"John, you know, our family may be a little more abundant than yours. After all, our family is my father and my elder brother making money. But $40 is not a small number for us. I personally don't have that much money, so I can only ask my parents for help. I don't know how much they can give out, but I will try to convince them as much as possible. But John, you have to tell me first, how do you plan to pay back the money after you get the money and finish your studies in the business school," said Scrooge.

"Scozhi, you have changed a lot. You will actually think of so many questions. When you are so old, you can't think of so many things." John Rockefeller said, "If I want to be my boss and start a company by myself, I will definitely find you as a partner. I have already investigated. There are many new companies now, and other staff are relatively easy to find. However, the staff who can keep accounts are relatively insufficient. Therefore, if I complete the study of the Business School, it is still not a big problem to find a job. Now, a person who has mastered basic accounting skills can usually get a monthly salary ranging from 5-6 US dollars in the first year. My monthly expenses are no more than two US dollars, so I can pay off my debts in just over a year."

"Sounds good," said Scrooge. "I think I've been convinced by you. I'll convince my parents..."

At this time, the middle school had already appeared not far in front of them. The two of them walked into the school gate and walked to the classroom of the class where Scourge was located. John Rockefeller handed the backpack that he had been carrying with Scourge to Scourge: "Okay, it's here. Oh, by the way, I haven't told anyone about this yet, please keep it a secret for me..."

Shi Kozhi nodded and walked into the classroom. At this time, there were already some people in the classroom, but the teacher had not come yet. As soon as he saw Shi Kozhi coming in, the classroom immediately became lively.

"Hey, Scrooge! I heard you fool fell from the tree?" A boy with little red freckles on his nose started to yell.

"Scrooge, it seems that your leather is really strong!" A light-haired boy stretched out his hand, pinched Scrooge's face, and said, "Look, it's thick!"

"Stop, Tom!" A small boy stood up, "Even the patient is bullied, there is no prospect at all!"

The light-haired child named Tom looked at the little man, squinted his mouth, and said, "Carter, you really don't understand any humor. I'm just joking with Scozhi, without any malice."

"You are bullying Scow for treatment!" the little man named Carter said coldly, "And you, Rom, you are the same, you are also a useless thing to bully patients!"

"I'm not going to argue with a guy like you who has no sense of humor!" The child with freckles on his nose also sat down in disappointment.

The little man looked at Scozhi again and said, "Scozhi, I heard that you had injured your head and you couldn't remember some things. Is that true?"

"Yes." Scrooge replied.

"Then do you remember where you are sitting? Do you remember what we are called?" Carter continued.

Scrooge shook his head.

"I don't remember anything?" Carter shook his head, "Do you still remember how to do those damn math problems?"

"I should still remember this." Considering that there is no damn Olympiad mathematics in this era, Scozhi is still very confident in doing middle school mathematics problems in this era.

"That's great!" Carter smiled, "Snap time to make up for what you haven't learned - it's up to you to the final exam in a month!...Okay, brothers, now, I'll give each of you three minutes to introduce our Scrooge. Well, let's start with me!"

"My name is Carter. I have a strange disease, that is, I don't feel pain." Carter began to introduce himself, "My biggest advantage is that I have a strong strength and can fight. Apart from sports, my grades in various subjects are not very good, and at most I just passed the exam. After dating me for a long time, I know that I am a person who is easy to deal with."

After Carter introduced himself, he looked around the classroom and said, "Tom, you are next!"

"Well, my name is Tom. Actually, we are old friends. Sometimes I like to joke around, but everyone knows that I have no ill intentions. Well, it depends on you for the final exam!"

"Jessica, then you..."

"My name is Jessica, my dad is..."

Maybe there were not many people studying at that time. Although there were people coming one after another, the total number of classmates was not large. So this self-introduction ended just before class.

The first lesson is the mathematics that Scourge was the best at the original. As expected, the middle school mathematics of this era is really simple compared to Scourge now. As simple as Scourge just needs to glance at it, he can directly report the answer. Such a lesson will inevitably be distracted. Scourge supports his cheek with one hand and looks like he is looking at the blackboard, but he began to think about his future path in his heart.

"It seems that the Civil War is about to break out? If I remember well, it seems that it was around 1861. War is definitely a good opportunity to make a fortune. Think about what ways I can make a fortune? First of all, it is speculation. If I remember correctly, didn't Morgan's first ill-gotten fortune be made by reselling gold during the Civil War? But... forget it, I am not like Morgan, which society is like that, and I can always get all kinds of insider information first. I go to Wall Street to play speculation, but I'm afraid I don't know how I die. It's still reliable from the industry...

… Oil should be a good deal. At the beginning of the Civil War, without the agriculture in the south, there was no lamp oil used for lighting in the city, all ships were used for war, and whaling ships were no exception, so when lubricating oil was gone, almost all of these were solved by the exploitation and refining of oil. Rockefeller made his fortune by this, and hugged his thighs tightly, and he should have gained some benefits. However, Rockefeller... It seems that his best in history was to kick partners out of the company, right? Even if he was a time traveler, it would be difficult to guarantee that there would be no such day... Why not just make weapons! Before he traveled through time, he worked as an engineer at the Northern Industrial Company. Although the projects he studied before traveling through time seem a little ahead of his current era, guns

I am still very familiar with it. As a side job that cheats foreigners of money, such as bolt-action sniper rifles, pump-action shotguns, various automatic rifles, machine guns, and various counterfeit versions of automatic pistols and revolvers, I am still quite familiar with it. As long as I have the first start-up capital, it is not impossible to copy these things. I just don’t know the level of material in this era. However, considering that it won’t take long, it seems that in 1866, the Germans built Mauser rifles, completing the leap from modern rifles to modern rifles. In this way, even if it is still difficult to build an automatic rifle, it is still possible to build an old Mauser rifle. Well, even the old Mauser 1871 is much better than the bore-bore rifles used by the Americans in the Civil War...

However, it seems that the breech gun has been rejected by some old-fashioned things. I remember that in Europe, a big man even claimed that he would rather lose the war than use a breech gun, which is "unmanly" weapon. Of course, it may also be that these old antiques collected money from those merchants who made breech guns. If it were the latter, he would probably encounter such problems in the United States. If it were the latter, he would probably not be able to effectively make money by using war... Otherwise, after this thing was made, it would be sold to the Southerners first. As long as the Southerners can use these things to beat the Northerners, the Northerners will definitely purchase it in large quantities. What does it mean? 'The arms dealer who does not sell weapons to strike his own motherland is not a real arms dealer'? Well, you must let the Yankees shed enough blood first, and then let the Southerners shed more blood, and then there will be a chance..."

"Scozhi, please answer this question...Scozhi!Scozhi! What are you doing!" Just as Scozhi was thinking about the wild nature, a voice rang in his ear.

Mathematics teacher Rodriguez stood next to Scozhi. In fact, since Scozhi kept staring at the blackboard, Teacher Rodriguez could not immediately find that Scozhi was distracted. After he came up with a slightly difficult question on the blackboard, he casually clicked a few students, but they could not answer it. So Teacher Rodriguez habitually called Scozhi's name. Only after this call, Teacher Rodriguez discovered that Scozhi was distracted.

"Ah, I, I'm thinking." Scozhi was startled.

Teacher Rodriguez's attitude became gentle, because he knew that Scrooge's head had just fallen, and it seemed that there was a problem with his memory. In addition, he lacked so many classes, such questions might not be answered immediately. His anger just now was just a habitual posture - facing those little bastards, he couldn't suppress those guys if he didn't habitually pose in anger.

"Oh, Scrooge, can you understand what you are today?" said Mr. Rodriguez gently.

"Yeah, that's OK," said Scrooge.

"Will you do the blackboard questions?"

"Ah, the question on the blackboard?" Shi Grozhi quickly looked at the blackboard. There was a very ordinary application question about speed, distance, and time. When it was put into the future, it was just the difficulty of the senior grades of elementary school.

"One hour and 15 minutes." Scrooge got the answer almost instantly, but he did not say the answer, but instead shook his head - now, he didn't want to act too special.

"Well, this is nothing, Scozhi, after all, you are missing a lot of classes. Sit down and listen carefully," said Mr. Rodriguez.
Chapter completed!