"Drake?" Doug asked.

He pulled his clothes tightly and walked towards the door of the printing and dyeing factory.

The sticky snowflakes that are not too cold fall on the ground and are crushed by the mixing ruts of human feet, and become sticky and slippery.

Nathan was trotting in front of Doug, with mud dots on the back of his trousers.

When I arrived at the door, Drake was there.

There were three people at the door, except Drake, the remaining two were Allen who acted as Doug's bodyguard and a strange man.

Although this strange man, wearing dark clothes, looked calm. However, his inadvertent exposure of his pocket watch in his arms still made him reveal his bottom.

Although it is like a derogatory term, it will not be wrong most of the time.

The essence of man is the sum of all social relations.

A person's clothes and appearance not only demonstrates his taste, but also shows the genes inherited from his parents and grandparents. It also represents a person's work, occupation, class and other information.

A person with calluses is most likely to be a low-class person.

Therefore, when Doug was still a little homeless man, even though his mind was full of information that was ahead of this era, he still had to use the first money he earned to buy the best clothes he could buy.

Like the person in front of me who seems simple but uses a pocket watch to reveal his identity...

Doug judged his purpose in his heart.

"Hey! Brother Doug!" Drake saw Doug and immediately came over and gave Doug a bear hug.

Doug also patted Drake on the back and said, "Brother Drake!"

When the two separated, Doug Real sighed, "Suddenly the weather became cold," and then continued, "Who is this gentleman?"

"This is Mr. Carlton, who is engaged in the dye trade." Drake only talked about the industry he was engaged in when he repeated the names of the people around him for the second time.

"Dyes? Dyes are a big business! Whether it is paint paint on the wall, products from my printing and dyeing factory, or even the clothes each of us wear, what does not require dye?

Mr. Carlton's clothes are so tasteful that he must be a dye tycoon!

It’s a great honor to know you!”

Doug said with a scathing expression.

When he first heard "Carlton", he had no reaction, but the second time it was different.

The main competitor of Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory is a company called Mitos.

Doug, the two founders of Mitos Manufacturing Company, knew each other, Gilbert, who was the founder of a Yale Medical School student, and his middle name was "Carlton".

Let’s think about it again. When Doug’s printing and dyeing factory just opened, Gilbert gave Doug a gift of twenty barrels of dye. With the subsequent dye closure, everything makes sense.

"I can't say I'm a dye tycoon. I don't produce dyes, I just made a slight contribution to the handling of dyes." Carlton said modestly.

Doug did not respond, but turned around and said, "The weather outside is so bad, so let's go to my office to chat. Nathan! Help me light the fireplace in the office!"

"yes!"

Nathan's trot turned into a big trot, and the mud spots were thrown from the legs of the pants to the back of his head.

Doug looked at the spots behind him and inexplicably thought of "101 Loyal Dog". He shook his head slightly. This attentive guy, if he was really a loyal dog, might be really good.

While leading the way, Doug asked casually, "Is Gilbert's company okay?"

"Ji..." Carlton just made a sound and suddenly swallowed the words behind him, as if he hadn't said anything just now, and continued to follow Doug.

Drake seemed to have not noticed this scene, like a curious baby, looking around at the interior of the printing and dyeing factory.

"This is where Monopoly is produced." Doug introduced when he walked to the first floor of the workshop.

He doesn't mind seeing these things that are enough for people to see.

Once any tangible and intangible technology is explored, it will inevitably spread no matter how it is organized.

For example, any nuclear power recognizes the nuclear non-proliferation treaty.

The current production workshop of "Monopoly" is just ordinary in Doug's own words.

If someone comes here to take a look, they will carry it all over. After Doug's production line is upgraded to a steam-powered assembly line, they will wait to suffer a loss.

Arrive at Doug's office on the second floor.

Nathan, the spotted dog who had taken the lead, had already lit the fireplace.

The logs that are neither thick nor thin are burning quietly in the fire.

"Just sit here." Doug said.

When he wanted to pour water for the four guests, he saw that there were only three cups with lids on the table. He was stunned for a moment and said a little embarrassedly, "I don't know where the lid of the cup is gone."

Doug poured the hot water from the thermos and asked Carlton, "What's the matter with you, please find me through Drake?"

Carlton smiled very implicitly and restrainedly, "I believe Mr. Doug must know that most of the dyes on the market are natural dyes. Whether it is our clothes or your factory. If you use natural dyes, their source comes from the whole world.

From the plantation where dye crops were planted, we were transported to us from thousands of miles away.

In Europe a few years ago, chemists synthesized artificial dyes.

This purple artificial dye is even more popular with the Queen of England.

There is no longer a huge plantation, just a small factory, and the energy source is to continuously produce dyes.

Even, if possible, you can set up a factory directly where dyes are needed, saving a lot of transportation costs.

But, the arrogant British company has no intention of setting up a factory in our United States.

However, I heard that you seem to have prepared synthetic dyes.

May I ask, can I obtain exclusive agency rights for your dyes?”

Carlton went around for a long time and finally returned to the topic he was going to talk about.

When Doug saw Carlton in circles, he always remembered the rumors that he heard when he was a child that “white people can’t go around circles”.

Now it seems that white people still go around in circles.

Some people think that white people don’t go around in circles, but they just feel that it’s unnecessary for these people.

If humans train monkeys in circus, they don’t give direct orders. Will they still be the evolutionary theory with monkeys?

"Exclusive agency?" Doug asked back.
Chapter completed!