When Oliver left the New Haven Hotel, the sun had already set, and the whale oil in the lampshade of the street lamp emitted the unpleasant smell of burning animal fat, and a few sparks burst out from time to time.

A cool breeze blew, and Oliver, who was against the wind, wrapped his clothes tightly.

The expression on his face was far less "vivid" than when he faced Doug, and he showed a thoughtful expression with a frown on his face as he walked.

Oliver Winchester's past is far more complicated than Doug knows.

He was the sixth generation descendant of John Winchester, the "pioneer of the New World" who arrived in the Americas in 1636.

Oliver Winchester, who has such blood, should have been lying on the merit book and eating the shadow of his ancestors.

Unfortunately, when he was young, his father died unexpectedly, and the family property was taken over by his father's brother, and he and his mother brother had to fend for themselves.

As a result, he worked as an apprentice gunsmith, worked as a shoemaker and for a long time as a garment worker.

Years of wandering have made him different from ordinary American residents who live a stable life. Unlike those who live a stable life, he feels that the city other than his own residence is unfamiliar with other cities that are even close to him.

He has a much broader vision, and he had an ambition when he was making ready-to-wear shirts. That is, if every man in the United States needs two shirts a year, the annual shirt sales market will be as high as more than 20 million.

And even if he only owns 100% of the market, he can sell 100,000 shirts in ten years.

It's a pity that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is not.

Although the railroad is constantly expanding like a steel beast, the vast majority of cities and towns in the United States are still not connected by railroad.

The parts that are not connected are like islands, living a self-sufficient life.

Oliver's shirt factory in New Haven was only sold to New England.

This is where the competition for industrial goods is fiercest.

And he is still engaged in light industry with the lowest threshold.

The failure of his first venture allowed him to accumulate lessons.

With the surplus from the sale of garment factories, he targeted the arms manufacturing industry and founded the New Haven Arms Company.

Although he himself had been apprenticed as a gunsmith for a year, this did not play much of a role in the production of weapons.

Since inventor Eli Whitnett opened the era of standardized large-scale production of firearms driven by water conservancy, mass-produced standardized firearms have replaced handmade, craftsman-like, "unique, high-quality" gunsmith firearms.

In fact, what really benefits Oliver is his management experience, how to keep workers from being lazy, how to produce as many guns as possible with limited material costs, time costs, and labor costs.

It all went well, and the problem he had was that the guns were not the same as the shirts, not necessities.

The guns he produced, because they wanted to bypass the patents of other companies, were not common to the mainstream firearm parts on the market, resulting in unsalable.

True, he fell twice in the same place from commodity to currency.

And his encounter with Doug was really a coincidence?

When Oliver first saw the board game "Monopoly", he was very impressed that such a useless thing could make Yale students obsessed.

And the next series of marketing in downtown New Haven made him realize that although the product "Monopoly" is not necessary, the people who run him are very capable.

found out the daily routine of Doug, the designer of "Monopoly", and at a suitable time and a suitable place, he met Doug appropriately.

Originally, he just wanted to gain Doug's publicity skills and get some investment by the way.

Having Doug take a stake in his own company was a complete accident.

When Doug was about to leave, he thought a lot about it, and confirmed that Doug would not pose a substantial threat to his company, and the benefits that could be brought to him were large enough, before he opened his mouth to stop Doug, who was pretending to leave, and accepted the offer of shares.

The reason why he judged that Doug would not be a threat to him was simple.

In his opinion, Doug was a complete opportunist.

Opportunists can certainly make huge gains, but the same huge risks can also make them easily bankrupt.

And in Oliver's understanding, Doug Claydon doesn't even have a penny of his personal wealth.

All the money he has comes from loans from Black Eagle Bank.

This made his risk index soar even faster.

And all of Doug's propaganda for the New Haven Arms Company's products came from the non-rusty alloy formula he mastered.

Eventually, the two became people with common interests.

In his mind, Doug was just a child, a child with some little cleverness and little luck.

The battle between the cunning little fox and the old hunter will surely belong to him, the old hunter.

After Oliver Winchester left, only Doug and McGill were left in his room.

Once again, Doug silently wrote down the imperfect stainless steel formula and said to McGill, "This formula will also help me apply for a patent as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, boss. McGill replied, and after his subordinates asked rhetorically, "Boss, do you think this Oliver is unreliable too?"

Doug rubbed his temples and said, "Of course it's not reliable. The acting was so stupid that they took me for a fool. ”

"Then why did you take a stake in his company?" McGill continued to ask tentatively. After working for Doug these days, he noticed a lot of differences in the small boss he is now, and he couldn't help but want to know more.

"How can there be so many reliable people? The United States is very big, and all of them are for profit. Doug opened his hand to block the light, and sighed as he watched the light leak from between his fingers.

McGill stopped when he heard this, and asked no more.

When McGill left, Doug called the waiter, Madison, and instructed, "Help me investigate Oliver Winchester's past and don't let him find out." ”

"Yes!" Madison replied with some excitement.

The moment he heard Doug's command, he knew that his hard work to gather information was not in vain, and that Master Doug really needed a pair of brighter eyes and a clearer pair of ears.

Doug took out a few pieces of money and handed them to Madison, "Funds." ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission! Your bath water is ready!"

With Madison out of the room and warm water pouring over his head, Doug began to sort out the people he had come into contact with that day, trying to build a network of characters.

In a small city like New Haven, the seemingly unrelated characters are often not unrelated.

Domino effect.

It's just that now, no matter how hard Doug tries to conceive it, he can only look like a blind man touching an elephant, depicting an elephant's leg in a clumsy way.