"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! Do you want to read the New Haven Times? Today's front page news is 'Scandal in the New Haven Banking Industry! Revealing the inside story of Eagle Bank!' Do you have business in New Haven Bank? If so, you have to buy one!"

A newspaper boy said eruditely.

Although he is a little pitiful in the cold weather, as the sales champion in New Haven, his income may not be lower than that of the gentlemen.

The places where he sells newspapers every day are in the port of New Haven.

There are many people gathering here every day. Before he studied at the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory, he didn't know how to describe that number.

After studying at the night school at Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory, he had a clear idea of ​​how many people there are in the port every day, and even where to sell newspapers, he had a new choice.

This gave him, who was originally semi-forced to go to night school, more initiative.

However, although selling newspapers here has a lot of income, there are also many problems that need to be faced.

Because the personnel mobility here is too strong and the personnel composition is too complicated.

Therefore, be more careful no matter what you do.

Otherwise, it would be fine if you were scolded and left when you were selling newspapers, but you would be beaten up by punching and kicking.

Originally, the newspaper boy thought that rich people were as gentle as Master Clayden. Only here did he realize that the quality of rich people was not necessarily comparable to the lowest gangsters.

"How do you know I have a business at Black Hawk Bank?" The young man in gray and black clothes heard the sound of a newspaper boy hawking, covering his calfskin bag and said with a look of alertness, as if he wanted to see if the newspaper boy had stolen his secret.

Unfortunately, although the newspaper boy is well-informed, how can he know about every passerby?

Just like those gypsy witches who are playing magical with their hands around crystal glass balls, the newspaper boys sell newspapers every day, similar to panacea.

These words have a wide range of influences, and it is easy for people to feel that what is said in the newspaper is related to themselves.

However, if the newspaper is bought back, it is another matter whether the matter mentioned above has anything to do.

Newspaper boys are such a title party.

Moreover, they are not ashamed of the title party, but proud of the title party.

However, today's newspapers are a little different from those in the past.

The long and long articles about the New Haven Hotel in the New Haven Times have finally ended. Today's front-page headlines are indeed very relevant as long as they have business at Eagle Bank.

The young man bought a newspaper and started reading it. The young man who was a little cold because of the wet and cold wind at the beach. At this moment, when he saw the contents in the newspaper, his hands became even colder, and even his whole body began to become stiff.

After he finished reading all of them, he looked up and looked for the newspaper boy who had just sold him as crazy as if he had been crazy.

Following the sound of selling newspapers, he went upstream from a wave of people who had just got off the boat, grabbed the thin newspaper boy, shook vigorously, and shouted loudly, "Is everything in this newspaper true?"

"First...sir... please be gentle! be gentle!" The young newspaper boy was dizzy after being shaken.

"Report... Sorry..." The young man who couldn't manage emotions let go of his shaking hands, but asked anxiously, "Is what the newspaper said true?"

"Sorry... I really don't know if it's true or not! But compared with the New Haven Daily, which is full of advertisements, all readers did not tell lies after reading this New Haven Times." The newspaper boy said, belittled his competitors.

"Is it...is it true? I understand...thank you...this is a tip for you!" After stuffing the money, the young man's thin body started running like flying, and in a blink of an eye it disappeared from the crowd.

Although the newspaper boy thought this gentleman was a little strange, no matter how strange it was, the gentleman who gave tips was a good gentleman.

In addition, his hawking voice became louder and his emotions became fuller.

Because, judging from the performance of the gentleman just now, today's newspapers must be very exciting! They will definitely sell well!

With such a good opportunity, he will not give up. He will continue to be his sales king!

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! Do you want to read the New Haven Times? Today's front page news is 'Scandal in the New Haven Banking Industry! Revealing the inside story of Eagle Bank!' Do you have business in New Haven Bank? If so, you have to buy one!"

Recently, with the opening of the night school of Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory, the two priests who teach and even have no time to teach the tender little boys privately.

Not only do they have to deal with students with higher and higher levels during the day, but they also have to teach many children who know where they come from at night.

Before coming to the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory, they never thought that New Haven had so many children.

Now, they doubt that the entire New Haven children had come to the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory to go to school.

Doug had no sympathy for the priests who seemed to be hollowed out every day. Since he had received the money, he had to work hard.

In this way, the priests can be worthy of the reward they give and go to see God as soon as possible.

Why did Doug have so many opinions on the two young priests?

Because... these two priests always preached to the students intentionally or unintentionally, "If you can study here and study here, you should thank not only the people in the mortal world, but thank God! Thanks to the only God! It is him that allows you to read here and read here, and eat and wear warmly here!"

When Doug heard them preaching the gospel for the first time, he almost angrily removed the classroom.

Could it be that it is because of God that I run my own school?

Has God become the greatest capitalist?

It was not until Thanksgiving that Doug was inexplicably suffering from turkey, but had a very dry taste, that he realized one thing.

For him who does not believe in God, he is simply two kinds of people from believers.

Why could the American ancestors of Mayflower raise their butcher knives to the Indians without any pressure?

Because, they believe that their harvest is God's will, and the people they want to be grateful to are not Indians, but God.

For this species that must be ungrateful, why should Doug be merciful?

Even though he paid the two priests a salary, these two turbid guys might think that it was not Doug who gave them the salary, but God!

Since their faith is so pious, let them uphold this piety and go to heaven to meet the high God.
Chapter completed!