"Mr. Doug......" Oliver rubbed his hands, not knowing what to say.

The four years of unhappiness and today's encounter have made the once proud Oliver a little restrained.

Doug looked at his shortness of breath and smiled, raised his cane and said, "How about we go to the café over there and talk?"

Oliver didn't answer immediately, his small eyes, which were already a little dim, staring at Doug's cane.

His voice trembled a little and said, "You...... Can you show me it?"

Doug glanced sideways at Allen to confirm that he was safe and sound, and then slowly handed over the civilization stick in his hand.

Oliver began to caress from the root of the civilization stick, and the more he touched it, the more anxious he became, but he still patiently shook his hand and touched every millimeter.

"You...... You're a great gun!" an unconscious compliment came out of Oliver's mouth.

Before Doug could reply, Alan's eyebrows rose fifty-five degrees.

"A gun, this cane is a gun?" he had always said less and done more, and he couldn't help but ask.

He remembered that when Doug had been with the captain just now, there was always a hand holding the staff, and he had only thought it was precious. How could it have been imagined that it was actually a lethal thermal weapon?

"It's a gun! It's a good gun!" Oliver complimented obsessively.

Doug, who didn't want too many people to know his hole cards, whispered, "Let's talk to someone with fewer people." ”

Oliver walked in the lead, closed his right eye, and pointed the muzzle of the muzzle at the bottom of the civilization stick at his left eye, admiring the rifling on the inside of the barrel.

Doug was behind him, a little far away from him, for fear that this middle-aged man, who was a little chubby, would accidentally shoot himself and splash his brains.

Alan followed last, although he was still nominally protecting Doug's safety, but at this moment, almost seventy percent of his attention was on guarding against Doug.

Allen, who has too little knowledge and doesn't know that the cane is a gun, suffers a secret loss, and secretly thinks about how to explain to his boss when he goes back.

"Hey, what are you going to do? You can't go in!"

In front of the narrow gap between the two buildings, a homeless man stopped the three Doug as they tried to break in.

Allen, who was already annoyed, did not give the homeless man a chance to speak again, strode forward and grabbed the homeless man's greasy, black and hard neck, and shook it so hard that even the flies on his body fell to the ground and fainted.

Into the depths of the cramped alleys, the afternoon sun could not reach them, leaving only half of the shadows on the high walls.

"Boom!"

It's not the sound of guns firing.

Instead, Oliver didn't pay attention to the road ahead, and the handle of his cane slammed into the wall, the root of which hit the door of his head.

"What is your name, this gentleman who needs investment?"

"Oliver, my name is Oliver!" Oliver replied, rubbing his head, and reluctantly turned around before hurriedly asking, "Where did you get this beauty?"

"You're interested in it?" asked Doug.

"Yes!

Doug said in a calm tone, "This was specially made for me by a friend. ”

"Please make sure you let me meet this friend of yours!"

"I think before we get there, let's talk about investing. Mr. Oliver runs a weapons manufacturing company?"

Oliver tried his best to suppress his desire to meet the cane maker, and said in a tuggy voice, "Yes, my company is called New Haven Arms Company. ”

Doug nodded.

The paradise of private enterprises, the United States, where state-owned enterprises are almost non-existent, has a large number of private enterprises with similar official names.

It's easy to understand. Even a mediocre company, with the name of the United States, can add a little trust to ordinary consumers, right?

Add to that the fact that New Haven itself is a city closely related to steel, and it's normal to have an arms company, isn't it?

"Mr. Oliver, as an investor, I would like to ask you something now. What are you going to do when you get the investment? do you want to produce weapons, or do you ......?" asked Doug.

"Bid! Get the money, I'm going to sign up for the bid to add my Winchester to the state government's arms procurement catalog!" Oliver said.

Doug nodded.

Investing is a serious matter that often requires due diligence by professionals. Conduct a thorough investigation, judgment and evaluation of the actual operating conditions of the target enterprise itself and the development prospects of the industry in which it is located.

However, like many things before, the division of labor in this era is not detailed enough, and professional things cannot be done by professional people.

However, Doug does not need to investigate, but he can also know which industries must not be bad.

Even if he really misses investing in a pig, he can make this pig fly in the wind.

It just so happens that the arms manufacturing industry is such an outlet.

And......

"Winchester?

"Winchester rifle, a rifle of my own design. Sorry I forgot to tell you, my full name is Oliver Winchester. Oliver Winchester said.

Although Doug did not know much about the history of firearms, he had heard the name of the Winchester M1887 shotgun.

This weapon produced in the 19th century was still widely used in video games in the days that followed.

I just don't know if this Winchester is that Winchester.

But does it matter?

It's a little hard for Doug to make something out of nothing, but Doug doesn't think it's a difficult thing to blow pigs into the sky.

"Mr. Winchester, may I take a tour of your factory?" said Doug, inquiringly, as he pulled his cane out of his hand.

Oliver reluctantly looked at Doug's civilized stick, then at Doug's immature expression, and said with some embarrassment, "But I need money......"

"Money is not an issue!" Doug tossed the money bag on the ground, which had been carrying it for a long time and was very tired.

The sound of the metal disc hitting was pleasant, the tightly tied bag was automatically loosened, and one of the golden gold coins jumped out and hit the tip of Doug's shoe, before he fell unwillingly.

Oliver had never seen so many gold dollars before!

The golden look seemed to reflect his eyes.

"Mr. Doug, I ...... I'll take you to my factory!"

"Okay, let's go now. Doug turned to Allen, who was witnessing everything, and said, "Mr. Allen, I think you can confirm that I'm safe now." Your mission is complete, help me say hello to the captain. ”

Doug stooped down to pick up the gold coin at his feet and picked up the money bag on the ground.

With a hot weapon civilization stick in one hand and a money bag full of gold coins in the other, he headed towards the New Haven Arms Company under the leadership of Winchester.