Doug suddenly reacted halfway through, he was obviously going to exchange bank bills, why did he come to invest?

He reflected on himself as he walked. Although in his opinion, this is a golden age everywhere, it is a pity that he can't dig empty-handed.

Oliver walked ahead and chattered, trying his best to play up the bright future of his company.

Doug listened to Oliver's words with his left ear for a moment, and shook his head. Although everything Oliver said seemed to him to be as high as Zhiyuan, to Doug it sounded like just self-congratulation.

How powerful are the weapons?

Nobody cares.

How advanced is the technology?

And no one cares.

Investors care about yield, and only yield.

The simplest and most brutal way to convince investors is to tell them how much money they can make in the short term of investing in me.

Think about what investors think, and be anxious about what investors are anxious about.

Only in this way can you pull in investment.

The route is wrong, and the deeper you go, the more useless it becomes.

Doug watched Oliver's clumsy performance and secretly thought to himself, "That's fine, I'm the only investor......"

"Look, Lord Doug, this is my weapons factory!" said Oliver, proudly showing Doug his yard.

If the size of the Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory is taken as a standard, the New Haven Arms Factory is very small.

In addition to the three parallel factories, only the small wooden house at the entrance serves as a sales department.

Whether it is a brick factory or a pure wood sales department, there is a lot of barren smell.

Doug approached the hut and even saw the rows of termites happily tearing down the house.

Oliver noticed Doug's gaze and looked at the rows of termites, and his face turned red in an instant.

He moved his steps slightly to block Doug's sight, and said to Doug, "Don't look broken outside, come with me to visit inside, you won't be disappointed!"

Doug looked at Oliver, who was obviously dozens of years old, but still couldn't distinguish the point, and looked a little naïve, nodded.

Like a hummingbird, Oliver swirled around Doug, introducing the equipment.

Doug took a quick tour of Oliver's New Haven Weapons Factory, which was just a small factory that had not yet gotten rid of the weapons workshop in terms of production scale and management measures.

Oliver's proud advanced process of barrel forging was, to Doug, like Oliver seeing the Indians show off their feather-making skills.

However, although the difference is poor, it is better than starting from nothing.

After touring the three factories, Oliver asked confidently, "What do you think, Lord Doug?"

"From your point of view, you've done a great job. Doug wanted to put a small red flower on Oliver first, but then took a small dark cloud by the hand, "However, I found that your product has a fatal problem. ”

"What...... What's the problem?" Oliver asked, a little flustered.

"Maintenance, or rust...... You've used the best quality steel you can source for guns. But...... They corrode too easily.

I guess your product must be hard to sell. Not because your product is bad, but because the maintenance costs are too high.

Other weapons manufacturers, although they have the same problems as you, have a large number of them, and they are full of generic parts.

And you......

If generic parts are used, their patents are infringed and they will be taken to court.

Win or lose aside, that's the judge's business.

But......

You don't have the money to afford ......"

Doug said.

Oliver Winchester's face has been getting worse since he heard the first syllable of Doug's words, and after listening to Doug's last long note, give him a coffin, and he can be a vampire without makeup.

He opened his frozen lips and said reluctantly, "Dao...... Doug...... Excellency...... This thing...... There is no way for anyone to ......"

"Really?" Doug raised his voice as he walked around Oliver, standing across from him, raising the stick of civilization in his hand and aiming it in Oliver's eyes.

Silent.

Silent.

Just when Oliver thought he was going to get a headshot, and cold sweat broke down his stone-gray face, Doug said, "Look closely at the barrel of my gun. ”

It was the first time Oliver had observed the barrels of other men in this way, and the regular spiral rifling was flawless, not unlike the top-of-the-line products he had made.

Even the silver metal section that shimmered blue was indistinguishable from the barrel he had produced with his own hands.

Wait......

Wait a minute......

Winchester, admiring the barrel of the gun, which looked like a work of art, suddenly had a question.

"Your gun, no, when was this cane made?"

When Oliver realized that he had poked at this blind spot, his slate-gray face quickly returned to blood.

"A week?" Doug was a little unsure. Being busy every day has made him forget about time.

"A week? no! no way! absolutely impossible!" Oliver cried, "a week in the air, how...... How can there be no rust at all. Except...... Unless maintenance is carried out for more than three hours every night. ”

"Do you think I look like someone who would take care of it like that?" said Doug.

His fluttering smile made Oliver inexplicably angry.

Tyrannical Creatures!

Tyrannical creatures!

Such a beauty is actually in the hands of such a person who doesn't know how to cherish.

As if he didn't see his face, Doug continued to say lightly, "Oliver, do you know why my gun barrel is not well maintained and does not rust so easily?

Have you studied materials science? Do you know what are the differences in the characteristics of different alloys with different compositions at different temperatures?

Or are you ......

Just going to the steel mill to buy the so-called top steel?"

Doug's question made Oliver's face turn red, and he tried to defend himself, but he realized that he had really never paid attention to the material.

Every time someone else rejects themselves, they reject their guns. He always wondered if there was something wrong with the design, was it not reliable enough, was it too costly?

Doug's words, though harsh, made him see another way.

He had never thought about it before, and not because he knew nothing about materials science.

It is precisely because he understands something that he knows what a terrifying discipline materials science is.

Even if there are only two components of the alloy. With the same temperature and different proportions of the two components, thousands of experiments can be done. The proportion of ingredients is the same, the temperature changes, and thousands of experiments can be done.

However, this is only an alloy of two components.

What if three?

What if four?

What if different ingredients are added at different stages and have different properties?

Oliver found it difficult just to think about it.

However, the man in front of him was like a snake in the Garden of Eden, throwing out an alloy apple and saying something like this, "I have a non-oxidizing alloy formula suitable for slow shooting, are you interested?"