The bag of two hundred and fifty gold coins was heavy.

Doug carried it like a cat with a bell, and with each step, his body rattled a few times.

"Alan, you send Lord Doug back. Drake ordered, and he turned to Doug and said, "Let Alan send you back." ”

Doug nodded.

Drake had his men send Doug back, indeed, for safety. But while showing strength, it was also warning him, telling him that in the Port of New Haven, he Adam Drake had the final say.

Don't look at Drake as a hero, but is he really just a bold stunned young man, can he survive until now? Can he go from a simple sea raider to a merchant with several shops?

Doug turned his head sideways and looked at Alan beside him, although he was someone else's person, he was still a little relieved to think that his life was safeguarded.

"Shouldn't I find some bodyguards?" Doug thought to himself.

It's just that he thought about it for a long time and found that he couldn't find an entourage he could trust, so he suppressed this idea for the time being.

Two hundred and fifty dollars may not sound like much, but it is a "huge amount of money" in this era.

Doug, unlike Drake, has no obsession with metal money.

The most important thing about money is not the money itself, but the power it has to drive people.

Whether it is a metal currency or a paper currency token, it is a symbol of value and can drive people to do things, and from this point of view, there is no difference between the two.

Therefore, Doug plans to go to Black Hawk Bank and exchange all this money for bank notes.

Doug, who made the decision, corrected his course forward. Alan, who was following him, witnessed all this, but he didn't open his mouth to ask where Wenge's destination was.

Silent.

Composure.

Quiet.

Alan was like a moving rock, following Doug.

Black Hawk Bank, the economic hub of the New Haven area, is not only close to it with countless people who are like vultures with bad intentions and ready to grab a ticket at any time.

There are also many people who seek funding for a variety of reasons.

A middle-aged man named Oliver walked out of the Black Hawk Bank in frustration.

His loan request had just been denied, and he looked up at the clear blue sky, not knowing where to go for a moment.

Three years earlier, in 1856, he had come to New Haven with great ambition and founded a company, the New Haven Arms Company.

Although the company is small, he firmly believes that it will not take long for his company to grow.

As for the reason for his opinion? It's just that the world is too chaotic.

There are conflicts of all kinds, both within and outside the United States of America.

And the most effective way to resolve conflicts is weapons.

He worked in a weapons workshop for several years, from an apprentice to a gun (Harmony) that he had the ability to design his own guns. Oliver is a firm believer in his abilities.

However, in many cases, just because a product performs well doesn't mean it sells.

The domestic arms market in the United States is controlled by a few established companies.

Whether it's a federal government procurement, or a state government procurement, it's all about those arms manufacturers.

And those private purchasers, whether they are seafarers or cowboys who go west, what weapons they buy depends on what weapons they procure.

Oliver's New Haven Arms Company, although it has made products with better performance and even lower prices, has not been selling well.

Even if he sells to those who have personal weapons, they are full of praise for their weapons, but they still won't buy his weapons.

The reason is simple, Oliver's weapons are too small on the market. Not only are replaceable parts not available everywhere, but the most important thing is that the bullets are not necessarily universal on his gun.

The difficult days began on the day the factory was built, and it has been three years now.

During these three years, the savings he originally had had had have been spent long ago, although he has never had any foreign or domestic debts, and the pressure is not very great.

But recently, the state government in Connecticut has a new batch of weapons procurement plans. He wanted to participate, but found that he didn't even have the money to sign up.

That's why he came to Black Hawk Bank, intending to take out a loan to participate.

But not long after he explained his intentions, he was kicked out.

Frustrated, he looked up at the sky, how he hoped that the clear sky would become hazy in line with his mood, and that it would rain heavily.

Unfortunately, the sky is still clear.

Isn't it really good for me?

Could it be that my dreams have been shattered like this?

Oliver looked down at the people entering and exiting the bank. He had an idea that he intended to convince the rich people directly to let them invest in themselves.

I believe that they will not be as short-sighted as those who see money in the bank, and he firmly believes that there must be a bright future for the weapons business.

"Hello sir, I'm Oliver, the owner of the New Haven Arms Company, are you interested in investing in my company?

"Get out of the way!"

"Sir, listen to me again!"

……

"Sir!"

Oliver tried to set up the stall, but no one would stop to listen to him.

His face was full of frustration, like a cat that had nothing to love. He knew that since 1956, the economy has entered a new round of depression.

But......

He didn't let the economy go down.

For...... Why don't all of us invest in ourselves?

"Sir, please don't disturb our users again. If you continue your behavior. You will be punished. ”

Coming out of the Black Hawk Bank, a manager warned, and behind him stood five or six menacing security guards.

Despite being the owner of a weapons manufacturing enterprise and a full-fledged weapons designer, Oliver himself is not fierce and even a little timid.

He winced as he watched the security guards, fearing they would turn violently.

He whispered, "I...... I'll just go. ”

As he spoke, he walked out into the distance with his head hanging and his shoulders facing back to the majestic building of the Black Hawk Bank.

Counting how many tiles he had stepped on, he accidentally bumped into someone.

Before he could react, a pair of powerful hands clamped his hands and made him unable to move.

"Right...... I'm sorry......" Oliver quickly apologized without looking up.

"Alan, let him go. He doesn't look bad. A young voice said, "Sir, are you looking for investment?"

"No...... I'm going to take out a loan...... No, I'm going to invest!" Oliver looked up and saw a young man with a face as warm as the sun.

"What's your name?" asked Oliver.

"Call me Doug. The young man replied.