In the end, Scrooge decided to take out a loan from JPMorgan Bank, which brought pressure to repay the loan, but also maintained the independence of the business, which, in Scrooge's opinion, was extremely important. However, Scrooge felt that the terms of the loan needed to be discussed in more detail, as Scrooge felt that the rotary lockout franchise was severely underestimated. The company's patent is a very important part of the company's business. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

After signing the loan contract, Scrooge did not go back to Cleveland immediately but stayed in New York for a few days. After a few days, he even found a few more people from Cleveland.

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This morning, Bob, who had just lost his job, bought a copy of the New York Tribune for a penny, as usual, and searched it for job postings and the like, because if he didn't get a job soon, his family would be out of food. The New York Tribune was the third-largest newspaper in New York in terms of circulation at the time, but in terms of influence, it was the number-one newspaper in New York. Its influence went beyond the boundaries of the United States and reached directly into Europe. The famous Karl Marx, for example, has been a contributor to the New York Tribune.

The New York Tribune also takes advertising more seriously than the Sun and the New York Herald, which sell more. Instead of affecting the paper's revenue, this practice has led to a steady stream of people willing to advertise in the paper. It was Bob's immediate impression that there were a few scammers advertising in this newspaper. The last time he read a job ad in the Sun, he went to apply for the job, and not only did he not find a job, but he was cheated out of the $5 application fee. Since then, Bob has never trusted the integrity of newspapers like the Sun and the New York Herald.

There were some job advertisements in this newspaper, but it was obvious that Bob was not up to par with the requirements. Well, Bob had no schooling, and although he had learned how to read and write from a respected Baptist minister, he was barely illiterate, but the few clerical jobs mentioned in the newspaper were not for him.

Just as he was about to throw away the paper in disappointment, a piece of news suddenly caught his attention.

"Macdonald Infantry Arms is sponsoring a prize money shooting competition and welcomes applications from shooting enthusiasts ......"

This news caught Bob's attention, he was a good marksman when he was in the military service, and he had performed well in the battle against the Indians and Mexicans, although now he had not touched a gun for some time, he believed that if he was given a good gun and a period to train, he would soon be able to become a marksman again. However, Bob understood that a good gun costs money, and a period of training costs money. So, after seeing this news, although Bob was a bit moved, after thinking carefully, but can only let out a long sigh.

But the next paragraph soon caught his eye and gave him hope again.

"MacDonald Infantry Arms will also compete with its team and is now looking for interested shooters. Interested parties can apply for jobs at Sox Lumberyard in the western suburbs on August 12. ...... Once selected as a full team member, the company will provide them with guns, ammunition for training, free room and board during training and competition, and a monthly wage of $10... ...the prize money won in the competition will all go to the individual shooter ......"

This is tailor-made for you, really the sky is the limit. Bob took another serious look at the location and date.

When he got home, Bob read the newspaper to his wife. She said, "Honey, this is what you are good at. This must be because God has heard our prayers and given us such an opportunity." The next morning, his wife made breakfast for Bob and prepared two loaves of black bread for her lunch. Bob ate his breakfast, put on the two pieces of black bread and a small bottle of water, and set out.

The registration site was still a bit far from Bob's place, almost halfway across New York, which was not as big as it is now but was still a city of nearly 800,000 people. It took a long time to walk across the city, but Bob estimated that if he moved quickly, he would still be able to make it home in time for lunch.

After walking for almost two hours, Bob finally made it to the registration site. Upon arrival, he was surprised by the long line of people waiting to apply, which looked to be half a mile long.

"Damn! Are there that many good shooters in the world?" Bob spat hard on the ground. He knew that most of the people here were probably here for the fun. Well, there was no registration fee and a chance to shoot a couple of guns.

The line is moving very slowly, it seems that the basic test in front is still very serious. A lot of restless guys wanted to cut in line, but the mutiny had a police officer to maintain order, without saying a word, went up a baton, well, all honestly looked at the long line, Bob once thought that tonight was expected to sleep here. But perhaps because many people didn't want to stand in line and simply left, Bob finally arrived at the front of the line at about 2:00 pm. I'd like to say that some of the people who do the buying and selling are thoughtful, at noon.

The initial test was very simple. A white sheet of paper was hung on the wall about four meters away from Bob, with some large E's drawn all over it from large to small, but these E's were not all placed squarely, some were lying on their backs, some were upside down, and some were simply turned backward. The letters on the top layer of the white paper were the largest, and the lower down they were the smaller. A tester asked Bob to close his left eye and then pointed a stick at the large and small E's and asked him to point in the direction of the opening.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

The next test was to pick up an empty rifle and aim at a distant gun target. Bob saw that as soon as many of the men raised their rifles, the middle-aged man sitting there in charge immediately frowned and signaled that the men were immediately eliminated, and some were eliminated after holding their rifles up for a while.

As a veteran, Bob immediately saw the doorway here. Those in charge of a glance directly eliminated are those who are not in the right posture to hold the gun, and those who are eliminated after lifting the gun for a while are mostly those who do not have enough strength in their hands, slightly end the gun, their hands began to shake, only such arm strength, marksmanship is not good.

In the first two rounds of the test, most of the people were eliminated, but by his military experience, Bob still passed smoothly. The third round of the test was live fire, and the 20 or so people who had passed the previous rounds were gathered together for this test. Bob followed the rules and fired 10 rounds from a front-loading wire-bore gun, a far better score than when he was in the Army a few years ago.

He thought he was done at this point, but who knew that at the end, he would be given a set of strange test papers, which were all choices of life situations. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the answers to the questions. He had no idea whether his answer was right or not. After he handed in his paper in a confused manner, he looked at the sun and saw that the sun was already in the west.

By the time Bob got home, it was already dark. Bob talked to his wife about the test, and although he didn't have a clue, he tried to look confident and tell her that he would pass.

Just as she expected, a mailman came to his house two days later and handed him a letter. The letter carrier gave him the letter, then let him finish signing his book and turned around and left.

"Father, where is this letter from?" The voice of his wife, who was doing the laundry, trembled a little.

Bob read the sender's column on the cover a few more times, then said, with a sense of elation, "It's from the MacDonald Infantry Arms Company."

"Ah, dear, open it and see what it says." The wife dropped the clothes in her hand back into the wooden basin, wiped her guard on her apron, and ran over.

"Well, open it and see, it should be good news." The truth is, if it wasn't good news, there would be no need to give him a letter, would there? Bob carefully opened the envelope and inside was a piece of letterhead with the following in beautiful italic letters.

"Hello, Mr. Bob.

The McDonald Infantry Arms Company Rifle Team respectfully invites you to join us. We cordially invite you to join our firing squad and meet the challenges we face together. We believe that your joining us will bring us both a win-win result ...... comedy If interested, please meet us at Sox Lumberyard by August 17.

From the McDonald Infantry Arms Company Firing Squad."

Bob read the letter repeatedly, and his wife, unable to wait, asked, "The boy's father? What does it say? Listen to me more."

"Nothing, I've been hired!" Bob took a deep breath and tried to tell his wife the news as calmly as possible, but in the end, he couldn't help himself and exclaimed with joy, "Honey, we have money again!"