Nathan, a security guard in a brown linen jacket, walked with weight in front of him, and Doug Claydon slowly walked up the stairs behind him.

The female worker on the first floor saw Doug's figure through the crack in the door.

A chattering voice began to talk about Doug.

"Did you see, our boss just went upstairs!"

"You don't need to say it, we've seen it too!"

"What do you think the boss told us to paint these cloths for? These things can make money? I see! This thing will not only lose money, but also lose a lot of money! I don't know how long we will be paid!"

After she finished speaking, Rose, who was drawing patterns on the cloth with a single glance, knocked his knuckles on the table a few times and said, "Grace, is it your job to chew the root of your tongue?"

Grace looked at Rose, who was younger than herself, and did not stand up to her, and although she stuck out her tongue in protest, she fell silent.

Twenty-four hours have passed since Doug taught them how to paint canvases yesterday, including Rose.

Progress varies from person to person.

For example, Ross has been able to reproduce almost 100% of the example left by Doug.

Some female workers get a canvas and start drawing from a corner, and find that the pattern is only halfway drawn, and the canvas has already been filled, and there is no place to draw other patterns.

There are also female workers who look like the same thing at a glance, even though they have all the patterns they should have. But if you look closely at the handwriting on it, you find that the vast majority of the words are not where they should be.

If the painting process demonstrated by Doug at the time is defined as a standard process, then Ross is the only one of the six women who can strictly follow it.

The vast majority of the six women workers are ordinary people, who do not have the ability to create, and who do not even have the ability to do basic things well.

There is also a lack of awareness of standardization and process.

If you train them for a year, let them do only one thing for the rest of their lives. They might be able to get it right.

It's a pity that time waits for no one.

Doug has no patience, and he has no feelings for the craftsman spirit of doing only one thing in his life.

Doug was upstairs sorting out the newspapers that the waiter had collected for him, not knowing what was going on downstairs.

The United States of America, while it may sound like a whole, has in fact maintained a high degree of autonomy since its founding.

As a result, the United States lacks a media outlet of a national nature.

Even the New York Times, which has just changed its name for more than two years, reports only regional news in and around New York.

Therefore, in order to grasp the actual situation in the United States, it is necessary to read as many newspapers as possible.

Doug didn't have this before, and now he has to make up for it.

A sack of newspapers may seem like a lot, but if you master the scientific classification method and sift through useful information, you won't waste a lot of time.

It took Doug less than three hours to get the newspaper roughly ready.

According to the three points of time, region and industry category as dimensions, the information is classified for him to browse when he has time.

Doug shouldn't be doing these things, but now that he's just starting out and lacks talent, he's going to have to do it himself.

Put the newspaper in the cabinet and read it when you have time. Doug left the office that had once belonged to Smith.

The dome of the workshop is very high, and there are large openings in the middle and upper parts of the walls, through which sunlight shines in, and through a series of refractions and diffuse reflections, the whole workshop is illuminated.

In such a large workshop, there are now only six female workers working.

From near and far, Doug asked, "How's your practice going?"

When the female workers heard Takahashi's words, they seemed to have lost the joy they had just had, and they all hung their heads and remained silent.

Doug wasn't angry, and he didn't call them stupid.

Because he never treated them as his fellow citizens, or even as human beings. They are stupid, and the negative effect on Doug is that they are just a little less productive, but the advantage is that he can squeeze whatever he wants, and he doesn't have to worry about anything.

For a moment of silence in Doug, almost every female worker pulled their canvas under them.

Rose's canvases are very finished, but she hides them like everyone else.

She was able to be the head of these women workers, not because she was young enough, not because she was more capable of doing things, not because she could reprimand people, but because she would help others when they needed help.

She was willing to sacrifice her own interests for the sake of the collective interests of women workers. Although the products she made were certain to be qualified, she was willing to share the upcoming scolding with the female workers.

Instead of giving Doug her work directly to Doug after asking, he stood with Doug and cursed the female worker.

However, Doug did not reprimand them.

Doug walked over to the canvases to dry, his gaze sweeping over them.

"This one passes, this one passes......" Doug said as he counted the number of passes.

After he had finished reading all the thirty or so canvases on the shelf, he turned around and said to all the female workers, "It seems that you are working quite hard."

When the women heard Doug's words, their hearts fell back a little.

"But," Doug's turn of turn made them refresh their hearts, "I see that some of the products you have made have not been well proportioned, and some have been misnamed. I wonder if I didn't do a good demo yesterday when I demoted. This is my problem and I apologize to you. ”

Doug bowed as he spoke, causing the group of rough-skinned female workers to stand up one by one, not knowing where to put their hands, and wanted to help Doug, but they were afraid that their hands stained with dye would stain the boss's luxurious clothes.

Doug got up slowly, "I'll do it again today. Can any of you be literate and write records?"

"Me!" Rose raised his hand.

"Okay, it's you. You will write down what I say and follow the steps, and you will follow the steps in the future. Doug designated Ross as a clerk.

"The canvas you got was three feet long and two feet wide. Once you have the canvas, first take out a ruler and a drawing stone and draw the most basic squares. Start at any corner, draw a dot for each inch along the long side, and connect the dots into a ......"

Doug holds a long wooden ruler in his left hand and a painting stone in his right hand that resembles soap, drawing white marks on the canvas.

"Once you've drawn these, check them, correct them immediately if there are any mistakes, and if there are no mistakes, trace them with black lines. And then ......"

At this point, Doug changed the canvas and left the cloth with only white lines for their reference.

Doug then breaks down all the steps, leaving the canvas for them to compare when they do it themselves.

After confirming that the steps of decomposition were so simple that not only the few female workers in front of him could learn it, but even the monkeys could learn it, Doug finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the course of his teaching, before he knew it, the sun crossed the noon, and the sunset dyed the sunset red.