Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Recent Status

Until the end of December my daily life flowed in a generally similar pattern.

First as always sent back the tax thieves who brought half-baked inventions.

Several weeks passed but nothing to pick up more than thought.

Why keep bringing that unverified electric shock device?! Not even a low-frequency therapy device.

Chairman Balfour seemed wanting to promote the greatness of British technology to the world, but if so just naturalizing any famous German inventor faster seeming.

Looking back the only thing that can be called an achievement embracing Mr. Fleming who came holding a vacuum tube degree.

So even more unable to let him go I mobilized all kinds of social connections and succeeded in expelling Marconi from Britain.

As nothing to mind passed the patent rights of the 3-electrode vacuum tube that Mr. Fleming and Professor Thomson succeeded in developing together on the same day, and directly visited the Royal Society and requested utilization methods.

The scholars there the moment realizing the expandability of the technology trembling bodies as if fainting... just pass as a secondary episode.

Computer algorithm development also proceeding surprisingly smoothly.

When Professor Macaulay's team implemented a simple electronic calculator with only 2-electrode, 3-electrode, switches in one month, felt that technological development can be in an instant more than thought.

The electric age finally approached right in front of the eyes.

Receiving momentum in this flow I decided to request one additional idea to the Royal Society instead of busy people.

“...Asking to experiment if can make a clock with only vacuum tubes?!”

"Hard? According to Baron Kelvin's words generating time calculation signals with vacuum tubes and just dividing into minutes and seconds theoretically possible?"

"Hmm, hmm, first will discuss with each university. Seems hard to judge with my insufficient knowledge. In fact even the operating principle of that vacuum tube still analyzing..."

If calculator possible, electronic clock also naturally, right.

If able to accurately measure time with electricity, a new special feature arises in cooking too.

That exactly the development of timers!

Currently mechanical timers existed, but size about wall clock.

Moreover because numerous gears and springs entered if broken even once hard to fix.

And honestly how hard daily not forgetting and winding the spring of the analog pocket watch carrying around!

"And how about expressing time nicely as numbers?"

"As numbers?! Please explain in detail, Chairman."

"Hmm, cylindrical drum method also good flip-flop method also okay, right. Or lighting ultra-small bulbs and making number shapes also a method. Like this."

I showed the drawing I drew to the person in charge of the Royal Society.

Not a detailed drawing, just a sketch degree containing ideas worth displaying time with current technology.

"T-this can realize immediately! Okay to convey to the university side together? Very revolutionary thought!"

"Yes, no relation. Only if steadily reporting the progress good."

"Understood!"

In Britain when saying time usually expressing based on front or back instead of current time.

For example expressions like quarter to 3 or half past 2. Extremely inconvenient.

A culture of saying relative time based on a specific point.

I think this expression method settled all because of analog clocks.

Big Ben or such standing exactly in the middle of London continuously brainwashing, right?!

So I thought another outrageous thought.

Making a super large electronic clock tower displaying current time digitally instead of minute and second hands... and erecting at my exposition!

Who knows? This later replacing Big Ben?!

Of course if able to develop the electronic clock with only the power of my Durand Technology Institute good, but no remaining personnel and more important projects piled like a mountain so decided to just entrust to the Royal Society.

If the name Edward Clock Tower and the pretext of dedicating for the well-being of the royal, no one able to oppose.

From the start Big Ben also Latin phrases asking to protect Her Majesty Queen Victoria engraved on the surface. If copying similarly?

Anyway the electronic clock matter passed like that, and the refrigerator also improving without problems.

Mr. Edison and Mr. Tesla while continuously bickering due to personality differences diligently did the work.

They couldn't find the cause why the refrigerator turned into a freezer, but seemed designed a kind of electronic temperature sensor utilizing the additionally developed 3-electrode tube.

Said utilizing the principle of 'thermocouple' where voltage occurs according to the temperature difference of the part where two metals joined... the theoretical part don't know well so pass.

They said will create a device that amplifies the fine voltage signals the thermocouple generated with the 3-electrode tube and senses and controls temperature changes.

Up to here I had nothing to say. Just ending with cheering for it to go well.

Everyone staying together at the same lodging able to monitor the progress immediately clearly a good point.

Catching engineering students who couldn't find jobs one by one in the middle and replenishing as new research team members that much I did my work.

Besides that preparing a recipe book with Mr. Escoffier,

the plan of burning and pushing the Greenwich forest,

the activated carbon collaboration matter with Sir Campbell,

and even the announcement of the Edward Sandwich contest winners.

Checked everything without missing one and pushed like a bulldozer.

* * *

Like that closing the restaurant door and clinging only to national management work, seemed people drying up.

But even so couldn't share my personal workloads more.

The peanut butter business well even if I don't touch now running smoothly on its own, and after successfully finishing factory expansion even considering overseas export angles.

Mr. Henry wherever dragged money even showed the meticulousness of buying all American peanut farms in a exclusive sales method and making latecomers unable to follow.

And Mr. Royce... in my view became a complete superman.

While designing the mass production process with the goal of introducing the electric grinder to the market early next year, even helping refrigerator assembly.

In the meantime deeply immersed in ultra-small motor production, pouring all earned money into technology institutes or such and gathering inventors from all over London and making research and development that said.

...Don't know who learned from, but a bit cold sweat came that.

Surely not the reason the invention levels that entered my exposition were trash? In the middle taking all usable people?!

Anyway I also borrowed one already outdated peanut butter production line and succeeded in mass producing the first Nutella. Production speed extremely bad, but evaluation very good so relieved with that.

The rest all entrusted to Mr. Salvatore. No leisure to care about manpower replenishment or what. Since sufficiently showed the example, the rest will do well on their own.

Durand Cider also entrusted whole to the Countess of Albemarle. The countess grabbed London's breweries and started scattering cider all over London.

Honestly obtained one sip and drank and I also surprised. Delicious.

Don't know when cola will appear, but even if coming to the front a feeling not easy to occupy the market in Britain.

In fact not everything smooth.

Not only business side but various sides.

First Durandists starting to arise all over London clearly a headache.

These guys beyond nuisance, just a social disaster.

[ Report from Ashford: Completed eviction measures after identifying 6 'self-proclaimed' Durandists lurking around Chairman's residence ]

[ Report from Ashford: Completed handover to police station after identifying 3 'self-proclaimed' Durandists trying to intrude into Chairman's lodging ]

[ Report from Ashford: Completed warning measures after identifying 1 'self-proclaimed' Durandist who tried hanging a placard on Lombard Street ]

...Let's not ask what the placard content.

At most content of 'condemning that the target of Edward Sandwich is not Sir Durand' degree.

I from the start no thought of participating in that contest, and clearly conveyed that intention to His Majesty.

From the start the creator participating in the contest itself doesn't make sense, right?!

But Durandists seemed unable to endure the name 'Jean-Paul Durand' missing in all fields related to cooking in Britain.

Interviewed a few through Mr. D'Annunzio's disguise, and they were crazy humans thinking of me completely like a god and upholding.

Thinking even such nonsense that Jean-Paul Durand will lead the world through cooking, and the cooking exposition next year the best opportunity to spread Jean-Paul Durand's greatness to the whole world?

And why performing rituals one by one while eating my cooking? And that playing guitar and singing? What cult?!

Oh my, hope not messing up by meddling for nothing.

Honestly at that time pondered briefly whether to push half of Nutella, refrigerator, computer, gochujang, movies back degree.

No, even looking at me a bit excessive seeming.

No matter modern didn't expect various matters unfolding so easily in octopus style with only one modern person's meddling.

Thinking about it, the real cheat not my cooking ability or status window or such, but the common sense itself full in my head as a modern person seeming.

Honestly things that can be clues for invention with just the word itself scattered here and there in memory, so pretending not to know more burdensome.

For example 'neon sign' also so.

No one in this era thinking of using neon gas in bulbs!

If only making this, Britain completely cyberpunk, right?!

No, still the steam engine era so steampunk? Well, anyway.

Half my nerves unnecessarily used worrying what accidents Durandists will cause hanging my name again that.

What nuisance this on earth.

And one more unbearable.

"Sir Jean-Paul Durand."

"Chairman Balfour."

Chairman Balfour lately what so good mood, smiling every day without missing one.

How can a person be good mood all month?

Seems continuously so after the investiture... my illusion?

"If knew you work so well would have brought to the Board of Trade early and entrusted my successor. The means of handling Marconi truly amazing. Not even one complaint from the Italian embassy, this a great record. That Italy!"

"Oh dear, that fortunate."

"And how about seriously taking my constituency? If wanting will put in the upper house not the lower house. If raising the title one more step can enter the House of Lords."

"That exactly politely refuse."

Chairman Balfour the main culprit who dumped a lot of work on me came to my office again and salted.

A few days ago the refrigerator sent to the residence too liked, surely not drinking cold beer all day and hangover not relieved even now?

"If disliking my constituency how about Sir Campbell's constituency? Even if you put party affiliation in the Liberal Party no relation at all. Hearing rumors lately also getting along with Sir Campbell?"

"Just a business matter. No particular meaning."

"Clearly, your advantage that endless affinity. Polish. Then the great work of making Britain's first coalition government exactly yours."

"Refuse."

Chairman Balfour coughed briefly.

Ah, understood this uncle's conversation pattern clearly.

Now the main point.

"...And that game you made."

"No, on earth how many times have to repeat and say. That game, really not what I made!"

"Anyway, that 'ES Game'. Decided. Officially legalizing."

"Ah, that matter."

If picking the one that gave the biggest shock to British society among matters related to me during the recent one month, exactly Miss Edith's 'Edward Sandwich Game'.

The one that shortened to 'Edward Game', and again abbreviated to 'ES Game'.

I only organized the rulebook a bit and simplified and made easy not particularly involved much.

All accidents the Earl of Derby caused.

That granddaughter fool, knowing the fact that his granddaughter created a board game and energetically holding a few limited edition sets and running to the Carlton Club the starting point.

But somehow His Majesty Edward VII and the five dukes all gathered at that place...

Everyone too bored playing only poker every day?

The talk that His Majesty and the dukes who played a few rounds of ES Game under the Earl of Derby's strong recommendation immediately addicted at that place.

Well understandable. Addictiveness, tremendous.

Nobles who saw that form crowding one after another natural result, and ultimately as of the end of December, ES Game completely seized the upper class society of London Britain.

Damn.

Here the real problem Durandists.

Durandists found out the existence of that game.