Nathan, a security guard wearing a brown linen jacket, walked with a load in front of him, and Doug Clayden slowly stepped up the steps behind him.

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

The chirping voice began to talk about Doug.

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

"No need to say, we have seen it all!"

"What do you think the boss asked us to draw these cloths? Can these things 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 can get our wages!"

After she finished speaking, Rose, who was drawing patterns on the cloth, knocked on the table with a few knuckles and said, "Griss, is it your job to gossip?"

Gris looked at Ross, who was younger than him, and did not push her back. Although he stuck out his tongue and demonstrated, he became quiet.

It has been twenty-four hours since Doug taught them how to draw canvas yesterday until now.

Different people have different progress.

For example, Rose has been able to replicate the examples left by Doug almost 100%.

Some female workers took a canvas and started drawing from one corner. They found that the pattern had just been half drawn, and the canvas was filled with no other pattern.

Although some female workers looked like patterns at first glance, they looked like the same thing. However, after carefully distinguishing the handwriting on it, they found that most of the words were not where they should be.

If the painting process that Doug demonstrated at that time was defined as a standard process, then the only one among the six female workers who could strictly abide by was Rose.

Most of the six female workers are just ordinary people. They do not have the ability to create and even lack the ability to do basic things well.

There is also a lack of understanding of standardization and processization.

If they trained for a year and let them do only one thing for a lifetime, they might be able to do it well.

It’s a pity that time doesn’t wait for anyone.

Doug has no patience, nor does he have the passion to do the craftsman spirit of only doing one thing in his life.

Doug sorted up the newspapers that the waiter collected for him, but he didn't know the situation downstairs.

Although the United States of America sounds like a whole, since its founding, most states have actually been in a state of high autonomy.

Therefore, the United States lacks a national media.

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

Therefore, to grasp the actual situation in the United States, you must read as many newspapers as possible.

Doug had no such conditions before, but now he wants to make up for this lesson.

There are many newspapers in a sack, but if you master scientific classification methods, you will not waste a lot of time by selecting useful information.

Doug spent less than three hours to roughly handle the newspaper.

According to the three dimensions of time, region and industry categories, information is classified for browsing when he has time.

These things should not be done by Doug, but now that he is just starting out and lacks talent, he can only do it himself.

Put the papers that were sorted into documents into the cabinet and come and check them carefully when you have time. Doug left the office that once belonged to Smith.

The large workshop dome is very high, with large holes in the middle and upper part of the wall. Sunlight penetrates through these openings and illuminates the entire workshop brightly after a series of refraction and diffuse reflections.

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

Doug asked from far to near, "How are you practicing?"

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

Doug was not angry, nor did he call them stupid.

Because he never regarded them as fellow citizens, nor even as humans. Their stupidity, the negative significance to Doug is only that he is a little less productive, but the advantage is that he can squeeze whatever he wants without worrying about anything.

During Doug's moment of silence, almost every female worker pulled their canvas down.

Although Rose's canvas is already very complete, she also hid it like others.

She was able to become the leader of these female workers not because she was young enough, nor because she was better at doing things, nor because she could scold people, but because she would lend a helping hand to help others when they needed help.

For the collective interests of the female worker, she was willing to sacrifice her own interests. Although the products she made must be qualified, she was willing to bear the upcoming scolding with the female worker.

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

But Doug did not scold them either.

Doug walked to the place where the canvases were dried, and his eyes swept across them.

"This one passes, this one passes..." Doug said while counting the number of passes.

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

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

"However," Doug's turn made them feel heart-warming again, "I see that some of the products you made did not master the proportions, and some wrote the names incorrectly. I was wondering if I did not demonstrate them yesterday. This is my problem, and I apologize to you."

Doug said and bowed, causing the rough-skinned female workers to stand up one by one, and they didn't know where to put their hands. They wanted to help Doug, but they were afraid that their hands would stain the boss's luxurious clothes.

Doug slowly stood up, "I'll demonstrate it again today. Can anyone among you read and write records?"

"Me!" Ross raised his hand.

"Okay, it's you. You can record what I say in a short while, and you will do it according to the steps in the future." Doug appointed Ross as the clerk.

"The canvas you have got is three feet long and two feet wide. After getting the canvas, first take out a ruler and draw the stone to draw the most basic square. Start at any corner, draw a dot along each inch along the length, and then connect these dots into a face..."

Doug held a long wooden ruler in his left hand and pinched a stone painted with soap-like composition in his right hand, drawing white marks on the canvas.

"After drawing these, confirm. If there are any errors, modify them immediately. If there are no errors, use black lines to draw them. Then..."

Doug made it here and changed a canvas, leaving the cloth with only white lines for them to refer to.

Next Doug breaks down all the steps, and every time he completes a big step, he keeps the canvas for comparison when they do it themselves.

The steps to confirm that the decomposition are so simple that these female workers in front of us can learn it, even monkeys can learn it, Doug finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!