The next morning, there were still traces of water on the stone slabs.

Although the weather was cold and the exhalation was white, Gilbert was happy.

He felt like a lion, patrolling the shops of New Haven.

When he saw that the most conspicuous position in the store was "Monopoly" produced by his own factory, the smile on his face could not be dispersed.

He boasted to his attendants, "Doug, what Doug, what's the use of admiring him? Isn't it all my Monopoly in the store now?"

The family attendant on the side, knowing the young master's consistent temperament, echoed, "Yes, how can a little tramp compare to you?"

Gilbert was even happier when he heard this, he was already looking at people with his nostrils, but now he was looking at the sky with his nostrils.

Except for a few unknown shops in the port, the rest of the shops in New Haven have become his territory.

He wanted to see what tricks he could play without Doug, who had the store as a fulcrum for sales.

Not to mention......

He had his uncle cut off all dye supplies in the New Haven area.

Even if that damn little tramp could sell the production of Monopoly, what would he do with a new one?

When Gilbert thought of this, he was already struck by his ingenuity.

He turned to the servant beside him and said, "We need to have a glass of wine to celebrate, don't we?"

"Young Master...... You ......" the attendant wanted to say something, but under Gilbert's gaze, it ended up becoming, "Of course it's a celebratory drink!"

Gilbert happily came to the tavern, asked for a glass of rum, and took a big sip.

If industry has promoted the progress of human civilization, then tea and wine beverages are the lubricant for workers.

Don't think that in the 19th century, ordinary people could drink a little sweet mountain spring, or pure water.

In this era, the vast majority of people living in cities drink water that can be regarded as "sewage".

To make tea, boil water, and alcohol can kill most harmful bacteria and microorganisms.

Moreover, whether it is the taste of tea or the taste of wine, it can objectively cover up the strange taste of water and deceive people's taste buds.

Therefore, drinking tea and drinking alcohol in this era can be regarded as a healthy lifestyle.

Even if you only drink alcohol every day without water, you will live longer than drinking "sewage".

Taverns and teahouses, as well as cafes with American characteristics, have the soil for objective existence.

In addition to talking about the Atlantic Bridge and building a large project connecting Europe and the Americas, the rest of the entertainment activities of the drunkards in the tavern are gambling money.

"Hey, kid, bring me a copy of Monopoly!" one of the drunks shouted.

A newsboy who was not yet as tall as the wine table, came out of nowhere, took the money and handed out a copy of "Monopoly".

"Eh, have all our Monopoly books been sold to the tavern?" Gilbert, drunk and hazy, squinted at the situation not far away.

The servant, who had not drunk the wine, looked at the wine glass and surged his Adam's apple, and then looked at the place where the young master was looking, and did not dare to make a sound after seeing it clearly.

Because......

It wasn't "Monopoly" from the Mitos Manufacturing Company, but "Monopoly" from Claydon Printing & Dyeing Factory.

"Eh, why is this "Monopoly" still sealed?" the drunken man tugged at the bag and didn't tear it open, and saw the lacquer seal on it and was puzzled.

However, when you are drunk, what logic is there?

After asking, he didn't expect the newsboy to reply, and he vigorously performed a miracle and tore open the bag of "Monopoly" at once.

The open bag revealed a large pile of colorful paper tickets.

"Is this a bank bill? There are also bank bills in Monopoly? so many bank bills? Am I not rich?" the drunkard shouted.

The drunkard who passed pulled a bank bill and knocked on it, yelling, "Your brain is drunk! This is a waste bank bill! You still expect to make a fortune by buying a "Monopoly"?

Are you dreaming of England?"

"No! I didn't drink too much! I didn't dream England! Even if I dreamed, I dreamed the American dream! Look what I'm doing!

Black Hawk Bank's bank notes! Take a good look! Not scrapped bank notes!

Earned!

Haha! I earned it!

I've got you a glass of wine!"

The most expensive kissed the bank note marked with the word five dollars in his hand and danced in ecstasy, and the other drunks around him flocked to this side, wanting to find out if there were really five bank bills.

Seeing that he really got a bank voucher that could still be used.

I silently calculated an account in my heart.

One copy of "Monopoly" costs twenty-five cents, and five dollars can buy twenty copies of "Monopoly."

Buy 20 copies, as long as there is a 5-dollar bank coupon that can be used in one copy, buy 19 and get one!

In this case......

They surrounded the little newspaper boys.

"Give me a copy of Monopoly!"

"I want one too!"

"I want them all!"

Gilbert looked at the scene in front of him, staggered his head and asked the entourage beside him, "Did I drink too much?"

"Of course you didn't drink too much!"

"Then what am I looking at!ah?

"Do you have any bank notes in my Monopoly? Have you ever sold my Monopoly to a newsboy? You! Go buy me a copy, and I'll see if it's from the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory!"

The attendant clutched a bleeding head wound with one hand as he crowded into the pile of drunks.

He didn't drink, but the smell of the drunks was almost drunk on him.

Before he gets completely drunk, he finally grabs a copy of Monopoly.

Emerge from the crowd and hand it to Gilbert.

As soon as Gilbert looked at the packaging, he knew it was Claydon Print's Monopoly.

When he peeled off the difficult paint seal and opened the pocket of "Monopoly", what greeted him was the bank notes issued by various banks.

Pull out a bank note, and you can clearly see the scrapped seal on it.

Among these scrapped bank notes, there is a brand new bank note that stands out.

Gilbert pulled it out and saw that it was a dollar worth of Black Hawk Bank bank bills!

The pattern on this bank note is like a smiling face.

And this smiling face seems to be laughing at him.

“FUCK！”

Gilbert scolded angrily.

Like a manic, he threw the Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory's version of "Monopoly" to the ground, and crushed it back and forth on his toes.

When he finished venting, he shouted, "Let's go!"

As soon as he landed, he landed on the smooth rum glass he had just thrown away, and he lost his balance and slammed the back of his head to the ground.

The retinue rushed forward, shouting "Young Master!"