Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1570 A rocket capable of long-distance transportation
In order to meet Baekeland, Daisy dug out the suit that Robert Goddard hadn't worn for a long time from the closet, and polished Robert Goddard's leather shoes so that the figure could be seen, and watched Robert Goddard sit in George Leaving the farm on the back of the motorcycle.

No way, in order to continue the rocket research, Robert Goddard sold his car a long time ago, and motorcycles are now the only means of transportation for Robert Goddard's team.

Unlike Robert Goddard, who lives in a suburban farm, Baekeland's office is located on the top floor of the Baekeland Building in downtown Boston.

This is a skyscraper with a height of 165 meters, and the research and development center of Baekeland Motors is here.

Boston is the most educated city in the United States. Both Harvard University and MIT are located in the Boston metropolitan area. Many companies in the United States have located their R&D centers in Boston for the human resources in Boston.

Baekeland is no exception. In addition to the technology research and development center in Boston, this company also has a research and development center jointly established with Nyasaland Automobile in Nyasaranlo City.

Standing downstairs of the Baekeland Building, looking at the gleaming nameplate of the building, Robert Goddard was full of confidence.

"Sooner or later, we will build such a building and put our R&D center in it. By then, we will become a well-known technology company in the United States—no, a world-renowned technology company!" Robert Goddard imagined.

George, who was also in a suit and leather shoes, didn't speak, and his expression was a little embarrassed. Just now, the two of them rode a motorcycle through most of Boston in suits and leather shoes, but they got a lot of ridicule and ridicule.

"Hey, isn't this the famous scientist Mr. Robert Goddard, shouldn't you go to the moon, why are you in Boston?" A less lethal but extremely insulting voice came from beside him.

"Shut up Dennis, you are as annoying as a mouse!" George immediately countered.

Dennis was the New York Times reporter who openly mocked Robert Goddard for not even knowing basic high school physics, but daydreaming about traveling to the moon.

For ordinary people, researching rockets is really meaningless. They don't even understand their own lives, and they are not in the mood to pay attention to the development of science and technology.

"People who deceive investors with whimsical ideas are even more annoying." Dennis is worthy of being a reporter, and his words are like tongue twisters.

"You don't understand the value of rockets to human beings at all—" George went straight to the value.

"The greatest value of rockets to human beings is to make you a joke of human beings. I heard that you are all so poor that you are going to sell your farm. What's the matter, Mr. Robert Goddard, you have to take your students to the benches in the park , Do you conduct research that can change the fate of mankind?" Dennis picked up the camera, wanting to take a picture of Robert Goddard's embarrassment.

"Come on George, let's ignore him—" Robert Goddard tried his best to maintain his dignity, and only he knew the sadness in his heart.

"Wait for me, Mr. Robert Goddard, are you going to see Mr. Baekeland? Can you let me go in together? I want to see how you persuade Mr. Baekeland. Mr. Baekeland is not some whimsical Idiot—" Dennis followed Robert Goddard into the Baekeland Building.

"Hello, we have an appointment with Mr. Baekeland." Robert Goddard went to the front desk to register. Baekeland's company is a big company. If you don't make an appointment, you won't even be able to enter the door.

Dennis didn't dare to do anything wrong here, and the heavily armed guards at the door would not get used to Dennis' broken mouth.

"Hello beauty, I'm Dennis, a reporter from The New York Times. I have made an appointment with Mr. Baekeland for an interview." Dennis also has an appointment. Although he is not very good, the New York Times still has a lot of face.

"Okay sir, your appointment time is from 10:30 am to [-]:[-] am, please hurry up." The girl at the front desk is unsmiling and dressed in professional attire. She is able to be the front desk of a company like Baekeland Company, and she has certain conditions in all aspects. Also very good.

Dennis was still chattering as he rode the elevator upstairs.

"What's the use of going to the moon? Is there gold on the moon?"

"Why not? You haven't been there before." George was very annoyed, wishing he could find something to gag Dennis' mouth.

"Then why? You haven't been there either." It was impossible for Dennis to admit defeat by playing word games.

"I don't know if there is gold on the moon, but the technology to land on the moon is definitely more valuable than gold." Robert Goddard made a fatal blow.

Baekeland's office is located on the top floor of the Baekeland Building, standing in front of huge French windows overlooking the entire Boston.

No wonder the big shots treat all living beings as worthless all day long. Standing at such a height all day overlooking the entire city, it is really hard not to be proud.

Baekeland is not bad. Although he is already a successful businessman, he still maintains the true qualities of a scholar. There is a huge bookshelf in the office, the kind that requires a ladder to find a book.

When Robert Goddard and George came to Baekeland's office, there were still guests in Baekeland's office.

"Hello, Mr. Baekeland." Robert Goddard was calm on the surface, his palms were sweaty.

This meeting is very important for Robert Goddard's research. If Baekeland's funding cannot be obtained, then Robert Goddard's research is likely to be abandoned halfway.

Even if the farm is sold, it is not enough to support Robert Goddard's research, not to mention that, as Daisy said, the experiment may fail.

"Hi Robert, please sit down—oh, this is Mr. Marcellus from Nyasaland Bank." Baekeland didn't get up. Marcellus was a middle-aged man in his 40s and was using his spare time. Interested eyes looked at Robert Goddard.

"Hello, Mr. Marcellus—" Robert Goddard was polite and reserved. He had never heard of Nyasaland Bank before.

"My rocket research has entered the final stage. If there is no accident, the first launch will be possible next year at the latest. This is a brand new technology, which has unparalleled significance for the development of science and technology. This is the basis for our interstellar colonization. The first step is as meaningful as Columbus' discovery of the New World—" Robert Goddard was eloquent as soon as he sat down, but to his regret, Baekeland seemed a little interested at first, but soon became serious.

"Wait a minute, Robert, why don't you introduce your rocket, how much profit can it bring me? How much value will it generate—" What Robert Goddard was most worried about happened, and businessmen are indeed profit-seeking.

Although Baekeland is rich, he will not be slaughtered as a winner.

It is an obvious fact that Baekeland is obviously stingy and cautious about investments that cannot bring returns to Baekeland.

"Rockets are of course valuable, such as being used in interstellar exploration—" Robert Goddard noticed the impatient expression on Baekeland's face, so he immediately made amends: "—Rockets are also of great significance in the military, Even over long distances, rockets are more efficient—”

Robert Goddard racked his brains, hoping to give the Rockets more value.

"Hahahaha, Robert, in terms of cost, if it's for long-distance transportation, then the value of the rocket is not as good as a truck." Baekeland laughed, and seemed to have given up on this investment.

"Yes, hehe, a rocket is not as good as a train." Robert Goddard was in a bitter mood. He didn't want people to spoil his hard work like this, but he couldn't convince Baekeland.

"Sorry Robert, I can't give you what you want. If you have any new ideas, you are welcome to come to me." Baekeland rejected Robert Goddard as expected.

Robert Goddard had a sad expression on his face. If possible, he was willing to beg Baekeland for investment, but Robert Goddard's self-esteem did not allow him to do that.

Just as Robert Goddard and George were about to leave, Marcellus, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stopped Robert Goddard.

"Wait, Mr. Goddard, if you want, we can have lunch, and then you can introduce your rocket." Marcellus showed great interest.

"Mr. Marcellus, thank you for your invitation, but rockets cannot be used for long-distance transportation, and there is no gold on the moon—" Robert Goddard doesn't like bankers. In his impression, bankers are all vampires.

"Hehe, Robert, I haven't introduced you yet. Bank of Nyasaland is a newly established bank. This is a private bank dedicated to business investment. Mr. Nikola Tesla just got the Nyasaland Bank's $500 million investment is used to rebuild the collapsed Wodenclyffe Tower." Baekeland smiled, and the capital behind Nyasaland Bank is Nyasaland Corporation, Rhodesia Corporation, Rand Bank, etc. Many southern African consortiums, the reason why Marcellus appeared in Baekeland's office was of course also interested in Robert Goddard's research.

500 million dollars!
When he heard this number, Robert Goddard was stunned. He didn't need 500 million, only 50——

No, for as little as $[-], Robert Goddard could have done his experiment and proved that he could send a rocket into the sky.

"Fifty thousand dollars——" Marcellus was shocked when he heard this figure, not because it was too large, but because it was too small.

Thinking that it was a rocket, it only cost [-] U.S. dollars. It felt like a big firecracker. The fireworks Ida prepared to set off for Arthur's wedding cost more than [-] U.S. dollars.

"Let's go Robert, show me your rocket—" Marcellus has to make a decision after a field visit. As the general manager of Nyasaland Bank, he has to make every investment of Nyasaland Bank Responsible.

(End of this chapter)