"Mr. Doug..." Oliver rubbed his hands and didn't know what to say.

The troubles over the past four years and the walls that have hit the walls today have made Oliver, who was once passionate, become a little restrained.

Doug smiled as he looked at him in a short breath, raised his cane and said, "How about we go to the cafe over there to talk?"

Oliver did not answer immediately. His little eyes, which were originally a little dim, stared at Doug's cane brightly.

He said with a trembling voice, "You... can you show it to me?"

Doug turned his head and looked at Allen, confirming that he was safe, and then he slowly handed over the civilization stick in his hand.

Oliver started to stroke the root of the civilization stick, and the more he touched, the more anxious he looked, but he still shook his hands and touched every millimeter.

"You... your gun is so great!" Unconscious praise came from Oliver's mouth.

Before Doug could answer, Allen's eyebrows stood up fifty-five degrees.

"Gun? Is this cane a gun?" He had always said less and done more, and couldn't help but ask.

He remembered that when Doug was with the captain just now, there was always a hand holding this cane. He thought it was precious at that time. How could he think it was actually a lethal thermal weapon?

"It's a gun! It's a good gun!" Oliver praised obsessively.

Doug, who didn't want too many people to know his trump card, whispered, "Let's talk about it with fewer people."

Oliver walked in front, closed his right eye, aimed the muzzle at the bottom of the civilization stick at his left eye, and admired the rifle inside the barrel.

Doug was behind him, a little far away from him, for fear that this little fat middle-aged man would accidentally shoot himself and splash his brain.

Alan followed in the end, although he was still protecting Doug's safety in name, at this moment, almost 70% of his attention was on guard against Doug.

Alan, who had too little knowledge, didn't know that the cane was a gun, suffered a secret loss, and secretly thought about how to explain to his boss when he went back.

"Hey! What are you going to do? You can't go in!"

In front of the narrow gap between the two buildings, a homeless man stopped Doug and the other two who wanted to break in.

Alan, who was already upset, did not give the homeless man another chance to speak. He strode forward and grabbed the homeless man's greasy, black and hard neck, and even the flies on his body fell to the ground and fainted.

Entering the deep part of the cramped alley, the afternoon sun cannot reach it, leaving only half of the brightness on the high walls.

"Dong!"

It's not the sound of a gun being fired.

Instead, Oliver did not pay attention to the road ahead, and the handle of the cane hit the wall and the root of the cane hit his forehead.

"What is your name, this gentleman who needs investment?"

"Oliver! My name is Oliver!" Oliver replied rubbing his forehead, turning around and asked hurriedly, "Where did you get this beauty?"

"You're interested in it?" Doug asked.

"Yes! I'm very interested!" Oliver continued to say anxiously.

Doug said in a gentle tone, "This is specially customized by a friend for me."

"Please make sure you let me meet your friend!"

"I think we'll talk about investment before that. Does Mr. Oliver run a weapon manufacturing company?"

Oliver tried his best to suppress his thoughts of meeting the cane maker, and said in a few tug-speaking voice, "Yes, my company is called New Haven Weapons."

Doug nodded.

The paradise of private enterprises is almost non-state-owned enterprises in the United States, but there are a large number of private enterprises with official names.

This is easy to understand. Even an ordinary company, named as the United States, can add some trust to ordinary consumers, right?

In addition, New Haven itself is a city closely related to steel, so it is normal to own a weapon company, right?

"Mr. Oliver, as an investor, I want to ask you something now. What will you do when you get an investment? Do weapons production, or..." Doug asked.

"Bidding! After getting the money, I will sign up for the bid and add my Winchester to the state government's weapons procurement directory!" Oliver said.

Doug nodded.

Investment is an extremely serious matter, and often requires professionals to conduct due diligence. It conducts survey, judge and evaluate the actual operating conditions of the investment target company itself and the development prospects of the industry.

However, just like many things before, the division of labor in this era is not detailed enough, and professional things cannot be found to be done by professionals.

However, Doug doesn't need to investigate, but he can also know which industries will definitely not be bad.

Even if he really fails to invest in a pig, he can make the pig fly in the wind.

Just so happens, the weapons manufacturing industry is such a trend.

and……

"Winchester? What Winchester?" Doug asked.

"Winchester rifle, my own rifle. I'm sorry for forgetting to tell you, my full name is Oliver Winchester." Oliver Winchester said.

Although Doug didn't know much about the history of gun development, he had heard of the name of the Winchester M1887 shotgun.

This weapon, which was put into production in the 19th century, was still widely circulated in various electronic games in the harmonious era in the future.

I just don't know if this Winchester is that Winchester.

But, what does it matter?

It is a bit difficult to make a fool of Doug, but Doug doesn't think it's difficult to blow the pig into the sky.

"Mr. Winchester, can I visit your factory?" Doug asked while pulling his cane out of his hand.

Oliver looked at Doug's civilized stick reluctantly, then looked at Doug's tender expression, and said with some embarrassment, "But I need money..."

"Money is not a problem!" Doug threw the wallet that was very tired after holding it for a long time.

The sound of the metal disk hitting was extremely pleasant, and the tight pocket opening automatically loosened. One of the golden gold coins popped out and hit Doug's shoe tip, and then fell down unwillingly.

Oliver has never seen so many gold coins and dollars!

The golden appearance seemed to reflect his eyes.

"Mr. Doug, I...I will take you to my factory now!"

"Okay, let's go now." Doug turned to Allen, who witnessed everything, and said, "Mr. Allen, I think you can confirm that I am safe now. Your mission is completed, please say hello to the captain."

Doug bent down and picked up the gold coins at his feet and the purse on the floor.
Chapter completed!