49: Chapter 49 Departure to New York!
The reward issued by the system was the complete production process for Sulfonamide, plus blueprints for an advanced assembly line.
Sulfonamide, chemical formula C6H8N2O2S.
Before the advent of anti-inflammatory drugs, Western medicine was helpless when faced with epidemic meningitis, pneumonia, and sepsis.
In fact, this stuff was originally a red dye that wouldn't appear until the 1930s of the next century, called "Prontosil."
It contained some disinfectant ingredients and had been used to treat erysipelas.
But its sterilizing effect in a test tube was not obvious, and the medical community didn't take it seriously at all.
Later, someone experimented on mice and found that it had miraculous effects on hemolytic streptococcus.
After testing it on rabbits and dogs, it successfully killed the germs in their bodies, just as expected.
From then on, this thing became a globally popular broad-spectrum antibacterial miracle drug.
Lin Tian carefully flipped through the blueprints, his heart blooming with joy.
As long as he could produce Sulfonamide, he could definitely trade it for mountains of gold and silver.
But he immediately faced a big problem.
This lucrative opportunity was too big; the Lin family couldn't swallow it alone.
As soon as the miracle drug appeared, the eyes of the whole world would be fixed on it.
During wartime, most soldiers who were hit by bullets didn't die from the gunshot wounds, but from sepsis caused by bacterial infections.
To save their lives, military doctors could only swing hand saws to cut off legs and arms, leaving the soldiers disabled for life.
In the future, when the First World War broke out, the number of wounded soldiers who died from infections would be countless.
With Sulfonamide, all these problems could be solved.
A miracle drug that could save thousands of lives would definitely make every country green with envy.
Westerners would definitely use all kinds of underhanded tricks to steal the formula.
Trying to monopolize it would be harder than ascending to heaven.
Lin Tian calculated carefully and decided not to apply for a patent.
Anyway, according to the historical timeline, it would still be forty or fifty years before Westerners came up with the miracle drug.
That was enough time for him to squeeze every last drop of profit out of Sulfonamide.
However, before launching the miracle drug, he had to lay the groundwork.
The razors he brought out earlier hadn't been too conspicuous, but later, throwing out Smokeless Powder had already made a bunch of Westerners suspicious.
Lin Tian didn't even have a proper laboratory; every new invention was pulled out like a magic trick.
Newspapers were always full of people guessing, saying he was just a shield for the Chinese, and there must be something fishy behind it.
If he pulled out Sulfonamide out of thin air again, without even a chemistry background, conspiracy theories would definitely make a comeback.
After all, without doing a massive amount of chemical experiments, one couldn't produce such a complex compound.
To be a legitimate genius inventor, he couldn't just hole up on the West Coast.
The Great Lakes area on the East Coast was the most prosperous and technologically advanced place in the USA.
Plus, Elizabeth's birthday was coming up, the money earned from Chicago had just arrived, and it was time to launch the fast-food restaurant business.
"The first fast-food restaurant will open in New York!" Lin Tian made up his mind.
The next day, Lin Tian took the train back to San Francisco.
Back at Twelve Oaks Manor, he told his father, Lin Shi, about his plan to build a laboratory in New York.
Lin Shi didn't object at all after hearing it.
His son's actions were becoming more and more shocking; he had taken a million dollars to Chicago and brought back tens of millions in the blink of an eye.
Even if half of it was a loan, the repayment period was ten months later.
With so much money in hand, what could his son not do? He felt inferior as a father.
"Going to New York is fine, but you must take Jiang Meier and Helen with you. I can only rest easy if they are there to take care of your daily life." This was the only condition Lin Shi proposed.
Lin Tian readily agreed.
Over the next month, Lin Tian inspected his various businesses.
On the oil field side, by cooperating with the giants, they were netting a thousand dollars a day.
The Lin-Browning Arms Company was even busier.
After the first National Rifle Competition ended, the model 1882 lin rifle had become a hot commodity.
The factory in San Francisco was running twelve hours a day, but it still couldn't keep up with demand.
The one million marks for the guns ordered by Germany had also been transferred to the company account through Citibank.
Looking at the mountain of orders, Browning came to discuss with Lin Tian, proposing that they must expand the old factory or build a branch factory elsewhere.
Browning preferred building a branch factory.
As long as they had one on each coast, they could save a large amount of interstate shipping costs.
San Francisco would specialize in the West and the Far East, while the East Coast branch would focus on the East and Europe.
One east, one west, covering the entire US market directly.
"Where do you want to build the new factory?" Lin Tian asked curiously.
"I think the area from Chicago to Pittsburgh would be good. There are large steel mills everywhere there, and the waterways are convenient, which can greatly reduce the cost of making guns." Browning offered his plan.
"Okay. Leave the San Francisco operation for your brother to manage, and you go to the Great Lakes to lead the construction of the new factory!" Lin Tian made the decision and delegated the authority.
"No problem!" Browning agreed excitedly.
Everything at home was arranged properly.
One month later, Lin Tian gathered his team and boarded the steam train bound directly for New York.
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"Emma, hurry and bring all the dresses!"
In a luxurious manor on the banks of the North Hudson River in New York, Elizabeth shouted loudly.
The chubby black maid, Emma, ran into the room holding a pile of gorgeous dresses.
Elizabeth stood in front of the full-length mirror, holding up one set after another against her body.
These were all expensive, high-end custom-made goods, which she usually loved.
But today, looking left and right, she always felt something was missing.
She wasn't satisfied at all.
"What on earth should I wear?" The young girl was full of worry.
Emma stood by, completely confused.
Since she started working at the manor, she had never seen her proud young lady panic like this.
She was wondering, could it be that she was going to meet some important figure? But as a servant, she knew the rules and kept her mouth shut without asking more.
Elizabeth, unable to make up her mind, turned and asked, "Emma, what is appropriate to wear to meet a talented gentleman?"
"Oh my, what would a rough person like me know."
The chubby maid was at a loss and muttered softly, "But if he really is a decent gentleman, he should think you look good in anything, Miss."
"That's right!"
Elizabeth's eyes lit up. She pushed away the high-end western dresses covering the bed and began rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
Before long, she found a beige knit dress with a simple style.
This dress was not custom-made by a famous designer; it was just an off-the-rack item bought casually, and it didn't look high-class.
But thinking of the person who gave her the dress, Elizabeth made up her mind that she would treasure this piece of clothing for the rest of her life.
She put on the beige knit dress, paired with a small red hat.
The young girl in the mirror looked both beautiful and a bit cute.
"I'll wear this!"
Elizabeth nodded with satisfaction.
Sharing a telepathic connection with her, Anna, who was far away, was also pacing anxiously in front of her wardrobe.
In the end, she also tacitly chose the ordinary off-the-rack clothing bought in Chicago.