In the end, Scrooge decided to choose the way of borrowing from Morgan Bank, which brought pressure to repay the loan, but also maintained the independence of the company, which was extremely important in Scrooge's view. However, Scrooge felt that the mortgage conditions of the loan needed to be discussed in detail, because Scrooge believed that the patent of the rotary locking mechanism was underestimated by Yan. Scrooge knew that in history, the famous Spencer had paid $80,000 for a patent for an imperfect locking structure, and Scrooge knew that in the current situation, this kind of patent could not be as valuable as when war was imminent, but his own design was much more mature than that design, and Scrooge felt that the patent plus the factory should be mortgaged a little more. However, Morgan Bank insisted on not giving in, so Scrooge finally had to give in.

After signing the loan contract, Scrooge did not immediately return to Cleveland, but stayed in New York for a few more days. A few days later, he even brought in a few more men from Cleveland.

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On the morning of this day, Bob, who had just lost his job, still spent a penny as usual to buy a copy of the New York Tribune, and carefully searched for any job postings and other things on it, and if he couldn't find a job as much as possible, the family would be out of food. At the time, the New York Tribune was the third largest newspaper in New York in terms of circulation, but in terms of influence, it was definitely the first in New York. Its influence even extends beyond the boundaries of the United States and has a direct impact on Europe. For example, the famous Karl Marx has been a contributor to the New York Tribune.

As for advertising, compared with the Sun and the New York Herald, which have more sales, the New York Tribune is also relatively strict, and the New York Tribune will not hesitate to turn away those things that are obviously nonsense, such as what kind of manganese cures cancer and the like, even if they give money. Far from affecting the newspaper's revenue, this has led to an endless stream of people willing to advertise in the newspaper. There are few crooks advertising in this newspaper, this is Bob's direct impression. Last time, he saw a job advertisement in the Sun newspaper and ran to apply, but not only did he not find a job, but he was also cheated out of a $5 application fee. Since then, Bob has never trusted newspapers like The Sun and the New York Herald.

In this newspaper, there are also some advertisements for jobs, but it is clear that there is a gap between Bob and the requirements of others, well, Bob has not read much, although he can learn how to read and write with a respected Baptist pastor, and he is barely illiterate, but the paperwork mentioned in the newspaper is not his work.

Just as he was about to throw away the newspaper in disappointment, a piece of news suddenly caught his attention:

"McDonald Infantry Weapons will be funding a big prize shooting competition, and shooting enthusiasts are welcome to sign up for the ......"

This news caught Bob's attention, he had been a good gunslinger in his previous military service, and he had excelled in battles against Indians and Mexicans, and although he had not touched a gun for some time, he believed that if he was given a good gun, and a period of training, he would soon be a sharpshooter again. It's just that Bob understands that it costs money to always have a good gun, and a period of training costs money. Therefore, after seeing this news, although Bob was a little moved for a while, after thinking about it carefully, he could only let out a long sigh.

However, the following text quickly came into view, giving him hope again:

McDonald Infantry Weapons will also be racing on its own and are now looking for interested Gunners. Interested parties can apply at the Sox Lumber Yard in the western suburbs on August 12...... Once they are selected and become official team members, the company will provide them with firearms, as well as ammunition for training, as well as free accommodation and a monthly salary of 10 yuan during training and competitions...... All prize money from the tournament will go to the Gunners individually......"

It's just tailor-made for yourself, it's really the way to the sky. Bob looked at the location and date again, well, tomorrow is August 12th.

Back home, Bob reads the newspaper to his wife. The wife said, "My dear, this is what you are good at, and it must be that God has heard our prayers and given us such an opportunity." Early the next morning, his wife made breakfast for Bob and prepared two pieces of brown bread for her lunch. Bob finished his breakfast, put on the two pieces of black bread, and a small bottle of water, and set off.

The registration point was still a long way from where Bob was, almost half of New York, which was nowhere near as big as it is now, but it was also a city of nearly 800,000 people. It would take quite some time to walk across the city, but Bob estimated that if he had done it quickly, he would have made it home in time for lunch.

After walking for almost two hours, Bob finally arrived at the registration location. When he arrived, he couldn't help but be surprised—the long line of people waiting to be recruited looked like half a mile long.

"Hell! Are there so many good shooters in the world? Bob spat on the ground. He knows that most of the people here are probably here to join in the fun, well, there is no fee for registration, and there is a chance to play with two shots, such a thing, there will always be some boring guys running to make a fuss.

The team moved slowly, and it seems that the basic test ahead is still very serious. A lot of restless guys wanted to cut in line, but fortunately, there was still a police uncle to maintain order, without saying a word, go up to a baton, well, just honestly looked at the long queue, Bob once thought that he would probably sleep here tonight. But perhaps because there were a lot of people who didn't want to really line up, they simply left, so at about two o'clock in the afternoon, Bob finally arrived at the front of the line. To say that some people who do business really have thoughts, at noon,

The way of the first test is very simple, there is a white paper hanging on the wall about four meters away from Bob, which is full of some larger letters of E drawn from large to small, but these letters are not all upright, some are lying on their backs, some are upside down, and some simply come and turn backwards. The letters in the top layer of the white paper are the largest, and the lower they go, the smaller they get. One tester asked Bob to close his left eye and then pointed a stick at the large and small E-shapes and asked him to point in the direction of the opening.

This is not a problem for Bob, his eyes have been better than the average person since he was a child, so even if he can only use his right eye, he can see the little E in the bottom row. So he easily passed this level, and the guy in front of him was not so lucky, and he was eliminated directly.

After this level, the next test is to pick up an empty rifle and aim it at a distant target. Bob saw that as soon as many people raised their guns, the middle-aged man who looked like the person in charge who was sitting there immediately frowned, and then showed that the person was immediately eliminated, and some people were still eliminated after raising the gun for a while.

As a veteran, Bob immediately saw the doorway. Those who are directly eliminated at a glance belong to the posture of holding the gun, and most of those who are eliminated after raising the gun for a while are not strong enough in their hands, and their hands begin to tremble when they end the gun slightly.

In the first two rounds of the test, most of the people were eliminated, but relying on his experience in the army, Bob still passed the test with live ammunition, and the third round of the test was live shooting, and the twenty or so people who passed the test in the first few rounds were gathered together to participate in this test. Bob fired 10 rounds from a front-loading rifled gun, according to the rules, and his results were far worse than when he was still in the army a few years ago, and out of all twenty people, his results were not good, but they were not bad.

Originally, Bob thought that at this point, even if it was over, who knows, in the end, people came up with a set of bizarre test papers, which were all choices of scenarios in life. Bob finished the question with a puzzled heart, and when it was time to hand in the paper, he took the opportunity to look at the other people's answers, which seemed to be very different from his. Whether his answer was right or not, he didn't know anything in his heart. I handed in the paper in a daze, and looked at the sun, which was already in the west.

By the time Bob got home, it was already dark. Bob talked to his wife about today's test, and although he didn't have any bottom in his heart, he still tried to make a very confident appearance, telling his wife that he would definitely be able to pass Guò.

Just as she expected, two days later a postman came to his house and handed him a letter. The postman gave him the letter, then asked him to sign his notebook and turned away.

"Boy and his father, where is this letter?" The wife's voice, which was doing the laundry, trembled.

Bob carefully read the sender column on the cover of the letter a few more times, and then forced the joy in his heart and said, "It's a letter from the McDonald Infantry Weapons Company." ”

"Ah, dear, open it and see what it says." The wife hurriedly threw the clothes in her hand back into the tub, wiped them on her apron, and ran over.

"Well, take it apart and take it apart, it should be good news." In fact, Bob said, if it weren't good news, there would be no need to send him a letter, would it? Bob carefully opened the envelope, and inside was a piece of stationery that read in beautiful italics:

"Hello Mr. Bob:

The McDonnell Infantry Weapons Company Shooting Team respectfully extends an invitation to you. We sincerely invite you to join our shooting team and meet the challenge with us. I believe that the joining of Mr. will definitely bring a win-win result for both of us...... If you are interested, please go to the Sox Lumber Yard before August 17th.

Sincerely, the MacDonald Infantry Weapons Company Shooting Team"

Bob read the letter over and over again, and his wife couldn't wait any longer and asked, "Kid his father?" What does this mean? Tell me more. ”

"Nothing, I was hired!" Bob took a deep breath and tried to tell his wife the news as calmly as possible, but in the end, he couldn't hold back and shouted with joy: "Honey, we have money again!" ”