The bag filled with 250 gold coins was heavy.

Doug carried it like a cat wearing a bell, and every step he took would ring a few random sounds.

"Allen, send Your Excellency Doug back." After Drake ordered, he turned to Doug and said, "Let Allen send you back."

Doug nodded.

Drake asked his men to send Doug back, of course for his safety. But at the same time, he was also warning him that he was the one who was in New Haven Harbor, Adam Drake had the final say.

Although Drake looks like a hero in the world, he is really just a generous young man who can survive until now? He can go from a simple sea plunder to a businessman with several stores?

Doug turned his head and looked at Alan beside him. Although he was someone else's, he felt relieved after all when he thought about the safety of his life.

"Do I need to find a few bodyguards?" Doug thought in his heart.

But after thinking for a long time, he realized that he could not find a follower he could trust, so he temporarily suppressed the idea.

Although two hundred and fifty dollars sounds not much, it is considered a "huge sum" in this era.

Unlike Drake, Doug has no obsession with metal currency.

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

Whether it is metal currency or banknote tokens, they are symbols of value and can drive people to do things. From this point of view, there is no difference between the two.

Therefore, Doug planned to go to Blackhawk Bank to exchange all the money for bank vouchers.

Doug made the decision and correct his way forward.

Alan, who was following him, witnessed the change in Doug's direction, but did not ask where the destination was.

silence.

calm.

Quiet.

Alan followed Doug like a moving rock.

As the economic hub of the New Haven region, Blackhawk Bank not only has countless potential criminals who are like vultures who are ill-hearted and are always planning to grab a vote.

There are many people who seek funds for various reasons.

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

His loan request just now was rejected. He looked up at the blue sky, not knowing where to go for a while.

Three years ago in 1856, he came to New Haven and established his own company - New Haven Weapons Company.

Although the company is not big, he firmly believes that his company will grow and grow in no time.

As for the reason why he thinks this way? It’s very simple. The world is too chaotic.

Whether it is the United States or abroad, there are various conflicts.

The most effective way to resolve conflicts is weapons.

He worked in the Weapons workshop for several years, starting from an apprentice to having the ability to independently design guns (harmonious) plugs. Oliver firmly believes in his ability.

However, many times, the performance of the product does not mean it can be sold.

The domestic weapons market in the United States is controlled by several established companies.

Whether it is the procurement of the federal government or the state government, it is targeted at those weapons manufacturers.

And those private buyers, whether they are crew members at sea or cowboys going west, only buy and sell a lot of weapons.

Although Oliver's New Haven Weapons Company manufactures products with better performance and lower prices, its sales have always been unsatisfactory.

Even if he sells to those individual weapon holders, they still won't buy his weapons.

The reason is very simple. Oliver's weapons are too small on the market. Not only are they difficult to find replacement parts for maintenance, but the most important thing is that bullets are not necessarily universal in his gun.

The difficult days started from the day the factory was established, and have been going on for three years now.

During these three years, he had already spent all his savings. Although he had never had any foreign or domestic debts and was not under great pressure, this was not the life he wanted.

He wants to make a big splash!

He wants everyone to have the weapons he has made in his hands.

Recently, the Connecticut state government has a new weapon procurement plan. He wants to participate, but finds that he doesn't even have the money to register.

Therefore, he came to Black Hawk Bank and planned to take a loan to participate.

But he was driven out just as he explained his purpose.

Frustrated, he looked up at the sky, hoping that the weather would become hazy and a heavy rain would fall.

It's a pity that the sky is still clear.

Isn't it really possible for me?

Is it impossible for your dream to come true?

Oliver lowered his head and stared at the people entering and leaving the bank. He had a new idea and planned to directly convince the rich people to invest in themselves.

I believe they will not be as short-sighted as those guys in the bank who are jealous of money. He firmly believes that the weapons career must have a bright future.

"Hello sir, I am Oliver, the owner of New Haven Weapons Company. Are you interested in investing in my company? Weapon sales will definitely have a bright future!" Oliver said by blocking a person who looks very rich.

“Get out of here!”

"Sir, listen to me again!"

...

"Sir! Sir!"

Oliver worked hard for a long time, but no one was willing to stop and listen to his careful talk.

His face was filled with depression, like a cat with no hope.

He knew that since 1956, the economy has entered a new round of depression.

but……

It's not him who made the economy depressed.

For... why don't everyone like to invest in themselves?

"Sir! Please don't mess with our users anymore. If you continue your behavior, you will be punished."

The manager who walked out of Blackhawk Bank warned that behind him were five or six aggressive security guards.

Although Oliver is the owner of a weapon manufacturing company and a mature weapon designer, his personality is not fierce and even a little timid.

He looked at the security guards in a hurry, fearing that they would go to violence.

He whispered, "I...I'll leave now."

He said, tilting his head, shrugging his shoulders and facing the majestic building of the Black Hawk Bank.

He counted how many tiles he had stepped on, but he accidentally bumped into someone.

Before he could react, he had a pair of powerful hands that clamped his hands so that he could not move.

"Yes...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 an investment?"

"No...I want to make a loan...No! I want to invest!" Oliver raised his head and saw a young man with a warm face as sunny as sunny.

"What is your name?" Oliver asked.
Chapter completed!