Act 120 The Ocean
"We had an attack in New York. Drake explained the ins and outs.
This is the third time he has brought synthetic dyes to New York, and the first two harvests have made this time bring a lot of synthetic dyes.
Although there is no dye association, the so-called ban on synthetic dyes has been enacted. However, the number of manufacturers who have signed procurement contracts has increased from more than a dozen to more than 30.
If all the deals are successful this time, Drake, as a middleman, will make more profit than he made in the whole of last year.
Synthetic dyes are something he doesn't understand, and it's incredibly lucrative.
However, Drake also understands why he can make so much profit.
Because synthetic dyes are a unique business, Doug Claydon, a little brother, has completed the monopoly with more advanced technology.
And he is just one of the people who eats in this monopoly chain.
Monopoly can certainly obtain excess returns, but others are blushing when they see this gains.
Therefore, Drake's third voyage has brought almost all the men and weapons he can carry.
When at sea, they are almost close to sinking ships that try to get closer.
After landing, the number of people transporting synthetic dyes also exceeded twenty.
These more than 20 people, who are fully armed and disciplined, can already be regarded as a relatively large-scale combat effectiveness.
However, Drake found himself underestimating the level of the other people's blushing.
This time, although he retreated, more than half of the more than 20 people who went with him died, and the remaining few people were also injured all over his body to protect him.
Although Drake will retreat in an encounter, he is not an easy person to back down.
The benefits of the synthetic dye business were more than enough to make up for the price he paid.
"Brother Doug, I think you must have a lot of useful weapons here. Drake concluded.
"I don't really have a weapon built specifically for urban street fighting. However, the weapon that the Winchester Arms Company has just launched, the Winchester 1859, I think may meet your requirements.
In the test, the accuracy was very high, and the stability was also very good.
However, this weapon alone is not enough.
Well, let's go to Winchester Arms, and I'll have them produce some weapons that are suitable for urban street fighting. ”
"Oliver, this Mr. Drake needs a batch of Winchester 1859, and the price of this batch is good at cost. In addition, another batch of grenades will need to be produced. This batch of grenades doesn't need to be too powerful, but there are many fragments, and it is best to explode so that people don't die immediately, but they can cause enough pain to make it have enough deterrence. ”
Doug spoke to Oliver about his needs.
The grenade, or grenade, was not a new thing in the nineteenth century.
It was originally born in the castle attack and defense of Europe, but it was not very popular in the Americas.
Oliver said to do it immediately, and Doug turned to Drake and said, "Since someone has attacked us, of course we have to fight back." But if we find all those who attacked us and kill them all, who knows how good we are?
I just asked Winchester to get a batch of grenades, and when these grenades explode, countless metal fragments burst out of the human body, which will make people feel terrible.
I believe that as long as there are enough people who are in pain, our business will have a smooth day. ”
Drake thought that this was indeed the case, but he felt a little chill at Doug's behavior of squeezing the last bit of value out of the wounded.
"You're a devil. ”
Drake imagined that his brothers would be lying on a hospital bed wailing and he could not do anything about it, and finally squeezed out such a sentence.
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"Madame William, this pastry looks delicious!" a lady looked at the soft cake in front of her, pinched the spoon with two fingers, and watched her little thumb elegantly bring the pastry to her mouth.
"Ahh
She was savoring the food when she suddenly called out.
Mrs. William was about to bring the same pastry to her mouth, but she saw a needle in the cheeks of her female companion.
Frightened, Mrs. William threw the spoon in her hand on the table, "What...... How can there be needles?"
Over the next few days, everyone living in the affluent neighborhood had to be examined with great care, whether they were eating, dressing, or even sitting on a chair.
One flickering needle after another, hidden in one object after another.
If you don't pay attention, you will be stabbed hard.
Even if the maids and cooks were replaced in batches, it still did not improve.
The children, who were hurt by the needles in the candy, began their revenge.
A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.
William's wife, Sophia, fell into the sea of the people.
As for where these needles in the hands of the masses of the people came from.
How can there be so many stitches for such poor guys.
This brings us to asking the generous Doug.
There are not a few rich people in New Haven, and for the rise of Doug, someone has to make way.
"Hello Mr. House, I heard that Black Eagle Bank is listed on the New York Stock Exchange, I have some interest in your stocks, shall we talk?"
Just when the rich area was in shambles, Doug found a minority shareholder of Black Eagle Bank and struck up a conversation.