The expected explosion did not come, and Tom and Ram came out of the hut not long after.

However, Ram had a lot of small things on his body, and after glancing at it, Doug decided to let him ride in another carriage when he returned.

"If you have time, come and play with me. If these little things don't satisfy you, it won't be long before I'll have big babies here!"

Ram nodded slightly, and when he moved a little, there would be a clanging sound on his body.

"Alright, Tinker when we're gone. Doug said to Ram.

The reason why he brought Ram to meet Tom was mainly based on the functional positioning of the two people, and the two of them will definitely have a not weak intersection in the future.

In this case, it is better to know now than to be abruptly familiar in the future. When there is no stake, let the two people have more contact.

Although the personalities and upbringing of the two are very different, the two seem to be quite happy to know each other.

Doug sat in his carriage and looked back at the carriage behind him, faintly seeing Ram inside through the window behind the coachman.

However, it is a pity that he did not give the two of them more time to socialize, because he is going back now to build the framework of the White Rock Company first.

No matter what era you are, setting up a company is not a difficult task.

The hard part is how to make this company survive and survive better and better.

Like the printing and dyeing factories that produced Monopoly and the dye factories that produced synthetic dyes, Shiraishi was a novel and unique business.

Novelty is destined to be unique, and uniqueness is destined to be strange.

The vast majority of arms buyers do not feel that mere guidance has any technical content or significance.

That's right, the private use of weapons, at most, is one-on-one, one-to-many, many-to-many battles.

Although it seems to be a lively scene, it is not necessarily orderly.

The secret to surviving in such a chaotic scene is to have good marksmanship and shrinkage.

Is marksmanship easy to teach?

Good marksmanship is difficult to teach, one is to look at the individual's talent, and the other is to look at the number of shots. A person with very good talent wants to become a sharpshooter, and he also needs countless bullets to be fed.

And shrinking this skill mainly depends on the individual's personality.

Some people like to shrink, and if a fight can not come out, he may keep shrinking. Such a person may not have a good reputation, but he will definitely live a long time.

What training do they need for these private fighters?

No need.

Strategy and tactics?

For the use of weapons in different scenarios?

For the vast majority of them who are lone rangers, they may be gathered together because of the bounty mission. Not to mention working together, it is difficult to trust each other.

Therefore, Shiraishi's main customers seem to be mainly military customers.

However, regardless of the state corps, or the militia regiment, at the moment the Winchester Arms Company has not opened the gap.

Besides, wouldn't it be a joke to convince them that Shiraishi Security could teach them useful knowledge?

Back in downtown New Haven, Doug did not go to the printing and dyeing factory on the outskirts of the city, but to the headquarters of Bank of America in the heart of the city.

The first floor of Bank of America's headquarters has been locked.

Complex locks, although it is impossible to prevent all those who want to steal, can prevent and filter most people.

If Doug wants to enter the second floor, he has to open a few locks through a hidden side door before he can go up.

He was accompanied by Ram, followed by Williams at Bank of America headquarters and a very capable young man who looked to be in his early twenties. His name is Gawain, and he is the right-hand man of the mayor of New Haven.

What once belonged to William's president's office now belongs to Doug.

The whole room still looked golden, not because of Doug's luxury, but because he was frugal and did not redecorate.

The only difference from William's time was that the aphrodisiac sofa was removed and replaced with an ordinary leather sofa.

"Sit down, everybody. Doug said as he lit the fireplace with his own hands and threw a wooden petal into it.

Gawain first found a place to sit down, followed by Ram, and then Williams.

The bonfire not only raises the temperature in the room a lot, but also brings a lot of light.

However, the light was not stable, and it was not as good as the candle burning on the table.

However, even though it is already a relatively expensive candle, there will still be black smoke coming out from time to time, and the brightness is only at the average level.

Not to mention the electric light of the future, just to want the people present to see each other clearly, three candles were lit on the table at the same time.

Only then will Doug understand that there are so many candles lit in those modern Western movies, not because they are wasteful, but because there is no way to do it.

It can be seen that kerosene lamps can make a poor boy quickly rise to the top of the richest in the United States, driven by strong demand pain points.

However, at this time, Doug did not want to make kerosene lamps.

Kerosene lamps can be made, but they need to be unified between the north and the south.

Otherwise, even if you make it, you can only make a small amount of money.

Can the industrial slaves in the north afford kerosene lamps and lamp oil?

The plantation owners in the south could light bright oil lamps, but how could their slaves use oil lamps?

Therefore, Doug didn't think much of it, but turned his energy back to the other three people in the room.

Gawain, the secretary of the mayor of New Haven, sat on the sofa with only half of his ass, and his straight body leaned forward slightly, which made people think he was serious.

Ram, who was beside him, was sitting on the sofa, although he didn't move, but he could see that he felt uncomfortable.

Williams, who was sitting on Doug's side, was not very nervous but not very relaxed, and Doug could even tell from the layers of dark circles under his eyes how many days he hadn't slept well.

Doug didn't speak in a hurry, no one in the room spoke, and the only sound in the air could be heard of firewood bursting out of the fireplace.

Doug took out a plate from under the coffee table, which was filled with orange citrus, which looked even more orange under the reflection of the orange fire and candlelight.

"Don't you think winter should be the season for citrus?" Doug took the lead in picking up a citrus, holding it in his left hand, and inserting the first knuckle of his right index finger into the chrysanthemum of the citrus, peeling off the skin of the citrus in three or two clicks.