Copper is a heavy metal. It can be understood as ignorance when cooking with a copper pot, but it is completely impossible to dye dishes with patina.

Doug never had the idea of ​​disrespecting the IQ of people of this era, but he now thinks that their thinking is also very clear.

While he was filling his stomach, Madison, who was standing beside him, was also full of strangeness.

He couldn't understand why the noble Master Doug was so generous, but he still had such a despicable breakfast.

Whole wheat bread, milk.

With such a configuration, a young waiter like him is suitable.

Mr. Doug's breakfast is a bit cheaper.

You should know that other rich people want to avoid eating local American food for three meals a day. Instead, the ingredients and kitchen utensils come from delicacies around the world.

France, Britain, Spain...

Even a single black pepper must be the top product on the coast of Malabar, India.

Maybe... this little master Doug is different from those decadent masters?

Madison remembered that he accidentally saw Doug's (harmonious) naked upper body. Although he still had the thinness of a young man, he did not lack the slight bulge of his muscles.

Is it because whole wheat bread and milk are healthier?

This must be the case!

When Madison thought of this, he even suspected that he could stand out from the competition among waiters because he ate whole wheat bread and drinks milk every day!

Although I still feel a little disgusted and resisted when I think of the lackluster smell. But when I think of this, I have such a "different" but the same thing as Mr. Doug, Madison actually feels glorious from the bottom of my heart.

Doug was not satisfied with the taste of the food in his mouth.

However, every inch of time is worth every inch of money. He cannot give up his unlimited career of making money and devote his limited time to the small matter of cooking.

Force yourself to chew carefully to avoid overloading the burden on the digestive system. Doug solved all the tasteless food in front of him and said to Madison, "Call me a carriage, and then help me move these newspapers to the carriage."

"Okay, sir." Madison once again carried the sack and went to find the carriage obediently.

Doug wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief to wipe away the possible residual food residue. He stood up slowly, held a civilized stick in his left hand and carried a suitcase in his right hand, and arrived at the door of the hotel.

The morning sun is bright but not dazzling.

When it comes to taxi-hailing, waiters have their own faster channels.

So as soon as Doug arrived at the door, a carriage stopped there steadily, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Although Doug is still young and it is not difficult to get on the carriage, Madison still serves Doug as he gets on the carriage.

"Do you use me to follow you?" Madison asked.

"No," Doug said to Madison, and then said to the coachman, "Go to the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory in East City."

"Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory?" asked the coachman.

“The original Smith Printing and Dyeing Factory.”

"Okay, sir."

The coachman waved the reins in his hand, and the horse with a horse-powered power was driven by the reins, lifted his hooves and pulled the car.

"Sir, what are you going there? I heard that the original boss Smith died two days ago. My God! It is said that half of your head is gone! Do you need to be careful when you go there? What if you get haunted?"

The talkative coachman said.

Doug suspected that all taxi drivers around the world like to talk nonsense, and taxi drivers of this era were no exception.

No one knows the truth better than Smith's death.

However, he did not want others to know the truth, he also wanted the truth to be drowned in the long river of time.

Because he personally shot Smith's headshot, it did not fit his personality.

He had long had a complete plan for his public image, "kind, kind, kind, generous..."

He felt that he should have almost all the words that praise human character.

Even if I stand there, I don’t say anything or do anything, and I shine with light.

What are the benefits of having such a public image?

It's fame!

What's the use of fame?

Fame can give Doug an unparalleled prestige in the eyes of the public.

Many obstacles that hinder him from obtaining excess profits will collapse in the face of fame.

He even hopes that one day he will be like the Holy See. He will only print waste paper and say that it is a guilty pledge to redeem all sins, and will make the foolish two-legged sheep give money with both hands, and also thank himself.

How wonderful it is, isn't it?

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Smith seemed to die miserably." Doug casually said in line with the coachman's words.

The coachman was even more relieved when he heard the echo.

He exposes some news that he doesn't know whether it is true or false, just like an eloquent.

Doug listened to these messages that others heard, might be spam.

For a businessman, whether it is well-informed or not determines his destiny.

The Jews can quickly accumulate their families and get rich. In addition to their actions like vampires, the more important thing is that they have a well-informed message network.

When the Jews had already learned the news and went to their destination to make profits.

The local tyrants didn't even know anything about it, mocking the stupid Jews for being foolish.

When they came to their senses, they realized that because of information asymmetry, huge wealth had slipped from under their noses into the hands of the Jews.

Although most of what the coachman said was trash talk, Doug still outlined the New Haven folk view on Smith's death from between the lines.

This former printing and dyeing factory owner has a poor human nature and can't be a human being.

Although it is rich, the reputation is very poor.

The simple people said the same words as the coachman on their own discussions, "Mr. Smith is a good man, but unfortunately he died too late."

"Yes, Mr. Smith is a good man, but unfortunately he died too late." Doug echoed.

As I sighed, my destination arrived.

"Master, do you need someone to move this bag of things into you?" The coachman turned around, holding the reins in one hand and holding the backrest in the other.

When he turned around, he realized that this young master who just spoke nicely not only spoke nicely, but even his clothes were very tasteful, which made him feel comfortable when he saw it.

He even thought it would be fine to help the young master move things less.

Unfortunately, before Doug could speak, he was stationed at the door. The security guard who had just taken office yesterday came over and said in a coquettish manner, "Boss, you are here! Let me carry this bag of things for you!"

As he said that, he carried the sack and carried away a bag of newspapers that looked small but were dead.

The coachman heard the security guard's name for Doug and asked curiously, "Are you the new boss here?"

Doug nodded.

The coachman said with a worried look, "May God be with you! Now everyone buys British goods...you..."

"Thank you for your blessing."

Doug walked into the printing and dyeing factory, and the wooden door behind him slowly closed, isolating the printing and dyeing factory from the outside world.
Chapter completed!