He was shocked by Jing Yu when he heard this news. He did not expect that Miss Carol Stamford did not hesitate at all and explained her father's wealth clearly.

"Miss Stamford, then how did you know that it was your father who told you?" Jing Yu asked.

"Of course not. My father kept this matter very secret and never talked about it to me and my brother."

"So how did you know?"

"Because I saw a letter in my father's study." Carol Stamford said directly.

Jing Yu couldn't help but think that this girl seemed to like to go to her father's study and chuckle, but she didn't say this, but continued to listen to her.

"I was still very young at that time. When I went to my father's study to find him to play, I found that the person was not there. There was a letter on the desk. The letter had been taken out and put it aside. I opened it and looked at it. It seemed that there was a letter from someone called "Glen Lake" or "Glengeck" and asked my father how to deal with the thing "Atlantis". It asked my father if he had purchased the land with oil fields, so I knew it." Miss Carol Stamford said directly.

"You always remember?"

"My memory has always been very good," she said with a slight smugness, but soon the cheerful expression disappeared.

"So, Miss Stamford, why are you willing to tell me this? Your father, Mr. Ralph, may not be willing to reveal it?"

"Because I want you to help my father, I think he's completely addicted to this Atlantis world, and there seems to be something dangerous in it that makes my father weird," Carol Stamford continued.

"What's going on?"

"My father used to be a serious person. He was not like you when I was a child. At that time, my father was very thin. Later, when he didn't know how he got those 'things', he seemed to be convinced of the information inside. Not only did he have a map, but there seemed to be some weird prescription. After taking it, my father's body began to look like this, and his personality began to become weird. If he hadn't been in love with me, then I could not believe that he would be my father, it was like a different person." Carol Stamford continued.

Jing Yu continued to listen, he could not imagine Ralph Stamford's original figure, and now his only impression of this person was that he was fat as a meatball.

"So, Miss Stamford, do you think your father has changed so much, and is it because of what's inside?" Jing Yu asked.

"Yes," Carol Stamford nodded, "I never thought of this before, but when you mention 'Atlantis', I think you should be able to help my father get back to normal, and it doesn't matter even if it's a way to get us back to the kind of life in the past."

"Sorry, Miss Stamford, although I appreciate you for saying so much to me, I think it's hard for me to help you because I don't know what those 'thing' are and I don't feel able to stop your father."

Just when Jing Yu and Carol Stamford explained that they could not help, the housekeeper Andrew suddenly reminded outside that Miss Alice Herbert was visiting again.

When Carol Stamford heard the news, he had to give up first.

After Jing Yu sent her out, he took Miss Herbert to the living room. After the two of them exchanged a little greeting, Jing Yu asked curiously about the other party’s purpose.

"The paper you said has been made," Alice Herbert said to Jing Yu, "We have encountered a problem and want you to give some advice."

Since Jing Yu made many suggestions for improvement after making the typewriter prototype, Alice Herbert seemed to have become more dependent on Jing Yu. Then, at Jing Yu's suggestion last time, she began to tell Jing Yu about Jing Yu's ideas, and applied glycerin and dyed the paper mentioned by Jing Yu with very thin toughness and thickness, so this diarrhea paper was made.

"You have tried it, how effective?" Jing Yu asked. When Jing Yu heard Alice Herbert's purpose, he temporarily put the matter mentioned by Miss Stamford behind his mind. His own money-making business is even more important.

"The effect is not good, on the typewriter," said Miss Alice Herbert with some regret. Under the leadership of Todd Scott, the factory spent a lot of energy to study what Jing Yu said, but in the end there was no way. Alice took out the finished product they made and handed it to Jing Yu to hope that he could give a solution.

Jing Yu immediately found that what they made did not seem to be the kind of engraving paper for mimeographing, but rather it was more like copy paper. So he immediately clamped one between two pieces of paper and then wrote hard on it with a pen.

Alice Herbert looked at Jing Yu's movements curiously. Originally, this was designed to be used on a typewriter, typing like normal paper, and then putting it on the mimeographer to try it. However, the effect was very poor, and the printed text was not formed at all. Then she ran helplessly to find Jing Yu's help.

"I think you didn't do what I said," Jing Yu said helplessly after seeing the effect of using it, "But you made reprint paper."

He uncovered the white paper with the words written on it, and sure enough, the same words appeared on the second layer of white paper below.

Alice Herbert opened his mouth and looked at the two pieces with different colors but the handwriting was the same.

"After using two layers of paper to clamp it in the middle, you can type two pieces each time. I think it's not possible to get more." Jing Yu said to her, "You can try it."

"But, Mr. Jing, what we want is not this." Although Alice Herbert was surprised that Jing Yu immediately discovered the new usage of this thing, they have not solved the problem raised by the government agencies, which is to quickly copy the text of the same content in small batches.

"It would be great if there was a photocopier," Jing Yu thought to himself, but he later knew that there would be no such machine in this era.

"What did you say?" Alice Herbert looked at Jing Yu with some wonder.

"Ah, I didn't say anything." Jing Yu didn't know that he had already said it casually when he thought of the photocopier, and immediately covered it up. However, at the same time, a year flashed in his mind. If the copying of words cannot be achieved through photoelectricity, it seems that mechanical can also make copies.

Thinking of this, he immediately felt that if it was not a large-scale copy, but only a few copies or dozens or even more, it could be realized in this way. The principle is actually very simple. When typing for the first time, you can use the punched card to record the order of each letter, and then put the punched card in another machine after typing, and read the letters one by one and print them out automatically. In this way, a new copy will come out.
Chapter completed!