The rain soaked through the clothes, and the clothes, which were already a little heavy, now carried the weight of the rain, and became even heavier.

When Doug walked to the door of the Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory, his lips were a little white from the cold.

Bored looking at Nathan outside the window on a rainy day, he suddenly saw Doug standing at the gate, didn't bother to take the umbrella, rushed out as soon as possible, and helped Doug to the house.

Light the fireplace.

Dry firewood, crackling, bursting out of the spark.

Because of the rain, the chimney could not exhaust smoke properly.

While the room was slightly filled with smoke and dust, it gradually warmed up.

Nathan didn't speak, he could see that the boss was in a bad mood, he just used a towel made of top Indian long-staple cotton to dry all the bare skin for the boss.

But even after he did everything he could, Doug's lips didn't turn red, and his body still shivered.

Under the chair where Doug was sitting, a large pool of water had accumulated.

"Boss, you need a change of clothes!" said Nathan, opening his mouth.

"Hmm......" Doug replied as he lost focus in his eyes and stared blankly at the virtual fire.

Nathan looked around, this is the gatehouse, which is guarded, not without extra clothes, but not with Doug's identity.

The honorable factory owner is not allowed to wear the clothes of a man under any circumstances.

But where to go for the boss's clothes?

Although the boss has lived in the printing and dyeing factory since a few days ago, how can he enter his house casually as a security guard?

After thinking about it, Nathan made a decision, and he shouted in a loud voice not far from Doug, "You need to go back to your room and change into dry clothes." You're going to get sick now!"

"Sick?" Doug reacted suddenly.

This is not the era of modern medicine and the popularization of modern medicine in the future.

Even if you have money and can cure the disease, you will have to suffer a lot of drunkenness.

"Change your clothes!" Doug said as he barely lifted his spirits.

Nathan propped up a cowhide umbrella, and despite the fact that he was half outside the umbrella and his wet body, he did his best to protect Doug with the umbrella and prevent him from being rained down to half a drop.

Doug's makeshift home in the dyeing factory is right next to his office.

The first floor of the office is the temporary production workshop.

Ever since the two of them entered the workshop, an eye fell on them.

Due to the lack of dye, Ross had ordered a reduction in the speed of production.

The female workers who had been adapted to high-speed production were now able to produce at a slow speed, to the extent that even if they turned their heads to look at Doug and Nathan, the work in their hands would still not be a problem.

However, it's one thing to make mistakes, it's another thing to have an attitude in front of a big boss.

Ross glanced at him, and several captains immediately began to clean up the production discipline.

Rose trotted over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just need to go up and get dressed. Doug pushed away Nathan, who was holding him, and walked upstairs himself.

Nathan didn't dare to hold on to Doug anymore, but he still followed him.

Rose, who reported directly to Doug, also followed.

When Doug pulls out the key and unscrews the lock, Nathan realizes how modest his boss lives is.

It was so simple that the whole room was too empty, except for the floor and ceiling, there were four walls and doors on the wall, and there was only one bed that seemed very empty.

"I'm fine, you guys get out. Oh, Nathan, you can help me boil a pot of boiling water, and put it at the door of the room. ”

Doug waited for Nathan and Rose to go out before he unloaded all his clothes, wiped his body clean with a plush cotton towel, and put on a set of dry clothes.

Because this house, when it was built, there was no thought about the needs of people.

Therefore, there is no fireplace and no stove.

However, twice the water that was bubbling white and fell into the stomach, which still warmed the body from the inside out.

Doug had just felt some recovery, and the rain outside the window had not stopped, and Madison appeared in front of him in a little panic.

"Boss, our Monopoly can't sell Misto's Monopoly!

Now there are several more stores asking for returns!"

Seeing Madison, whose shoulders were all wet, Doug first said, "Drink a cup of hot water first." ”

Then he fell silent, knuckle of his right index finger, clasped the chair, and weighed it a little.

"It's not a problem that the store doesn't sell our Monopoly. You should know the newsboys, you can find a group of newsboys to sell our Monopoly.

You can even get them to come to your door.

But...... Before we can do this, we have one more thing to do, you come with me. ”

Doug led Madison, who still had half a cup of hot water in his hand, to a not very large storeroom.

The storeroom was full of sacks.

Doug untied the rope at the mouth of a sack, revealing a colorful paper ticket.

"This ...... Is this a bank note?" Madison, who had been exposed to all forms of consumption for many years, instantly recognized these as bank notes.

He looked at the amount and estimated how many dollars it would be worth if all the sacks in this room contained bank notes!

Although he had not studied mathematics systematically, his mouth was dry just thinking about it.

In an instant, he was greedy.

"If all this money is my ......"

"The money is in such a humble house, and if it is less, it can be said that the rats have eaten it......"

……

Countless thoughts ran through Madison's mind.

However, just as he was about to lose control of himself, Doug said, "These are void bank notes. ”

"All null and void?" Madison repeated.

"It's all null and void. If they're not scrapped, why should I pile them up here and open a printing and dyeing factory to make Monopoly?"

Doug asked rhetorically.

Even though Madison kept hinting in his heart that this was a voided bank note, he walked to the sack with trembling hands, picked up a bank note, and exhaled deeply when he saw that it was indeed invalidated.

"These are void bank notes, why do you keep them?" Madison asked.

Doug took out a wad of money, held it in his left hand and slapped it on his right hand and said, "Who hates money?

Is the token used in Misto's "Monopoly" a bank note? No.

They just use plain paper.

And we've got a bank note here for scrap, Madison, which one do you think sells better!"

"Of course it's ours!" Madison said, remembering his own embarrassment.

"Yes, of course it's ours. ”