Copper is a heavy metal, and it is still understandable to use copper pots to cook as ignorance, but it is completely impossible to use patina to dye dishes.

Doug had never disrespected the intelligence of the people of his age, but he now felt that their thinking was also strange.

While he was stuffing his stomach, Madison, who was standing on the side, was also full of strangeness.

He couldn't understand why Venerable Master Doug was so extravagant, but still ate such a despicable breakfast.

Whole wheat bread, milk.

With such a configuration, a little waiter like him is suitable.

Mr. Doug ate such a breakfast, which was inevitably a bit cheap.

You must know that other rich people can't wait to eat American food for three meals a day. Rather, the ingredients and kitchenware are all from the cuisine of the world.

France, United Kingdom, Spain......

Even a grain of black pepper must be the best of India's Malabar coast.

Possible...... Doug, the little master, is different from those rotten old men?

Madison remembered stumbling upon seeing Doug's naked (harmonious) upper body, which was still thin as a young man, but not lacking in a slight bulge of muscle.

Is it because whole wheat bread and milk are healthier?

It must be so!

Thinking of this, Madison even doubted that he would be able to stand out from the competition among waiters, also because he ate whole wheat bread and drank milk every day!

Although I think of the lackluster taste, I still have some disgust and resistance. But thinking that this is the same characteristic of all human beings except for two eyes and one mouth, and there is such a "different" but the same thing as Master Doug, Madison actually felt a sense of glory from the bottom of his heart.

Doug was not satisfied with the taste of the food in his mouth either.

However, every inch of time and every inch of money, it is impossible for him to give up his unlimited money-making career and devote his limited time to the small thing of cooking.

Push yourself to chew carefully so as not to overburden your digestive system. Doug took care of all the tasteless food in front of him and said to Madison, "Call me a wagon, and then help me carry these newspapers to the cart." ”

"Yes, sir. Once again, Madison picked up the sack and obediently went to the carriage.

Doug wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief to wipe away any remaining food debris that might be present. Slowly stood up, holding a civilized stick in his left hand and a suitcase in his right hand, and arrived at the door of the hotel.

The morning sun is bright but not dazzling.

For taxi hailing, waiters have their own faster channels.

So as soon as Doug arrived at the door, a carriage stopped steadily, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Although Doug was still young, and although the carriage was not difficult to get on, Madison still served Doug to get on the car.

"Do you want me to follow you?" asked Madison.

"No, I don't. Doug said to Madison, and then to the coachman, "Go to the Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory in the East Side." ”

"Claydon Printing & Dyeing Factory?" asked the coachman.

"The original Smith Printing and Dyeing Factory. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The coachman waved the reins in his hand, and the horse, which was as powerful as one horsepower, was driven by the reins, lifted its hooves and pulled the cart.

"Sir, what are you going to do there? I heard that the old boss Smith died two days ago, oh my God! It is said that half of his head is gone! Do you want to be careful when you go there, what if it is haunted?"

Said the talkative coachman.

Doug suspects that all taxi drivers in the world love nonsense, and the taxi drivers of this era are no exception.

No one knows the truth about Smith's death better than he does.

However, he doesn't want others to know the truth, he prefers that the truth will be drowned in the long river of time.

Because of the fact that he personally shot Smith, it does not fit his personality.

He has long had a complete plan for his public image, "kind, kind, kind, generous......"

Almost every word that praises human character, he feels should be in the eyes of the public.

Even if you stand there, don't say anything, don't do anything, you shine.

What are the benefits of having such a public image?

It's fame!

What is fame for?

Fame gives Doug unparalleled prestige in the eyes of the public.

Many of the obstacles that hindered him from making super-profits would crumble in the face of fame.

He even hoped that one day he would be like the Holy See. Just print some waste paper, saying that it is an indulgence, that it can atone for all sins, and that the stupid two-legged sheep can give money with both hands and thank themselves at the same time.

Isn't that wonderful?

"Yes, I've heard that Mr. Smith seems to have died a terrible death. Doug casually agreed with the coachman's words.

The coachman let go even more when he heard the echo.

He poured out some news that he didn't know was true or false.

Doug listened to what might have sounded spam to others.

For a businessman, being well-informed or not can even determine fate.

In addition to their vampire-like behavior, the Jews were able to accumulate wealth quickly, and more importantly, they had a well-informed network.

When the Jews had been informed of the news and went to their destination to make a profit.

The local magnates, who don't even know anything, laugh at the stupid Jews for fooling around.

When they came back to their senses, they found that because of information asymmetry, huge wealth had slipped out from under their noses and into the hands of the Jews.

Although the vast majority of what the coachman said was trash talk. But Doug still sketched between the lines of his words and sketched the folk opinion of Smith's death in New Haven.

This former owner of a printing and dyeing factory has a very poor humanity and does not know how to be a man.

Although he has money, he has a bad reputation.

The simple people, in their own discussions, said the same thing as the coachman, "Mr. Smith is a good man, but unfortunately he died too late." ”

"Yes, Mr. Smith was a good man, but unfortunately he died too late. Doug chimed in.

Sigh, sigh, and the destination has arrived.

"Sir, do you need a little man to help you move this bag in?" asked the coachman, turning around, with the reins in one hand and the backrest in the other.

When he turned around now, he realized that this little old man who spoke well just now was not only speaking well. Even the clothes are very tasteful, so that he feels comfortable when he looks at it.

He even thinks that it is okay to help the little master carry things and ask for less tips.

It's a pity that before Doug could speak, stationed at the door, the security guard, who had just taken office yesterday, came over and flattered, "Boss, you're here! Let me help you move this bag of things!"

As he spoke, he picked up the sack and carried away the sack of newspapers that looked small but dead.

The coachman heard the security guard address Doug and asked curiously, "Are you the new boss here?"

Doug nodded.

The coachman looked worried, and said, "God be with you......! You ......"

"Thank you for your blessings. ”

Doug walked into the printing and dyeing factory, and the wooden door behind him slowly closed, isolating the printing and dyeing factory from the outside world.

Doug looked out at his first piece of land, and his heart was full of pride.