"How do you feel?

Is it good to eat?

Did the police torture you?

Don't worry, I'll get you out!"

Doug asked sincerely, clasping his arms around and pinching the little shoe-shiner's shoulders with his hands outstretched, staring into his eyes.

Originally delicious and delicious, I felt like a little shoe-shiner living in heaven, but I burst into tears in an instant.

Tears poured out uncontrollably, choking him up and even making him speechless.

Doug whispered comforting words on the sidelines.

Hull was also very worried when he saw this scene.

Not because he was worried about the fate of the little shoe-shiner, but he felt that Doug was too hypocritical.

Now it's you who say you're going to save people, and it's you're the one who just said that you want the little shoe-shiner to die.

If you really want to keep the little shoe-shiner alive, it's not easy?

Spend some money, make a little donation, and take people out of the police station without anyone taking care of them.

What day will not die in these years?

If every murderer is arrested, not to mention that there is no place to detain, even food cannot be provided.

It's a pity that the truth of all this can't be said to the little shoe-shiner, and he doesn't dare to say it to the little shoe-shiner.

The salary of a police officer is only a few dollars, and the bank voucher that Mr. Doug gave him yesterday is worth several months' salary.

What is the use of having a conscience if you are short of people? Conscience cannot fill your stomach.

Even, in order to have more rewards in the future, although Hull was disgusted with Doug's behavior, his mouth still opened involuntarily.

"Master Doug, I assure God that your entourage has not received the slightest bit of abuse, and if you come during the day, you will be able to see this cell, no, how bright this room is.

This is the best room in our police station except for the chief's office.

Even his food is baked on the spot by the best baker on the street. ”

"Is that so?" asked Doug the little shoe-shiner.

The little shoe-shiner with tears in his eyes nodded.

Doug turned to Hel, "This is my best entourage, I must not let him suffer in the slightest!"

"Yes, yes. Your retinue is my best brother!Can I, Hull, abuse my best brother?" Hull said involuntarily as he looked at his "unlucky brother" with pity.

"Don't worry, it's going to be fine, it's going to be fine. God will bless you. Doug said.

"I ...... I'm a Roma, I don't believe in God......" said the little shoe-shiner, sobbing.

"God bless every lost lamb. Doug reassured.

Although Doug talks about God, he doesn't believe in it. In New England, the greatest good thing about God is that you can do more with less.

As for the Roma in the mouth of the little shoe-shiner, they are a people who originated in northern India. Americans call them gypsies.

They are a people without religious beliefs, and they do not even have a country or settlement of their own.

Every gypsy seems to have been wandering from the moment they were born.

And in New England, a region that is extremely conservative and religious, unbelieving gypsies are still ostracized even if they convert to God.

Otherwise, the little shoe-shiner wouldn't have taken the opportunity Doug had given him as much.

For him, who still has no money to leave New Haven, this is really his only chance to change his fate.

Doug reassured the little shoe-shiner once more, and handed him a handful of bits and pieces of money in front of him.

"You...... You're such a good man!" said the little shoe-shiner, who had stopped crying, in a very nasal voice.

Doug said, "You're a good guy too, and believe me, good guys will be rewarded." ”

Doug reluctantly left, and Hull re-fastened the bars of his cell.

The little shoe-shiner looked at the bright moon hanging from the branches outside the window, and felt that even the night breeze was so gentle.

"Are you going back?" asked Hull, Doug.

"I'm going back. Doug nodded.

"Do you need me to send you back? It's not a quiet night in New Haven. ”

"No need!" Doug waved his cane in hand, "I'm sure no one will trouble me." ”

"Then you go slowly......" Hull paused to see Doug as he handed over to the door of the police station.

Doug walked the streets of New Haven at a brisk pace.

A series of arrangements for the little shoe-shiner, although cumbersome, will be worth the benefit if successful.

He's had an idea since he shot Smith in the head yesterday, ran into a shoeshine and ran into a police officer.

An idea for a more explosive promotion of Monopoly.

The story in the propaganda will look like this:

Doug, a young scholar, invented a brand new game - "Monopoly".

He wanted to mass-produce Monopoly and make it accessible to more people. Invested in the purchase of the Smith Printing and Dyeing Factory, which continued to lose money.

In the process of selling the printing and dyeing factory, the owner of the factory, Smith, learns of Doug's plan.

So he was born from the side of his guts, and after Doug paid the money, he wanted to kill Doug and kill him.

Whether it is the printing and dyeing factory itself, or Doug's purchase funds, or the production rights of "Monopoly", he wants them all.

But how did he think that the thin and loyal attendant next to Doug was actually armed with a gun and shot him in the head.

The gunfire drew the police, and Doug's loyal entourage was put in jail.

Smith's widow sued his entourage, not only demanding a life for his life, but also a huge amount of compensation, even the printing and dyeing factory and "Monopoly".

She hired the most treacherous lawyer, while Doug only had a terrible lawyer.

Although Doug tried to turn the tide, he was unable to save the lives of his followers.

Even if "Monopoly" is successfully released in the end, the kind-hearted Doug will still inevitably be sad.

Shouldn't Monopoly be bought with such a story?

The reason why Doug has such confidence is because there have been more than one similar incident around him.

He originally lived in a small county town.

Suddenly, one day, three men broke into the house and robbed a restaurant on the outskirts of the county. The man of the restaurant was killed, and the hostess was raped by the wheel (harmony).

Before these three people were subdued, this matter was already in a uproar in the county.

Originally, the business was extremely average, but because of the curiosity of the people in the county, the business suddenly boomed.

Another incident also happened in the county, but in the middle of the county.

Not long after a gold store in the center of the county opened, it was burglarized.

The guards who remained in the gold shop were killed, and the offenders were sentenced a week later.

In the event of such a vicious incident, the partners of the gold shop have planned to close their doors and admit it.

However, two or three days after the incident, a large wave of guests was ushered in. Not only people around the county, but also people from the city and province came to buy gold jewelry.

As I was buying, I asked, "Did you die here?"

That time was the best time for the gold store's business.

Consumers like to see human blood steamed buns, no! human blood bread.

Doug, who didn't hit Doug who was on the verge of encountering such a good thing, wanted to create such a good thing with his own hands!

Only when blood is watered with the flower of capital can profits be fruitful.