This modernized propaganda method was simply a dimensionality reduction attack in this era.
Especially allowing every person who bought clothes to understand the achievements of Ms. Dorothea, Ann, and Alice in fighting for women's rights through the labels.
This was like your dad telling you, "Son, you've done a great job in your life. We're going to give you a separate page in the family tree and describe your life's struggles in detail."
The feeling in the hearts of Ms. Dorothea, Ann, and Alice now was even more wonderful than the taste of opium.
They were even stimulated by Dutch's words, their faces flushed, breathing rapidly, and their minds in a daze. Their thoughts even seemed to pause.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! What did I hear? Damn it! They're actually going to name clothes after me? They're actually going to put our contributions to women's rights on the clothes' labels?
Sh*t, how is this any different from my name being among the American presidential candidates?
Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!
Ms. Dorothea, Ann, and Alice were almost going to lose it on the spot!
Dutch reached out and supported Ms. Dorothea and Ann, while Jenny supported Miss Alice, fearing that the three of them would faint from overexcitement.
Dutch smiled as he looked at the three ladies whose faces were flushed as if they were drunk, feeling very satisfied with their reaction.
What is the most top-tier capitalist? This is the most top-tier capitalist.
Making you work wholeheartedly for me while still feeling like you've made a huge profit, a perfect cooperation between both sides, achieving a win-win goal.
"Oh! Mr. Arthur! Mr. Arthur! Oh, I don't know... I really don't know how to thank you! Mr. Arthur! Please rest assured, Mr. Arthur, we will help you promote all of your clothing! Oh, Mr. Arthur, you are truly a great man, I have never seen such a great man as you!"
Ms. Dorothea was so excited she was speaking incoherently.
Ann and Miss Alice next to her were even more excited, breathing rapidly, and too thrilled to know what to say even if they wanted to.
Miss Camille was staring at Dutch with shining eyes, the look of interest on her face almost solidified, causing Miss O'Shea to step forward and link arms with Dutch to declare her sovereignty.
Originally, they thought Ms. Dorothea's praise for Mr. Arthur was just because of their mutual interests, but now that it was their turn to benefit, the feeling of comfort and happiness was simply indescribable.
Dutch smiled and waved his hand, looking at Arthur, who was still marveling at the exquisite sewing machines, and said, "Hosea, Marston, you two go rent a train car now. Our machines will need the help of a train to be transported back. Oh, and rent a few more, I think our soon-to-be-hired female employees in Saint Denis might need to take a train to reach Valentine."
As soon as Dutch finished speaking, the excited Ms. Ann eagerly interjected, "Oh, Mr. Arthur, no need to rent! The Saint Denis train is controlled by the Heidi Family, I will arrange a train for you to use right now! Oh, Mr. Arthur, please do not refuse, this is just a small return gift from us to you!"
"Hahaha, alright, Ann, then let's go recruit employees now. I think those ladies and madams must have been waiting anxiously for a long time," Dutch said with a smile, nodding and pointing outside.
At this time, the outside was noisy, mostly with female voices. Ms. Dorothea's people had already spread the news, and the women who had been looking forward to this in Saint Denis for a long time were all running and gathering.
"Of course, Mr. Arthur, of course!"
The group walked out of the warehouse, completely unaware of what had happened in Saint Denis in that short period of time.
Just ten minutes ago, Ms. Dorothea's people had spread the news that Dutch was about to start recruiting.
This sparked a women's hundred-meter sprint race in Saint Denis.
The ladies who received the news first almost instinctively dropped their work and sprinted towards the warehouse.
As they ran, some clever women who saw them running in the distance and not answering any questions instantly realized what was happening and followed closely behind them, running towards the warehouse.
And those who were slow to react also caught on at this point, immediately abandoning everything in their hands and running wildly behind groups of women.
Gradually, the news spread to every corner of Saint Denis. Women washing clothes at the dock directly threw their clothes down and ran towards the warehouse, climbing with both hands and feet.
The entire street was filled with running women. They varied in age and appearance, their only commonality being that their clothes were all of various poor qualities. Even the ladies from the bar and the bathhouse attendants from the hotel ran out, scrambling and rushing towards the warehouse.
This scene caused the men on the street to stop and stare, some discussing and others shouting curses.
"Sh*t! Are they crazy? What are they all running for on the street?"
"Damn women, why don't the Saint Denis police issue a decree to prevent these damned women from running around freely! Sh*t! They've dirtied my clothes!"
"Oh, look at this group of running women, what a bunch of fools! Oh, sh*t! Why is my wife among them?"
Each man held a condescending attitude. In this era, there were no women's protection laws, and the basic position of women was simply to be an obedient, meaningless woman staying at home!
So, seeing such a group of women running wildly on the street, the men, whose minds were still stuck in the old era, found this kind of madness, unladylike behavior, and even violation of female norms utterly unacceptable.
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to them. The women were all rushing frantically towards the warehouse.
By the time Dutch and the others emerged from the warehouse, over five hundred women had already gathered outside.
These women were all eagerly looking forward, waiting for the gentleman from the warehouse to appear.
Their clothes were old and tattered, full of patches, and their eyes were filled with apprehension, worry, and a hidden longing.
Their lives were so impoverished that the treatment Dutch offered them felt like a step into heaven!
Outside, there were still a continuous stream of ladies arriving. In just ten minutes, over five hundred ladies had gathered, showing that even in a prosperous place like Saint Denis, there were still countless impoverished people.