Bi Sheng was here. It took everything Kazi had not to get up and shake his hand.
"Oh." Blink, blink. Bi Sheng flipped through another page of the patents, reading quickly. "Ohh."
When Kazi was a young, fresh child servant, he snuck to the library and scoured every book there. It didn't matter the context or the language or if it was fiction or non-fiction; he wanted to read. He wanted to stimulate his brain. Learn new things. Discover unknown lands and inventions. And as a child, he had his favourites; history, mythology, inventions, and the people that made those inventions.
Kazi took a liking to a specific type of inventor. Not the rigs-to-riches types, no. Those stories didn't move him because they were an obvious outcome. Kazi himself would follow that route in years to come. What impressed his child self were the geniuses that did great things and yet in spite of their greatness were tossed aside. Forgotten. Treated like trash.
