The rainwater poured through the clothes. The already thick clothes carried the weight of the rainwater and became heavier.

When Doug walked to the entrance of the Clayden printing and dyeing factory, his lips were so cold that they turned a little white.

Bored looking at Nathan outside the window on a rainy day, he suddenly saw Doug standing at the gate. He didn't bother to hold an umbrella and rushed out immediately and helped Doug walk into the house.

Light the fireplace.

The dry firewood crackled and sparks burst out.

Because it rains, the chimney cannot discharge smoke normally.

While smoke and dust floated slightly in the house, it gradually became warmer.

Nathan hadn't spoken yet. He could tell that the boss was in a bad mood. He just used a towel made of India's top velvet cotton to dry all his exposed skin for the boss.

But even after he did everything he could, Doug's lips still did not turn red, and his body was still shivering.

Under the chair Doug was sitting, a large pool of water stains accumulated.

"Boss! You need to change a set of clothes!" Nathan said with his mouth open.

"Well..." Doug's eyes lost focus and he looked at the blurred fire without any hesitation.

Nathan looked around and found that the gatekeeper who was guarding was not without extra clothes, but he was not as good as Doug's identity.

The noble factory owner cannot wear clothes of his servants no matter what.

But, where to go to the boss's clothes?

Although the boss has lived in the printing and dyeing factory a few days ago, how could he just use his security guard to enter his house?

After thinking about it, Nathan made a decision. He shouted in a loud voice not far from Doug, "You need to go back to your room and change into dry clothes. You will get sick now!"

"I'm sick?" Doug suddenly reacted.

This is not the era when modern medicine and modern drugs were popularized in the future. In this era, almost everyone who gets sick will have to endure it.

Even if you have money and can cure your illness, you will still be very drunk.

"Go to change your clothes!" Doug said barely with his spirits.

Nathan held up a cowhide umbrella, regardless of half of his body outside the umbrella, and tried his best to protect Doug with the umbrella, preventing him from being left in the rain.

Doug's temporary residence at the printing and dyeing factory was right next to his office.

The first floor of the office is the temporary production workshop.

Ever since the two entered the workshop, their eyes fell on them.

Due to insufficient dyes, Ross has ordered a slowdown in production.

The female worker who had already adapted to high-speed production is now slow, and she is so at ease that even if she turns her head and looks at Doug and Nathan, her work will still not go wrong.

However, whether it is wrong or not is one thing, and the attitude in front of the big boss is another thing.

Rose glanced at him and several captains immediately began to rectify production discipline.

Ross trotted over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just need to go up and change my clothes." Doug pushed away Nathan, who was helping him, and walked upstairs by himself.

Although Nathan dared not support Doug anymore, he was still following him.

Rose, who reported work directly to Doug, also followed.

When Doug took out the key and unscrewed the lock, Nathan realized how simple the place where his boss lived was.

It was so simple that the whole room was too empty. In addition to the floor and ceiling, there were four walls and doors on the walls, there was only one bed that looked very empty.

"I'm fine, you guys go out. Oh! Nathan, please help me cook a pot of boiling water, and put it at the door of the room after it is boiled."

Doug waited for Nathan and Rose to go out before taking off all the clothes, wiped them clean with a long-length cotton towel, and put on a set of dry clothes.

Because when this house was built, I never thought about the need for living.

Therefore, there is no fireplace or stove.

However, twice the white steam water fell into the stomach, and the body warmed from the inside out.

Doug just felt he was getting back to his condition, and before the rain outside the window had stopped, Madison appeared in front of him in panic.

"Boss, our Monopoly can't sell Misto's Monopoly!

There are several more stores now asking for returns!”

When Doug saw Madison's shoulders were wet, he said first, "Drink a cup of hot water first."

Then he fell silent, clasped the knuckles of the index finger of his right hand, and weighed it for a while and said.

"It is not a problem for the store not to sell our Monopoly. You should know newspaper boys, you can find a group of newspaper boys to sell our Monopoly.

You can even let them sell at home.

But... before doing this, we have one more thing to do, come with me."

Doug came to a not-so-large warehouse with Madison, who was still holding half a cup of hot water in his hand.

The warehouse was filled with sacks.

Doug untied a rope at the mouth of a sack, revealing a colorful piece of paper tickets.

"This... is this bank voucher?" Madison, who had been in contact with various forms of consumption for many years, instantly recognized that these were all bank vouchers.

He looked at the amount above and estimated how much dollars would it be worth if all the sacks in the room were filled with bank vouchers!

Although he had not systematically studied mathematics, he felt dry mouth just by thinking about it.

For a moment, he became greedy.

"If all this money is mine..."

"The money is put in such a simple house. If it is less, it can be said that the mouse has eaten it..."

...

Madison's mind was filled with countless thoughts.

However, just as he was about to lose control of himself, Doug said, "These are all invalid bank coupons."

"All of them are invalid?" Madison repeated.

"All of them are invalid. If they are not invalid, why would I pile them here and open a printing and dyeing factory to do "Monopoly"?"

Doug asked back.

Even though Madison kept hinting in his heart that he was an invalid bank coupon, he still walked to the sack with his hands tremblingly, picked up a bank coupon, and saw that there was indeed an invalid stamp on it, he let out a deep breath.

"These are all invalid bank vouchers, why do you keep them?" asked Madison.

Doug took out a stack of money, held it in his left hand and kept slapping it on his right hand, saying, "Who hates money? The game "Monopoly" can make people dream of a rich man, how can money really be attractive?

Is the token used in Monopoly produced by Misto a bank voucher? No.

They are just plain paper.

And we use it as a void bank voucher here, Madison, which one do you think can sell better!”

"Of course it's ours!" Madison said, thinking of his embarrassment just now.
Chapter completed!