Wilderness Redemption Tour

"Now, before those little sailboats reach the other side of the pond, this fool is going to destroy them with the invisible wave."

"Of course, just like before, he still has to steer the ship to avoid the magnetic mines."

As he got closer, Lin Yan heard the man next to Arthur, who was wearing a black striped suit, had short middle-parted hair, a beard, and was not wearing a hat, introducing the couple standing on the other side in a somewhat shrill voice.

In front of Arthur stood a small wooden table, on which was placed a box-shaped instrument. There were two metal coils on top of the instrument, and at the top of each coil was a small metal ball, which looked a bit like an antenna in later times. In addition to these two accessories, there were two joysticks with opposite rotation directions and two buttons on top of the box.

From a distance, Lin Yan thought the box looked a little weird. When he got closer and found that Arthur was using this thing to control the submarine in the lake, he suddenly realized that this was just an oversized handle!

"Steam trains, telegraphs, cars... compared to this technology, those things are nothing. My technology does not rely on wires, coal, or gasoline, nothing, just the radiation in the air and your little... small contribution."

The man with a shrill voice was paying attention to the movements of the submarine in the lake while chatting to the two well-dressed men and women beside him.

"Believe me, this is a great investment, no one would be stupid enough to refuse it," he said, patting Arthur on the shoulder, "not even this big fool."

Seeing Arthur skillfully maneuvering the submarine to sink the small sailboats on the lake one by one, the man clapped his hands with satisfaction.

"Very good, very good. Now bring the boat back."

When Arthur piloted the submarine to the shore, the man bent down excitedly, took the miniature submarine out of the water, and held it carefully in his arms.

"Like I said just now, anyone, even a fool, can operate it skillfully after simple practice." He held the submarine, which was about the size of a children's toy, and showed off to the two potential "investors" with a smile.

"You haven't told me what this thing is?" Arthur, who had completed the task, asked, pointing at the box he had just used.

"This is the source of life. With it, I can make anything move after a simple modification." The man in the striped suit ignored Arthur's question and continued to introduce his invention tirelessly.

"If you want to see something even more incredible, come to my laboratory in Dover Hill. What's inside will surprise all of you."

"Mr. Marcel, Ms. Stewart, I have just said so much. Please forgive me for asking, are you willing to support me?"

While Arthur was temporarily ignored, Lin Yan, who was standing behind the few people, took two steps forward, standing at the same level as Arthur, and watched from close range as Arthur fiddled with the various mechanisms on the box in front of him.

"When did you become someone else's assistant?" Lin Yan asked, trying not to laugh when he saw Arthur accidentally getting shocked by electricity when he touched the spiral coil on the box out of curiosity.

Arthur shook his electrocuted finger and turned to look at Lin Yan, "Oh, what a coincidence, you guys are here to visit the park too? I've only known this guy for a short while, and just now I saw him fiddling with this strange device by the lake, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity, and then I was inexplicably caught by him to help."

"Is this a radio remote control device?" Lin Yan looked at the box with interest.

"Radio? Remote control? What is this? This box?" Arthur was hearing this name for the first time, so he looked at Lin Yan in confusion. "Have you seen this thing before?"

Lin Yan saw Arthur's reaction and started to wonder: Is it possible that there is no radio remote control technology yet? There is not even the word radio remote control?

"Uh..." He racked his brains for how to answer Arthur's question.

"Traitors! You damned traitors!"

Just as Lin Yan was thinking about how to answer Arthur, the man in the striped suit suddenly started cursing at the two "investors" as they left.

"No one with vision is willing to invest in my invention, you idiots! All of you are idiots!"

He kept stamping his feet and yelling, and the target of his insults gradually increased from the two investors to all Americans. He was so angry that he even wanted to throw the submarine model on the ground, but when he raised his hand, he showed a reluctant expression, and his body froze there for a while.

His outburst effectively diverted the attention of everyone present. Arthur turned his head and watched him as if he were watching a play. It was not until he saw the man holding up the submarine model for a long time and refusing to put it down that he said in a joking tone, "It's just that you didn't get the money. Is there any need to be so angry?"

Arthur's words seemed to have touched the man's sore spot. He yelled at Arthur in frustration, "Do you know how many times I have raised funds from those self-righteous rich people? The eighth time! Eight times! When these self-righteous idiots first saw my demonstration, they were all shocked by my invention, but when it came to the final investment stage, they always asked, 'Can this thing be used for military purposes?' Military! Military! Is all the money in the world earned by warmongers? Can't people invent something that benefits all mankind and is oriented towards human life?"

Arthur didn't seem to mind the man in front of him yelling at him. He turned his head towards Lin Yan and spread his hands, seeming somewhat helpless about the man's sudden outburst.

Lin Yan scratched his head. At this moment, he not only did not hate the man for suddenly losing his temper with Arthur, but he was extremely excited.

Oh my! How could I have forgotten what era it was! It was the end of the 19th century, when wireless remote control technology had just emerged. Could this man with a side-parted beard be that man?

Thinking of this, Lin Yan quickly reached out and pushed Arthur, who was standing between the two of them, aside, and approached him with an admiring look on his face. "Mr. Tesla, how much more money do you need for your research? I might be able to help you with some."

"Funding? Did I hear you right? You want to fund me?" Upon hearing that Lin Yan was willing to fund him, the man who had a cynical look on his face just now immediately became attentive.

"I just said that my talent will not be buried. There are still some good people in the world. But I am not Mr. Tesla. You can call me Professor Dragic."