America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 337 The contemporary head of the DuPont family

"According to reliable information, the army of the Kingdom of Great Britain recently invaded Cairo, and Arabi and other Egyptian generals were captured. The United States Federation has not yet expressed its position on this matter."

"Recently, news came from Lima, the capital of Peru, that Peruvian general Cáceres is planning a counterattack against the Chilean army, and the local fighting may relapse."

In a manor in Delaware, an old man in military uniform tried to get off a pureblood horse.

Every week, he would ride his beloved horse around the manor.

The attendant who had been waiting for a long time walked up quickly and wanted to help the old man, but the old man waved his hand decisively and refused.

The entourage could only wait quietly for the old man to dismount and lead the horse away.

The old man took off his white gloves and adjusted the corners and collar of his military uniform. His eyes were firm, sharp, and profound.

His name is Henry Dupont, he is the current leader of the Dupont family and the contemporary head of the family.

This French family moved to the United States after they could not survive in their home country due to the Revolution.

Henry didn't dare think about it.

The manager's eyes were wandering between the uncle and nephew.

As an arms dealer, he must be well aware of the wars taking place in the world.

"We, we talked to them." The manager stuttered, "The boss is a Chinese businessman, but he has American citizenship."

Ramon on the side almost laughed out loud, but he still managed to hold it back.

Although I don’t know how such things could have slipped through the cracks when associations were used to reshuffle the industry a few years ago.

The manager did not dare to speak, while his nephew Ramon looked on with cold eyes.

Henry was furious, just like ten years ago.

As for the interests of the American businessmen represented by themselves, it is hard to say.

When it was passed down to Henry, this soldier who graduated from the West Point Military Academy had extraordinary courage, and he managed the entire family industry using a military model.

So in the 1870s and 1980s, the DuPont family established and dominated the Gunpowder Association, almost monopolizing the entire American gunpowder industry.

Henry's expression suddenly became cloudy and uncertain.

The old man thought for a moment and hooked his fingers back.

The old man's face turned red.

This young man is Henry Dupont's nephew and the person most likely to inherit the DuPont family business, Ramon Dupont.

Years of hard work have made his body worse than before.

He turned around and walked slowly to the manager, staring blankly at the manager.

He pointed to the sales data behind California, Kansas, Colorado and several other western states:

"Why did sales in these states drop so sharply last month?" Henry frowned.

"I'm really curious about how they successfully developed smokeless gunpowder. Can you help me contact that company?" Ramon walked up to the manager and asked.

What about yourself a hundred years from now?

As he walked, he listened to a manager in a black suit beside him, reporting various information to him, including but not limited to business.

The manager immediately came over.

Henry took the file and glanced at it, but was attracted by a few dazzling numbers on the report.

An energetic young man walked over from not far away. He walked as if he was carrying the wind, and quickly came to Henry's side.

Henry walked in front. He said nothing, and the manager and Ramon did not dare to say a word.

He thinks his temper has improved a lot over the years.

The Gunpowder Association is not monolithic inside. When I was there, I could still control it firmly with my own reputation and skills.

"Let them fly in a dirt plane!"

Henry looked unhappy.

"The company that produces this bullet is not a member of the association," he said.

For example, I could ride a horse for half a day before, but now my back is sore after two laps.

The only nephew who seemed capable of taking the family forward was always at odds with him in all aspects.

"Ha, uncle, I have said before that the future will definitely be a world of yellow explosives and smokeless gunpowder!"

A roar suddenly appeared over the manor.

Since he wants to make money, as long as he plays under his own rules, he doesn't have any objections.

But the fish that can slip through the net are definitely small fish.

He looked directly at Ramon, his sharp eyes lighting up the young man's back: "Smokeless gunpowder is the same."

If Chile completely wins, the Kingdom of Great Britain behind them will completely control the saltpeter market there.

Henry was silent.

"Then use the old method." Henry said.

But Henry Dupont now feels a little more and more powerless.

"Find the company that produces smokeless gunpowder, talk to them, and then bring them into the Gunpowder Association." Henry touched his beard.

Through their relationship with the then U.S. President Jefferson, they entered into the gunpowder business for the federal army and gradually grew and prospered.

The old man's footsteps stopped.

And he also faced almost the same problem as Old Pinkerton:

The two sons were obsessed with fighting for power and trying to undermine each other.

The manager didn't dare to show off his arrogance.

"Then what?"

"It is a kind of smokeless gunpowder, more powerful than black powder."

"What does the new model of gun have to do with us? Isn't that a matter of the gun association?" Henry still didn't quite understand.

Henry wasn't worried at all.

"No, President Arthur thinks that is a matter of the previous government and has nothing to do with him," the manager said.

His first reaction was that someone from the Gunpowder Association stabbed him in the back.

"Because new guns can only use new bullets, and these new bullets are different from our previous products," the manager explained.

He held the gloves in his hands and walked along the avenue with his hands behind his back.

"This is our company's sales report for each state in the country this month." He handed the old man a document.

After joining the association, he would not mind sharing a mouthful of soup with anyone who was honest and obedient.

The old man stuck to his old ways and asked him to take his own black powder to the ground. He had already set up a factory of his own in New Jersey.

"He! Think! Who! Who is he?!"

And during the Civil War, he stood with Lincoln again.

Ramon never doubted that the future was for yellow explosive and smokeless gunpowder.

"Our engineers studied those bullets and found that the filler inside was not black powder."

As we all know, the cause of this war was the Atacama Desert, the world's largest saltpeter mine.

Ramon didn't say anything, but lowered his head and continued to follow Henry.

Seeing that Henry remained silent, the manager knew it was time to move on to the next topic.

Saltpeter is the main raw material for the production of gunpowder.

So, this makes his expression look very weird.

"Does the president have any plans to intervene between Peru and Chile?" Henry asked.

But managers who have followed him for many years can tell what the boss is thinking just by looking at his expression.

"Well, it's because a new model of gun is on sale there recently." The manager quickly replied.

The difference between large companies and small workshops lies in the strength of funds and the ability to mobilize resources.

"Ramon, I remember I once said that DuPont will not get involved in business other than black powder. The testing and production of yellow explosives are not allowed within DuPont."

"He, he refused, saying that the requirements were too harsh. It's okay to want him to join the association, but it must be on his terms." The manager finished his words tremblingly.

Forbearance!

Despite his age, he is still very angry and thinks about his airplane all day long.

Ramon despised his uncle's way of solving problems.

Small workshops may have innovations and inventions, but they will no longer belong to them soon.

Patents? Patents are nothing in front of the DuPont family!

If you are willing to sell, you are a smart person. You will naturally buy the patent mercifully, and you will be in a good mood and take the company with you;

Not willing to sell? That would be shameless. Is it okay to poach your technical staff? Is it okay to find a way to get your information?

Stealing? Can a big company’s affairs be called stealing?

Real patents can only be put into use when they are in the hands of big companies! Only then can they have a future!

After Henry left with a gloomy expression.

Ramon pulled the manager aside: "Help me contact that company, or you can go directly to them to recruit people for me!"

(End of chapter)