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

"W-"

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

The sound was mixed with the mechanical noise of the knobs, and if it weren't for the faint sensation that the hair was really broken, he would have thought it was his auditory hallucination.

The waiter who followed Doug into the room was a little nervous, although he was also a ruthless character, but this was the first time this kind of experience.

"Are you literate?" asked Doug.

"Recognize some. The waiter replied that the waiter, who is 18 years old this year, has not gone to school for a day, and all the words he knows are all learned little by little in the process of working.

Without systematic learning, his knowledge structure is full of fragments.

Did the little master still have to memorize the Bible with his companions at that time?

The waiter was suddenly taken aback by his own thoughts, he had never thought of such an operation.

"Hmm...... Okay......" Doug pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "I have a task for you. ”

"What task?" asked the waiter.

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

The waiter nodded a little hesitantly, he looked at the two posters in front of him that were full of rough money flavor, and he didn't expect that the little master would have this kind of craftsmanship.

"Just get it right, I'll give you a week to practice. If you can draw well, I'll pay you a lot more than you would as a waiter. Remember, these paintings are meant to be painted on the walls, on wooden boards, and you have to practice them well. Okay, you go out. ”

Doug opened the door to send the waiter out.

When the waiter was in a daze, thinking that what he was thinking had not happened and was already over, he heard the young man in the door ask him, "What is your name?"

"Madison. ”

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

After Doug finished speaking, he made a "bang" and shut him out of the door with two canvases.

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

It didn't take long for the young man's snoring to be heard.

He doesn't snore if he rests normally, but he's just too tired.

It's the middle of the night now......

At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock went off.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells—"

It's all black, roughly a circle, and there are two alarm clocks with bells on his head, screaming desperately.

It rang for a full minute before Doug, who was deep asleep, was woken up.

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

Doug, who didn't wake up a little, went into the bathroom and took a cold shower, and the whole person immediately woke up.

Although I didn't return to my residence until late at night yesterday because of an accidental murder, I can't delay today's trip because of yesterday's exhaustion.

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

It's still a bit chilly in New Haven in the morning, it's autumn after all, and it's not as north as the Great Lakes region, but it's also in the northeast corner of the U.S. map.

Scary-looking corpse pickers push crunch, creak, creak, wooden carts through the streets looking for the hapless ghosts who died on the streets last night.

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

"Five! What about you?"

"Four!"

"It's a good day too!"

"God willing! It's going to be winter soon, life will definitely be better, and you won't have to be unemployed this year!"

"yes!

As the two corpse pickers spoke, they burst out laughing because of today's good harvest.

As long as there are corpses, they will not be unemployed, they will have food.

For the dead, death is a bad thing, but for them it is a good thing to keep them alive.

Walk through half of the city to the printing and dyeing factory on the outskirts of the city. Smith, who died at the door last night, has been picked up.

Because he was killed by a headshot with a firearm, his brain was smeared on the ground again.

So unlike the drunkards and homeless who couldn't trace anything, not only did he leave a pile of white and red ones, but the corpse pickers also traced him with a lump of lime that was so bad that it fell off with a single force.

Such bodies are not taken away, but are taken to the morgue of the police station, where a special forensic doctor is in charge.

Of course, New Haven, like all cities in the United States, faces a severe shortage of police.

If no one reports the crime, the dead person does not matter, the autopsy is not necessarily carried out, and in the end it is still necessary to pull away the fertilizer that has become the land.

Doug glanced at the traces left by Smith on the ground, and on the other side of the street, a slightly fat figure saw Doug standing at the door of the factory, and immediately trotted up.

The middle-aged beer belly vibrates up and down with the frequency of his running.

"You...... You're so early!" said the middle-aged man, panting.

His name is Freeman, and he was the former head of technology at the printing and dyeing factory. He and his small team are responsible for all technical aspects of the printing and dyeing factory, including steam engine repairs, equipment modifications, etc.

He is also an old man who has been left behind by the printing and dyeing factory a few years ago, and now he is "late" on the first day of changing owners, although the new owner is just a teenager, but he is still very nervous.

"yes, I came a little early. Doug followed Freeman's words, but he didn't expect Freeman to become more nervous after hearing this, and he was about to open his mouth to defend himself.

Doug had no choice but to comfort, "Don't worry, wait until your breath is even." ”

Freeman didn't really relax because of Doug's comfort, he breathed heavily a few times, and finally evened out his breath.

Doug asked, "How's the condition of the factory machines, and how long will it take to start and resume production?"

"The machines are all very well maintained, I have to check them every day, I have to refuel them once a week, and I'll be up and running in no time!" Freeman said when he heard Doug's words, without the slightest trembling just now.

He loves industrial equipment and watching mechanical crank arms and gears rumble.

In his field, of course, he is confident!

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

"Yes!" Freeman replied.

"Oh, by the way, before that, we changed the name of the factory to Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory. Doug said, looking at the sign of the Smith Printing and Dyeing Factory.

"Yes!"