On November 1, 1902, the twelfth day of time travel, Yang Rui got up early and waited until 7:30 in the room. He first went to the post office to get the three dollars. In the morning, there was no one in the bureau, so he gave the money when he saw the ticket signing. It was very convenient. But Beihai Road didn't know where it was, so he had to find a coachman, and went to the journal of the Agricultural Journal to ask about the procedures for withdrawing money. After presenting the note, he got the money quickly. After coming out of the journal of the Agricultural Journal, Yang Rui had a heavy pocket, and nine eagles bumped into his pockets and made a pleasant sound. It felt very good. After being intoxicated, he felt that he was really useless. How much money could this nine dollars be worth? What's the point of intoxication?

Yang Rui's self-reflection actually didn't work. Men always have this kind of mind. The courage and wallet are communicators. When the wallet is big, they naturally have great courage. The pace of going home is very light and the road seems to be very close. When they are still a few intersections, Yang Rui saw a man climbing a wooden pole, wearing half-circle pole crawlers like electricians. The two of them looked up at the ground and piled up a circle of lines. Yang Rui originally wanted to bypass it, but after bypassing it, he turned back, but he just looked at the man on the pole above and didn't speak. The two of them saw a second Japanese man coming. They glanced at Yang Rui and didn't say anything, just thinking that he was looking at the diorama.

In fact, Yang Rui didn't want to talk, but was thinking that there was electricity here? There was electricity! Thanks to God, his mind was spinning wildly, just thinking about what to ask. He has been here for more than ten days. At night, due to safety issues, Yang Rui has been at home and can't see the lights. Looking at the Bund from afar, the streets were brightly lit, and he thought it was gas lamps. Didn't the coachman Wang Laosan say that there was a gas factory that day? In fact, in the concession in 1902, the electric lights had long existed, but because the electricity price was too expensive, it was only installed in a villa. The Shikumen house like Yang Rui was still lit with kerosene lamps.

Yang Rui finally recalled the things related to electricity in the physics textbook. He thought clearly about what he wanted to ask and took the initiative to say: "Master, you are from the power company, are you installing wires?"

When the older man standing under the pole saw Yang Rui asking, he answered casually: "No, Alla is from the Concession Electric Lighting Company, and now he has to pull the wire to the inner wing."

Seeing that the other person was concerned about him, Yang Rui was busy taking out the pack of Laodao cigarettes he bought last time and sending them. He also took out a Zippo lighter found from the box and gave them a little bit. So the relationship between the three men immediately became harmonious. The old man's surname was Shi, and the two young ones were his apprentices, both of them belonged to the electric light company. Seeing that Yang Rui probably wanted to install the electric light company, Lao Shi introduced: "This electric light company has been around for a long time, for more than ten years. Now the electricity price is very expensive in the concession, and the electricity price is expensive. One electric light fee costs one yuan, two cents and five cents per month. Each Ult costs silver for each silver, and the foreign money is 1 cent and five cents. The old ones are expensive, and now they are basically installed in the villa."

Yang Rui was a little stunned. What unit of Ult is used for electricity? Isn't it all cost? Or kilowatts, kilowatts, watts, grandma's, can't be per watt? The power of the laptop is usually fifty or sixty watts, so it will take more than five yuan in an hour. Damn it, so dark, it's such a bad businessman! But even if it's expensive, there's nothing to do. It's just this one. Yang Rui said: "It's quite expensive. I just don't know what kind of electricity, AC or DC, the voltage, and how much shetz is if it's AC?"

"This is AC power, it's DC for a long time, and it's AC afterwards. I don't know how many Hertz is. The voltage is 200 volts, and the previous two years was 110 volts." After all, Lao Shi was a master and has been in the electric light company for almost ten years. He knows a lot, but Hertz rarely mentions it, so he doesn't know it.

After hearing this, Yang Rui knew that he could use the laptop, so he asked Lao Shi to go back to the company and then asked him how much Hz the electricity was. He also gave Lao Shi most of the remaining cigarettes. Lao Shi refused and then stopped it, saying that he would go back to the company to ask at noon. He was still pulling the wire in the afternoon and looking for him in the afternoon. He was easy to find, so that Yang Rui would come to listen to the news.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Rui found Lao Shi at another street intersection. After greeting him, Lao Shi said, "Yang Xisheng, what Nong wants to ask about is Ala asked the foreign master in the company. Nong talked about Hess, right? Yi said that the previous electricity was 100 Hess, but later it was changed to 50 Hess. Nong see if it is easy to use?"

Yang Rui was so happy that he could open the notebook and said ecstaticly: "It's easy to use! It's easy to use! Master Shi, thank you." After saying that, he was about to go home. He took a few steps and turned around and immediately came back and asked, "Master Shi, how do you install this electric power?"

Old Shiben wondered why this man left after asking. Didn’t the electricity be installed? He waved his hand and said to the end: “Ala asked too. Nong had applied to the company. Alah was in the US Concession, No. 3 Feilun Road. Nong could just pretend to go and talk.”

Yang Rui thanked Lao Shi again and called a rickshaw to go straight to the electric light company. The coachman went straight to the Bund. The biggest difference between the Bund in 1902 and later generations is that the riverside is surrounded by foreign companies' piers and trekking trumpets, and the coolies are busy on the pier, shouting trumpets that they don't understand. On this side of the dock are those foreign buildings, which are lined up on the inside of the road as in later generations. The houses are four or five stories high, and many familiar buildings

No one was seen, there was no Peace Hotel, nor Waibaidu Bridge, and the big bell was missing. Now the one that lies above the Suzhou River is just a long wooden bridge, which seems to be the Waibaidu Bridge in later generations. Now the coachman calls him Baidu Bridge - because the bridge that crossed the river before was charged for money, the bridge was built without a bridge fee, so it is called "Bai" Bridge. Yang Rui knew the name of Baidu Bridge, but now he knows that the bridge is called Baidu Bridge because it means that it is not expensive to cross the bridge.

After crossing the bridge, it is Hongkou District, which is the so-called American Concession. I haven't been here before. Now it still seems not as prosperous as the British Concession. Most of the buildings are factories, which seem rather desolate. The electric light company is combined with the power plant, but there are several rooms that are specially used for office work, and some of them are specially responsible for receiving and applying for installation of electric lights. After learning that Yang Rui was here to apply for installation of electric lights, the staff gave a simple application form and a dip pen. It is like the monopoly company in later generations.

Like, in addition to the tariffs, the document is just a decent statement of trying to clear away all his responsibilities. The tariffs are different from what Lao Shi said. He said that each Wuert is one cent and five miles. When he heard that it was one tile, it was actually every kilowatt. The monthly electric light fee was correct, but it had to be paid first. After paying the application form and the electric light fee, the staff gave a piece of paper with the same receipt, and said that it would come to install it next week. The electric light fee was also calculated from December. Please be sure that someone was at home during the day.

Yang Rui got out of the electric light company and didn't find the rickshaw, so he had to walk home. No. 3 Feilun Road is on Yangshupu Road, and it was still far away to Ruyili. When he walked back to the pavilion, it was already dark. When he entered the gate, he saw Mrs. Huang washing dishes. When he saw that it was Yang Rui, he greeted him warmly: "I'm back, Mr. Yang, have you eaten?"

Yang Rui felt that Mrs. Huang was really a good person. Not to mention the rent was cheap, she was still very enthusiastic. According to the gossip of the alley, Mrs. Xu, the woman who lived in the firewood room under Yang Rui, said that the pavilion room was rented four yuan earlier, and the husband who rented it in front went back to his hometown and it was vacant. Several people also asked, Mrs. Huang didn't give others some cheap money. Later, when Yang Rui came, the rent became three yuan and five cents. This Mrs. Xu not only went to the gossip, but also liked to get close. She didn't talk much to Yang Rui before. Later, Yang Rui bought a few candy for her eldest daughter to eat. When she saw Yang Rui again, she was not as arrogant as ordinary scholars and was still very easy-going, so she started talking more.

"Yes, Mrs. Huang, I just ate it outside, and you have eaten it too." Yang Rui responded with a smile. When he was about to go into the corridor and go back to the room, he suddenly thought about installing electric lights. He felt that it would be better to know it with the landlord. He said immediately: "Mrs. Huang, is Mr. Huang here?"

Mrs. Huang looked at Yang Rui and said, "He is in the inner room, you have something to do with him." She shouted at the door a few times, but there was no response, and she said, "What's the matter? Let me tell you."

Yang Rui thought maybe he was busy, so he told the whole story, saying that he was too tired to write something at night to look at the oil lamp, and he happened to see the electric light company installing street lights and applied.

Mrs. Huang laughed when she heard this: "Shanghai is different from abroad. You are used to seeing electric lights there. I have a nephew who came from Wuxi to go to school in Shanghai. She is as old as you. She is not used to it when she first came. It's okay to install electric lights, but we can use them well as we do it."

When Yang Rui heard Mrs. Huang treat herself as big as her nephew, she thought to herself that she was twenty-five years old. How old is your nephew? How could she still be in school? In fact, in Mrs. Huang's opinion, Yang Rui is only about twenty years old. Modern people eat well and are well-nourished. In addition, Yang Rui is not a physical worker, so she looks naturally young without having to keep her beard.

Yang Rui went upstairs, Mrs. Huang washed the dishes and entered the inner room. Mr. Huang sat next to the oil lamp and read the newspaper. When he saw Mrs. Huang come in, he asked, "What are Mr. Yang talking about? Don't you listen to you talking?"

"You won't go out even if you ask me to do it. Mr. Yang said he went to the electric light company to install the electric light. What do you think I'm talking about?" Mrs. Huang said a little unhappy.

"Oh, install the electric light. That's a foreigner's thing. It's expensive. Mr. Yang can use it?" Mr. Huang questioned, no longer wanting to read the newspaper.

"Of course I can use it. The two letters that Lao Deng gave last time were all bills collected from the newspaper office. One was three yuan, and the other was invisible in the letter. They just had the ability, and they didn't look like you." Mrs. Huang suddenly thought of her thoughts.

Mr. Huang didn't want to surrender, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Then you give him three and a half yuan in the pavilion. This house is not from Allah. Alah is just a second landlord, so he paid 200 yuan for the maximum fee..."

Mr. Huang was interrupted by Mrs. Huang before he could finish his account. "You know money and money. You can't make you rich by reciting money every day. You can live with money. I'll go back to my hometown to live with two villains." He wiped his tears while saying that.

Mr. Huang had no choice but to take his wife. The problem with his child was his weakness. In order to save a few dollars, he put his children in his hometown in Anhui and did not bring them to Shanghai. Every time the two quarreled, they would quarrel with the children. Using modern Internet language, this is a topic of menstruation, but he had no choice. Mr. Huang stood up and took a short walk in front of the table, and began to think that he only costs eight yuan a month, and the boss could give him two more yuan. Last year, he paid 200 yuan to support the house. He not only paid off his savings, but also borrowed a lot. Originally, it was okay to rent the house out, but he still made eight yuan a month, but now the bedroom on the two floors has been empty for two months and has not rented it out yet. However, the pavilion room has been rented out, but it is 50 cents less than before. In this way, he will lose 50 cents a month. Mr. Huang has been doing accounting for decades and has made a very good calculation.

When the Huang family was in the cold war downstairs, Yang Rui sat in front of the lamp and was thinking about his money-making plan. Now his life is basically worry-free, so how to find his first pot of gold is very important. He is alone and has no connections, so he can only innovate technology. This requires lower capital, connections, and background, but what new technology does he have? Now, at the beginning of the 20th century, many things have come out, but what kind of good innovative technology can a fruit seller have?

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Note 1: The plot requires that 50 Hz appear two years in advance.
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