantations that are no longer profitable..."

"The market share in those sectors has basically been divided up. For our small investments, breaking even would be considered lucky..."

To attract investment?

Zhang Lang looked at him: "Do you have a good idea?"

Upon hearing that Zhang Lang was interested, John immediately perked up:

"To be honest, I'm not only an engineer, but also an inventor... I have a very promising project right now!"

As he spoke, the man unfolded a drawing, on which was drawn a strange square box with a nearly spherical glass in the center:

"I call this the Magic Box! Don't let its small size fool you, as long as it can receive a wireless signal, it can play dynamic images... You must have seen movies before, right? Imagine having one of these in your home; just plug it in with a power source and antenna, and you can watch movies at home without leaving your house. What an amazing experience that would be!"

After hearing his introduction, Zhang Lang was somewhat stunned, but his inner turmoil had already turned into a burst of laughter:

"Isn't this a television set? You've actually met the inventor of the world's television!"

Having experienced so many worlds, Zhang Lang has gained some experience. Although some worlds seem completely different in style, with entirely different civilizations and environments, others share similar backgrounds and worldviews, and may even have had identical histories before a certain period!

The abstract explanation for this is that most worlds can actually be seen as parallel worlds, but due to a divergence or coincidence at a certain point in history, they have taken different paths.

Some disagreements have existed since ancient times, and naturally the problems stem from their cultural roots.

In some worlds, the divisions may have occurred within the last few decades, while the history and culture remain largely the same.

Furthermore, given the convergence of technological advancements and cultural development, an invention often becomes prevalent in many parts of the world.

In simple terms, it includes swords, spears, halberds, horse-drawn carriages, and small boats; in more complex terms, it includes airplanes, cannons, trains, ships, and even electronic information technology.

And the television is naturally such an invention that will become widespread once the level of technology is sufficient!

However, this thing didn't exist in Zhang Lang's hometown. He found it quite novel when he first saw it in the mission world, and now that he saw the inventor, he had an even stranger feeling.

You should know that, because of the parallel universe theory, there may be countless worlds where the television sets were invented by the same person, namely the bespectacled man in front of him who is eager to attract investment!

After John explained his ideas, he waited for Zhang Lang's evaluation, but the other man just stared at the blueprints, seemingly lost in thought.

John, thinking the other person found it too fantastical, quickly continued:

"The principle is actually very simple: it uses radio waves to transmit images."

"You've heard of a radio, haven't you? One station transmits a signal, and all the radios in the city can listen simultaneously! Since radio can transmit sound, why can't it transmit images?"

John leaned forward: "My experiment has achieved initial success! It's just that funding constraints make it difficult to continue..."

"If you're willing to invest, I can share this patent with you. In the future, this magical box will enter every household, and we will become the richest people in the world!"

"Come on!"

At this moment, a man of Asian descent with a braid walked over and looked at Zhang Lang:

"My friend, this great inventor has approached at least five investors today, and not a single one of them is optimistic about his project!"

"You..." John seemed a little angry: "Why are you meddling in other people's business!"

"I can't bear to see my fellow countrymen being scammed!"

The man with the braid looked at him and said, "Besides, if your project were truly reliable, you should be looking for the really wealthy people in first class!"

As he spoke, the man with the braid turned to Zhang Lang and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"My name is Huang Mingfei, originally from Jiangdong Province, and I am currently studying in the Western Golansis Empire!"

Zhang Lang had never seen such a strange hairstyle with long braids before.

After careful observation, I didn't see any weapons or anything else that didn't fit the era, so it didn't seem like the appearance of a reincarnator.

Moreover, these missions with Western backgrounds usually involve reincarnated individuals with Western faces; the Easterners are likely the indigenous people.

After sizing him up for a few moments, Zhang Lang clasped his hands in a fist and introduced himself:

"Zhang Lang, Anning Town!"

Seeing the two men acting like fellow countrymen meeting, John decided not to make a fool of himself and turned to leave.

"Anning Town? Which province is it in?"

Huang Mingfei sat down opposite Zhang Lang:

"Brother, judging from your accent, you're from the North?"

The system in Zhang Lang's hometown is different from that of this world, and the place names are completely different as well. Saying more would only cause trouble, so I changed the subject:

"If you have the money, you could consider investing in that magic box project; it has potential!"

"You actually believed his nonsense?" Huang Mingfei laughed. "Transmitting images via radio? That's utterly a fantasy."

Zhang Lang remained noncommittal, shrugged, and used his fork to pick up a meatball, causing the broth to splash onto the brim of his hat.

Zhang Lang took off his hat and wiped it with a napkin. Only then did Huang Mingfei notice Zhang Lang's hair, and he looked surprised.

"You...don't have a queue? You're not a citizen of my Great Jin Kingdom?"

Are Eastern countries now mandating this hairstyle?

Zhang Lang frowned: "My ancestors left home and settled overseas long ago..."

"I see!" Huang Mingfei nodded.

"Now that our great nation is facing a crisis, a time of life and death, Brother Zhang, as an overseas Chinese, I wonder if you have any intention of returning to your country to serve your country?"

A life-or-death crisis?

Zhang Lang thought of his hometown, Lu State in the East, which was a first-class power in the world. How could this Jin State that Huang Mingfei mentioned be so disappointing?

Just then, an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"Dear passengers, we regret to inform you that we have just received a distress signal from the south. In the spirit of international humanitarianism, the Olympus will be temporarily changing its course to proceed to the rescue, which may cause some delays. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause!"

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