Doug Claydon stood in the back row of the Yale classroom, as if no one was around, his brush in hand and his head bowed in thought.

"Hey, look at him, he's there again!" exclaimed the two white-skinned students, standing on the steps of the lecture hall, looking up at the small figure in the back row of the classroom who barely reached the desk.

"Have you heard?"

"Of course I heard!"

"How could he be so powerful!"

With the small figure of Doug in the back of the classroom as the center, it radiates in all directions, and all the students in the classroom are discussing him.

Doug, who was the focus, was not distracted by the voices of these people in the slightest. He was carefully smearing the cloth on the hardwood table with a pen dipped in paint.

As you can see, this is America, the free America of 1859.

It's been a while since Doug crossed over, and the beggar-like, dying body that was first possessed has recently regained its health. The tattered beggar's suit was also replaced by a luxurious British gentleman's suit.

I want to ask him how he managed to complete the counterattack from beggar to gentleman in a day when the economy was in deep crisis and the most vigorous workers were struggling to find a job.

The answer is simple, be a gunslinger and write essays for college students who find it difficult to study.

Of course, it is easy to say, but how to promote yourself and convince others is still quite a difficult thing.

Doug's choice was simple: walk into a classroom and slap the lecturer on the platform.

The little beggar scolds the lecturer? This is news in itself

The little beggar scolds the lecturer and convinces the lecturer? This is even more big news.

Doug, one of the protagonists of Yale's recent hot news, also instantly stepped on the hot corpse of another protagonist in the hot news.

Fame means money, it means money rolls in.

By writing essays and talking about difficult knowledge points, Doug quickly became rich even in the context of the economic crisis.

But the rich are rich and the little rich, and Doug is just a small rich now. Not to mention that compared with the big capitalists in the United States and Europe, he is a coachman with his own carriage, and he is richer than him in careful calculation.

A little rich is safe?

Can a small amount of wealth be satisfied?

No!

Never!

Once in time, I also traveled to the free United States. Doug vows to become a big capitalist and manipulate the whole of America, and indeed the whole world, into his own hands!

Hehe.

Since capital came to the world, every pore has flowed with milk and honey.

The cloth was covered with colorful patterns.

Make this thing, and you'll make money!" a smile crossed Doug's lips.

Don't look at the cloth in Doug's hand is light and dirty, but this is a secret magic weapon that can turn all Americans into big rich, and it is also the first step on his way to the throne of capital.

As he hummed the upbeat music and carried the canvas to get up and leave, a Mediterranean head suddenly broke into his sight, and his mood instantly became very bad.

This is Donto, who is in charge of the day-to-day management of the school and has always been targeting Doug's "big villain".

"?" Doug looked at Donto, who was much taller than him, with a fearless expression.

But Donto didn't do it today, as he had done before, and the fierce gods wanted to drive him out. Instead, he was polite and humble, like an old English butler, and said, "The headmaster wants to see you." ”

"The headmaster wants to see me, lead the way, I know the way, don't try to play tricks. Doug looked at Donto with suspicion and threatened.

Donto shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "You're a celebrity in the school, and it's true that the headmaster wants to see you." ”

Walking all the way without saying a word, he pushed open the heavy door of the principal's office, and there was an old priest in cumbersome clothes sitting inside, he saw Doug come in, put down the manuscript in his hand, took off his reading glasses and asked, "You are Doug?"

"Well, I'm Doug, Doug Claydon, what are you looking for me?" asked Doug after introducing himself.

"Oh, I'm intrigued by your new claims in economics. The old principal raised his hand, and the assistant next to him handed over a large pile of papers.

"The extensive use of diagrams, formulas, mathematics, and preset conditions can make people dizzy, and I have to say that it is very powerful. There are a few rich gentlemen who are interested in your theories and are willing to fully fund your studies, would you like to?"

Doug didn't think much of it, and said directly, "I don't want to." ”

Since the birth of capitalism, there has been a paradoxical problem that is difficult to solve, and that is the imbalance between production and consumption.

Production is for profit, and expansion of production is for more profit.

Profits come mainly from consumption and exploitation.

The main groups of consumption and exploitation are the workers and peasants at the bottom, and the profits are taken away by the capitalists, so they naturally have less money to buy goods.

Therefore, when the products produced reach a certain quantity level, they will inevitably exceed the consumption capacity, and they will inevitably be unsalable, which will inevitably cause an economic crisis.

Although Doug's chart method cannot fundamentally solve the problem of imbalance between supply and demand, it can be used as an ideological weapon to fool those restless workers and the bottom.

The old headmaster was lost in thought when he heard Doug's answer, and he pulled out the cap of the fountain pen, which had not yet been mass-produced, and the iridium nib reflected the sun's rays.

"I think studying at your school is a waste of time......," Doug said slowly.

He was not afraid that his remarks would anger the principal, because he had proved with facts these days how weak and incompetent the teachers of Yale Business School were, "I don't mean to disrespect you, but I don't think education should be like this, and economics should not be like this......

The old headmaster watched Doug, who was less than 1.4 meters tall, dance at his desk. Arrogant, arrogant, young, and somewhat capable, an interesting young man, the old headmaster said in his heart.

In Doug's exaggerated movements, the dirty "rag" he had been carrying in his hand attracted the principal's attention, and when Doug paused slightly, the principal asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh, this is my work, it's a game, I call it Monopoly, do you mind if I put it on your desk for a demo?"

The headmaster bowed slightly.

Doug violently spread the colorful rags on the finest black cherry wood from Pennsylvania.

The milky white tabletop, which was as pure as a virgin, and whose texture was as delicate as a girl's skin, was covered with Doug's rags, as if a noble white northern princess had been defiled by a lowly black slave in the south.

However, Doug didn't care about any of this, and with the principal's permission, he spread the canvas he had just painted roughly on the tender table.

"I'll lend you a few things. Doug said as he pulled three pens out of the pen holder and placed them on the canvas square, "Allow me to assert that they represent you, your assistant, and me." It's a dice, please roll ...... first"

The old headmaster tossed the dice, and Doug introduced the game to the old headmaster as he played.

“…… As you can see, buying and selling land, buying and selling stocks, buying companies, making bills, expropriating and being dispossessed, profits. In the end, there's only one monopolist left, winner takes all, that's all there is to this game, what do you think?"

"Good. The old headmaster nodded, in terms of fun, this is indeed a relatively interesting game, but from an academic point of view, he does not agree very much, after all, it is only 1859, and the monopoly consortium has just had a plausible prototype, "Are you sure that a free market will eventually give birth to a super monopolist?"

"Yes. Doug nodded.

"You want to use this game to sell your views to the masses?"

"Yes. No matter how great Mr. Newton's achievements are, the public is only talking about the story of him sleeping under the apple tree, and no matter how great the father of the nation, Hua (Harmony) Shengton, is only the story of the falling cherry blossom axe...... Only something interesting enough can arouse the curiosity of the ignorant public. Doug said.

"I mean you brought it to me......"

"I want you to invest in me, or lend me money, and I'm going to sell this game to the world!"

"I don't have the money......," the principal paused before continuing, "but there is an alumnus who regularly donates to the school and runs a bank in New Haven, and I can write a letter for you to send it to me." ”

"Thank you, Principal. Doug said.

"No thanks. The principal smiled, "Son, please move forward bravely, it doesn't matter if you fail, you are very smart, you must remember that the door of Yale is always open for you." ”

The setting sun shone directly behind the headmaster Mediterranean, and the orange sun spread in all directions, and the headmaster at this moment was sacred and full of human brilliance.

Doug respectfully accepted the principal's letter of introduction, held his head high, and confidently left the principal's office.

After Doug left, the old headmaster shook his head.

"Monopoly"? With this name, I want the public to buy it? Although the public is ignorant, it is not stupid. This kid really doesn't know the sky, he really thinks he is a genius, and he can succeed with a little idea? Heh, it's really naïve!

Doug was holding the letter of introduction in one hand and tugging at the "tablecloth" in the other.

"Monopoly"?

This name is also for the old principal, the literary and artistic elderly, and the young literary and artistic young people of Yalury.

What should this table game be called?

He already had the answer in his heart, and that was - "Monopoly".

Who doesn't have desires, who doesn't want to be rich?

Even if it's just to satisfy desires in the game, even if it's just to become rich in fantasy.

But as long as someone wants to, there is a demand.

Can "Monopoly", which satisfies the lust of the general public, sell?

Joke!