Insert (harmoniously) into the key and turn the handle.

"Dong--"

With an inaudible sound, the hair wrapped around the handle broke.

The sound was mixed with the mechanical noise of the rotating handle. If it weren't for the slightest touch of the hand, he would even think it was his auditory hallucination.

The waiter who followed Doug into the room was a little nervous. Although he was also a cruel character, this was the first time he had such an experience.

"Are you literate?" Doug asked.

"Know some." The waiter replied. The waiter, who is eighteen years old this year, has not been to school for a day. All the words he knows were learned little by little while he was working.

Without systematic learning, his knowledge structure is all fragmented.

Does the young master still have to recite the Bible with his companions?

The waiter was suddenly startled by his thoughts. He had never thought of such an operation.

"Well... OK..." Doug pondered for a while, raised his head and said, "I have a task to hand over to you."

"What task?" asked the waiter.

Half an hour later, Doug shook his sore wrist and said, "Do you understand?"

The waiter nodded hesitantly. He looked at the two posters in front of him full of rough money. He never expected that the young master had such skills.

"Just read it clearly. I'll give you a week to practice. If you can draw it well, I will give you a very considerable reward, which is much better than being a waiter. Remember, these paintings should be drawn on the wall and on the wooden board, and you must practice them well. Okay, go out."

Doug opened the door and sent the waiter out.

When the waiter was confused and thought that before the thought had happened, he heard the little master in the door ask him, "What's your name?"

“Madison.”

"Okay, Madison, you have to come on!"

After Doug finished speaking, he "bang" and locked him outside the door with two canvases.

After locking the door, Doug set the alarm clock, took off his clothes and hung them all, and laid the money box under his head and lay down.

Not long after, the teenager snore sounded.

If he had a normal rest, he wouldn't snore, but he was so tired.

It's already late at night now...

At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang.

"Dingling, Dinglingling--"

It was black all over, roughly a circle, and two alarm clocks with bells on their heads were shouting desperately.

It took a full minute to ring, and Doug, who was sleeping deeply, was woken up.

Although it took Doug a minute to wake up the alarm clock, it only took Doug thirty seconds to get up.

Doug, who was a little unwake up, entered the bathroom and took a cold shower, and immediately woke up.

Although I returned to my residence late at night due to an accidental murder yesterday, I cannot delay my trip today because of yesterday's fatigue.

After drying his body, brushing his teeth and tidying his hairstyle, Doug put on carefully maintained clothes, took out some money from the box and put it in his pocket, rearranged his anti-invasion strategy, and walked towards the printing and dyeing factory he just bought last night.

New Haven is still a little cold in the early morning. After all, it is already autumn. Although it is not as north as the Great Lakes area, it is also in the northeast corner of the American map.

The corpse pickers, who looked a little scary, pushed the "crunch, crunch" wooden cart on the streets, searching for the unlucky people who died on the street last night.

When the two corpse pickers walked past each other, one of them had only one front teeth left and the guy who was talking and leaking, "How many did you pick up today?"

"Five! Where are you?"

"Four!"

“It’s a good harvest today too!”

"It's all God's blessing! Winter will soon begin, and life will definitely be better. I won't have to lose my job this year!"

"Yes! Hahahaha!"

The two corpse pickers were talking and laughing because of today's good harvest.

Only with corpses, they will not be unemployed and will have food to eat.

For the deceased, death is a bad thing, but for them it is a good thing that can keep them alive.

Through half of the city, I walked to the printing and dyeing factory on the outskirts of the city. Smith, who died at the door last night, had been picked up.

Because he was killed by a gun, his brain was covered with all over the floor.

So he is different from those drunkards and homeless men who can't even trace any trace. Not only does he leave a bunch of white and red, but the corpse picker also uses the inferior lime blocks that can get rid of the residue as soon as he tries.

Such bodies will not be transported away directly, but will be sent to the morgue of the police station, where there will be a special forensic doctor.

Of course, like all cities in the United States, New Haven faces the problem of serious insufficient police force.

If no one reports the case, the dead person does not matter, and the dissection may not be carried out. In the end, the fertilizer that has turned into the land must be taken away.

Doug glanced at the traces left by Smith on the ground. On the other side of the street, a slightly fat figure immediately trotted when he saw Doug standing at the entrance of the factory.

The beer belly that was bulging in middle age trembled up and down with the frequency of his running.

"You...you came so early!" said the middle-aged man gasping.

His name is Freeman, and he is the technical director of the printing and dyeing factory. He and his small team are responsible for all technical issues in the printing and dyeing factory, including steam engine repair and equipment transformation.

He is also an old man who has been built in the printing and dyeing factory several years ago and has been left to the present. Now he is "late" on the first day of changing his employer. Although his new employer is just a teenager, he is still very nervous.

"Yes, I came earlier." Doug said as Freeman said, but he did not expect that Freeman became even more nervous after hearing this and was about to defend himself.

Doug had no choice but to comfort him, "Don't worry, wait until you're breathing well before talking."

Freeman didn't really relax because of Doug's comfort. He breathed heavily several times, and finally breathed evenly.

Doug asked, "How is the factory machine condition? How long will it take to start and resume production?"

"The machines are well maintained. I have to check them every day and apply oil once a week. I will start work soon!" Freeman said without any fear as before when he heard Doug's words.

He likes industrial equipment and likes to watch the mechanical bent arms and gears rumbling.

In his field, he is certainly confident!

"Okay, I order you to help me complete the mass production of new products as quickly as possible!" Doug ordered in a serious tone.

"Yes!" Freeman responded immediately.

"Oh, by the way, I changed the factory name before that and changed it to Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory." Doug said looking at the Smith Printing and Dyeing Factory's sign.
Chapter completed!