America 1881: They Call Me Legend
Chapter 337 The Contemporary Patriarch of the Dupont Family
Chapter 337 The Contemporary Patriarch of the Dupont Family
"According to reliable news, the British army has recently invaded Cairo, and Arabi and other Egyptian generals have been captured. The United States has not made any statement 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 war may repeat itself."
On a Delaware estate, an old man in military uniform tries to roll off a thoroughbred 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, wanting to help the old man, but the old man waved his hand decisively and refused.
The entourage had to wait quietly for the old man to dismount and lead the steed away.
The old man took off his white gloves, adjusted the corners and collar of his military uniform, and his eyes were firm, sharp, and profound.
His name is Henry Dupont, and he is the current ruler of the Dupont family and the current head of the family.
After the French family couldn't get along in the country because of the Great Revolution, they moved to the United States.
Through their relationship with the then US President Jefferson, they started a gunpowder business for the federal army and gradually developed.
When it was passed on to Henry, the soldier who graduated from West Point Military Academy had extraordinary courage. He used a militarized model to manage the entire family's property.
And during the Civil War, he stood with Lincoln again.
So in the 19s and 80s, the DuPont family established and dominated the Gunpowder Association, almost monopolizing the entire upstream and downstream of the gunpowder industry in the United States.
But Henry Dupont now feels a little more and more powerless.
Years of fatigue have made his body not as good as before.
For example, I could ride a horse for half a day before, but now I can basically suffer from back pain after two laps.
And he is facing almost the same problem as the old Pinkerton:
The two sons are full of fighting for power and profit, and tearing each other down.
The only nephew who seems capable of leading the family to go on, has always disagreed with himself in various aspects.
The inside of the Gunpowder Association is not monolithic. When I was there, I could still firmly control it with my own reputation and wrist.
What about a hundred years from now?
Henry didn't dare to think about it.
Gloves in his hands, he walked along the avenue with his hands behind his back.
As he walked, he listened to a manager in a black suit reporting to him various information, including but not limited to business.
As an arms dealer, he must be well aware of the ongoing wars in this world.
"Does the president have any plans to intervene between Peru and Chile?" Henry asked.
"No, President Arthur thought it was a matter of the previous government and had nothing to do with him," the manager said.
Henry was silent.
As we all know, the cause of this war was the Atacama Desert, the largest saltpeter mine in the world.
Saltpeter is the main raw material for the production of gunpowder.
If Chile completely wins, then the Kingdom of Great Britain behind them will completely control the saltpeter market there.
As for the interests of American businessmen represented by themselves, it is not easy to say.
Seeing that Henry didn't speak, the manager knew it was time to move on to the next topic.
"This is the sales report of our company in every state in the country this month." He handed the old man a document.
Henry took the document and glanced at it, but was attracted by the dazzling figures on the report.
He pointed to the sales data behind several western states such as California, Kansas, and Colorado:
"Why did the sales in these states drop so much last month?" Henry frowned.
"Well, it's because a new type of gun is being sold there recently." The manager quickly replied.
"What does the new model of gun have to do with us? Isn't that the gun association's business?" Henry still didn't quite understand.
"Because new guns can only use new bullets, and this new bullet is different from our previous products." The manager explained.
Henry's expression suddenly became cloudy and uncertain.
His first reaction was that someone from the Gunpowder Association backstabbed him.
But the manager who has followed him for many years can tell what the boss is thinking just by looking at his expression.
"The company that produced this bullet is not a member of the association," he said.
"Our engineers studied those bullets and found that the filler inside was not black powder."
"It is a kind of smokeless gunpowder, which is more powerful than black powder."
"Ha, uncle, I said earlier that the future must be a world of dynamite and smokeless gunpowder!"
A vigorous young man walked over from not far away. He walked like a wind, and soon came to Henry's side.
This young man was Henry Dupont's nephew and the most likely successor to the Dupont family business, Ramon Dupont.
"I'm really curious, how did they successfully develop smokeless gunpowder, can you help me contact that company?" Ramon walked up to the manager and asked.
The manager's eyes are erratic, cruising between the uncle and nephew.
Henry looked unhappy.
"Ramon, I remember that I once said that DuPont will not get involved in businesses other than black powder. The testing and production of yellow explosives are not allowed within DuPont."
He looked directly at Ramon, and the sharp eyes made the young man shiver: "The same goes for smokeless gunpowder."
Ramon didn't say anything, but continued to follow Henry with his head down.
Forbearance!
Henry walked in front, he didn't speak, and the manager and Ramon didn't dare to say anything.
The old man thought for a while, then hooked his fingers back.
The manager came up immediately.
"Find out the company that produces smokeless gunpowder, talk to them, and then draw them into the Gunpowder Association." Henry stroked his beard.
Although I don't know how such a fish that slipped through the net appeared when the association was used to reshuffle the industry a few years ago.
But the fish that can slip through the net must be small fish.
Henry was not worried at all.
He thinks that his temper has improved a lot over the years.
Since he wanted to make money, as long as he played under the rules he made, he had no objections.
After joining the association, he doesn't mind taking a bite of the soup for anyone who is honest and obedient.
"We, we talked to them." The manager stammered, "Boss, he is a Chinese businessman, but he has American citizenship."
The old man's footsteps stopped.
"and then?"
"He, he refused, saying that the requirements are too harsh, and it's okay to let him join the association, but it must be done according to his conditions." The manager finished speaking tremblingly.
A roar suddenly appeared over the manor.
"He! Thought! He! Who is it?!"
Henry was furious, just like ten years ago.
The manager dared not speak, while his nephew Ramon watched coldly.
The old man's face flushed.
He turned around and slowly walked up to the manager, staring straight at the manager.
The manager didn't dare to show his anger.
"Then use the old method," Henry said.
"Let them take the dirt plane!"
Ramon on the side almost didn't laugh out loud, but he still forcibly held back.
So, it made his expression look very odd.
Ramon despised his uncle's way of solving problems.
He is old, but his anger is still so strong, and he still thinks about his earth plane all day long.
Ramon never doubted that the future was of dynamite and smokeless powder.
The old man let him take his own black powder into the ground because he was self-proclaimed. He had already set up a factory of his own in New Jersey.
The gap between large companies and small workshops lies in the strength of funds and the ability to mobilize resources.
Small workshops can have innovations and inventions, but they will not belong to them soon.
patent?Patents are nothing in front of the DuPont family!
If you are willing to sell, then you are a smart person, and you will naturally buy the patent with great mercy, and you will be in a good mood with the company;
Not willing to sell?That is shameless, can you poach your technicians?Can you find a way to get your information?
steal?Can the affairs of a big company be called stealing?
Only in the hands of big companies can real patents come into play!There is a future!
After Henry left with a gloomy expression.
Ramon pulled the manager aside: "Help me get in touch with that company, or, you go directly to them to recruit people!"
(End of this chapter)
"According to reliable news, the British army has recently invaded Cairo, and Arabi and other Egyptian generals have been captured. The United States has not made any statement 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 war may repeat itself."
On a Delaware estate, an old man in military uniform tries to roll off a thoroughbred 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, wanting to help the old man, but the old man waved his hand decisively and refused.
The entourage had to wait quietly for the old man to dismount and lead the steed away.
The old man took off his white gloves, adjusted the corners and collar of his military uniform, and his eyes were firm, sharp, and profound.
His name is Henry Dupont, and he is the current ruler of the Dupont family and the current head of the family.
After the French family couldn't get along in the country because of the Great Revolution, they moved to the United States.
Through their relationship with the then US President Jefferson, they started a gunpowder business for the federal army and gradually developed.
When it was passed on to Henry, the soldier who graduated from West Point Military Academy had extraordinary courage. He used a militarized model to manage the entire family's property.
And during the Civil War, he stood with Lincoln again.
So in the 19s and 80s, the DuPont family established and dominated the Gunpowder Association, almost monopolizing the entire upstream and downstream of the gunpowder industry in the United States.
But Henry Dupont now feels a little more and more powerless.
Years of fatigue have made his body not as good as before.
For example, I could ride a horse for half a day before, but now I can basically suffer from back pain after two laps.
And he is facing almost the same problem as the old Pinkerton:
The two sons are full of fighting for power and profit, and tearing each other down.
The only nephew who seems capable of leading the family to go on, has always disagreed with himself in various aspects.
The inside of the Gunpowder Association is not monolithic. When I was there, I could still firmly control it with my own reputation and wrist.
What about a hundred years from now?
Henry didn't dare to think about it.
Gloves in his hands, he walked along the avenue with his hands behind his back.
As he walked, he listened to a manager in a black suit reporting to him various information, including but not limited to business.
As an arms dealer, he must be well aware of the ongoing wars in this world.
"Does the president have any plans to intervene between Peru and Chile?" Henry asked.
"No, President Arthur thought it was a matter of the previous government and had nothing to do with him," the manager said.
Henry was silent.
As we all know, the cause of this war was the Atacama Desert, the largest saltpeter mine in the world.
Saltpeter is the main raw material for the production of gunpowder.
If Chile completely wins, then the Kingdom of Great Britain behind them will completely control the saltpeter market there.
As for the interests of American businessmen represented by themselves, it is not easy to say.
Seeing that Henry didn't speak, the manager knew it was time to move on to the next topic.
"This is the sales report of our company in every state in the country this month." He handed the old man a document.
Henry took the document and glanced at it, but was attracted by the dazzling figures on the report.
He pointed to the sales data behind several western states such as California, Kansas, and Colorado:
"Why did the sales in these states drop so much last month?" Henry frowned.
"Well, it's because a new type of gun is being sold there recently." The manager quickly replied.
"What does the new model of gun have to do with us? Isn't that the gun association's business?" Henry still didn't quite understand.
"Because new guns can only use new bullets, and this new bullet is different from our previous products." The manager explained.
Henry's expression suddenly became cloudy and uncertain.
His first reaction was that someone from the Gunpowder Association backstabbed him.
But the manager who has followed him for many years can tell what the boss is thinking just by looking at his expression.
"The company that produced this bullet is not a member of the association," he said.
"Our engineers studied those bullets and found that the filler inside was not black powder."
"It is a kind of smokeless gunpowder, which is more powerful than black powder."
"Ha, uncle, I said earlier that the future must be a world of dynamite and smokeless gunpowder!"
A vigorous young man walked over from not far away. He walked like a wind, and soon came to Henry's side.
This young man was Henry Dupont's nephew and the most likely successor to the Dupont family business, Ramon Dupont.
"I'm really curious, how did they successfully develop smokeless gunpowder, can you help me contact that company?" Ramon walked up to the manager and asked.
The manager's eyes are erratic, cruising between the uncle and nephew.
Henry looked unhappy.
"Ramon, I remember that I once said that DuPont will not get involved in businesses other than black powder. The testing and production of yellow explosives are not allowed within DuPont."
He looked directly at Ramon, and the sharp eyes made the young man shiver: "The same goes for smokeless gunpowder."
Ramon didn't say anything, but continued to follow Henry with his head down.
Forbearance!
Henry walked in front, he didn't speak, and the manager and Ramon didn't dare to say anything.
The old man thought for a while, then hooked his fingers back.
The manager came up immediately.
"Find out the company that produces smokeless gunpowder, talk to them, and then draw them into the Gunpowder Association." Henry stroked his beard.
Although I don't know how such a fish that slipped through the net appeared when the association was used to reshuffle the industry a few years ago.
But the fish that can slip through the net must be small fish.
Henry was not worried at all.
He thinks that his temper has improved a lot over the years.
Since he wanted to make money, as long as he played under the rules he made, he had no objections.
After joining the association, he doesn't mind taking a bite of the soup for anyone who is honest and obedient.
"We, we talked to them." The manager stammered, "Boss, he is a Chinese businessman, but he has American citizenship."
The old man's footsteps stopped.
"and then?"
"He, he refused, saying that the requirements are too harsh, and it's okay to let him join the association, but it must be done according to his conditions." The manager finished speaking tremblingly.
A roar suddenly appeared over the manor.
"He! Thought! He! Who is it?!"
Henry was furious, just like ten years ago.
The manager dared not speak, while his nephew Ramon watched coldly.
The old man's face flushed.
He turned around and slowly walked up to the manager, staring straight at the manager.
The manager didn't dare to show his anger.
"Then use the old method," Henry said.
"Let them take the dirt plane!"
Ramon on the side almost didn't laugh out loud, but he still forcibly held back.
So, it made his expression look very odd.
Ramon despised his uncle's way of solving problems.
He is old, but his anger is still so strong, and he still thinks about his earth plane all day long.
Ramon never doubted that the future was of dynamite and smokeless powder.
The old man let him take his own black powder into the ground because he was self-proclaimed. He had already set up a factory of his own in New Jersey.
The gap between large companies and small workshops lies in the strength of funds and the ability to mobilize resources.
Small workshops can have innovations and inventions, but they will not belong to them soon.
patent?Patents are nothing in front of the DuPont family!
If you are willing to sell, then you are a smart person, and you will naturally buy the patent with great mercy, and you will be in a good mood with the company;
Not willing to sell?That is shameless, can you poach your technicians?Can you find a way to get your information?
steal?Can the affairs of a big company be called stealing?
Only in the hands of big companies can real patents come into play!There is a future!
After Henry left with a gloomy expression.
Ramon pulled the manager aside: "Help me get in touch with that company, or, you go directly to them to recruit people!"
(End of this chapter)
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