I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 410 The Song is Sold
It was unknown how much time had passed before Xia Qingdai put down the brush she was copying.

Last summer, she followed doctors in a London hospital to dissect more than 20 bodies, and became very familiar with the various structures of the human body. But today, copying Leonardo da Vinci's anatomical manuscripts gave her a different understanding, which was quite fruitful.

"What a pity! If I could take these back to modern times at a 1:1 ratio, I would be truly rich." Xia Qingdai stretched lazily and looked out the window to relax her eyes.

The night outside the window was extremely dark, even the starlight from before had disappeared.

"Is this the darkness before dawn?" Xia Qingdai muttered, then stood up and walked to the next room.

There was no movement at all. Xia Qingdai thought that Owen might have gone to sleep. After all, he was not like her. After the transformation of the power of faith, his need for sleep became less.

But she guessed wrong. She walked over to the next room and saw Owen was still writing at his desk. The screen of his mobile phone had already gone dark, and she didn't know what he was writing.

"Owen, you haven't gone to bed yet? There's no need to rush to write these, right?"

Owen looked up when he heard the voice and replied, "I'm too excited to sleep, so I might as well get busy with some business!"

"what time is it now?"

Owen took out his pocket watch and looked at it, his eyebrows slightly raised: "It's a quarter past three in the morning. I didn't expect it to be so late."

"It's really late. Okay, stop busying yourself and go to bed." Although Xia Qingdai was not sleepy, she decided to go downstairs to her room to close her eyes and rest, just to adjust to the jet lag.

"Let's go, let's go down together?" Xia Qingdai stood at the door and waved to Owen.

"Okay." Owen stood up and said as he packed up, "Please wait for me for a moment. I'll be there soon."

"Okay, no rush."

These materials cannot be left randomly, so Owen sorted out the scattered and dried materials one by one and held them in his hands. He was going to lock them in the desk cabinet in his room.

As long as you keep what you need, you won't have to worry about leaking secrets. Whether the servants who come to clean the attic understand writing or not will not affect anything.

His cousin James once told him an interesting story circulating among the upper class in London - a textile factory invested by a certain aristocrat produced a traitorous commercial spy who brought the secrets of the textile machines to the United States.

This story is just a story for James, but for Irving, it is a lesson for him.

He never liked to test people's hearts and loyalty, and only liked to prevent problems before they happened.

It is good for both parties if we do not give subordinates and servants the opportunity to access core secrets.

After packing up the papers, Owen held them in his hand and walked towards Xia Qingdai.

Xia Qingdai did not ask him about the progress of his research. Anyway, all the information was given to him. Whether he could succeed and become the rubber king depended on himself.

The two walked down the stairs side by side, parted in the corridor, and went into their respective rooms.

Xia Qingdai always refused to let servants sleep outside the bedroom to keep watch for her at night, not only out of respect for the servants, but also because she needed full freedom. Otherwise, she would feel psychologically burdened if she returned to her room in the middle of the night. But now she could do it without any scruples, without worrying about disturbing others.

The two people lying in bed were actually not asleep.

One reason was that he had slept before and didn't need that much sleep; the other reason was that he was too excited by the knowledge he gained tonight. He could imagine that once this technology was put into production, it would not only be used for bicycle tires, but also for all aspects.

Owen could already see the role that rubber would play in future human life, so in addition to expanding the rubber plantations in the West Indies, he also decided to look for the raw material petroleum mentioned in the article.

Once he succeeded in this area, he would most likely become the richest man in Britain. Owen couldn't sleep happily when he thought of the future power, wealth and fame, as well as the various conveniences that would come with it, including but not limited to having enough free money to support scientists around the world to do certain research.

He wanted to become stronger, even stronger, so that the goddess could also feel convenient in this backward world.

Knowing that Xia Qingdai was from the future filled Owen with hope, because God was unfathomable, and there was no way to go to heaven, everything was just a false legend in the Bible, but the technology tree could be climbed in reality.

The changes that technology has brought to human beings are as clear as 1+1=2.

When he was a child, peasant women in every household could make a lot of money by weaving cloth. But in just a dozen years, the Jenny loom completely replaced the backward manual labor.

Although the cloth woven by the Jenny loom was not as good as that woven by the original loom, so what? The poor majority did not care about the difference in quality.

This is just one aspect of the change. Owen, who is full of scientific thinking, firmly believes that with the development of science and technology, the changes will become greater and greater.

Maybe one day, he can invent a time machine and follow the goddess through time and space with his own power.

Xia Qingdai, who was in another room, didn't know that Owen had the ambition to invent a time machine. She was lying on the bed, listening to the sounds of various small animals coming from the farm and fields outside the window.

"I haven't met Jane for a long time. I'll send a car to pick her up as soon as the sun rises." Xia Qingdai, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, was thinking about what to do tomorrow.

But when the day finally came, Xia Qingdai didn't think of this matter immediately.

Because she first traveled through time and space back to the present and had dinner with her brother. During the dinner, she received a song sales information from the editor of Taolele.com on her mobile phone.

Owen's songs can also be sold. The price was offered by a rich second-generation man whom Xia Qingdai had also heard of. The other party was the little princess of a large private enterprise. She had no pressure to inherit the family business, but she had endless money, so she had to make it in the entertainment industry.

She wanted to release a single, and when the editor of Taolele recommended this song to her, it caught her ear and she decided to buy it immediately.

Taolele’s editor immediately informed Xia Qingdai of the news.

Although the price was not as high as when she sold Mozart's music, it was still six figures, which still made Xia Qingdai very happy!
Before planning to sell this song, Xia Qingdai was mentally prepared. After all, the previous song "To Miss Xia" happened to be released during the movie, so it could be sold at a good price.

Although the price now is not as high as previous film producers' offers, it is not low either, and it meets her psychological expectations.

For Xia Qingdai, what else is there to consider? Of course she would sell it! She couldn't possibly release a single herself anyway, so it would just sit there.

She had no jealousy or opinions towards this rich second generation, and they all had their own bright future.