Williams swore to God that it was the weirdest scene he had ever seen in his life.

Wilvan looked at Doug with an unusual look.

"Teacher?"

This little beggar is called the Principal, Your Excellency?

According to the investigation, the principal just wrote a letter for the little beggar!

Don't......

Could it be that this fellow, who looks like a little beggar, is actually the illegitimate son of His Excellency the Headmaster?

Not only Wilvan, but everyone present who knew the inside story had a profound expression on their faces.

People who are good at association have already come up with no less than 50,000 words of twists and turns, just waiting to touch the pen and write it.

People who are not good at association have also come up with no less than a thousand words of internal information.

Originally, they didn't think that the principal and Doug had anything in common, but they found enough common ground between the two in an instant to prove the vascular relationship between the two people.

Of course, there are people who are better at association, thinking of the tradition of Catholic or Protestant priests for little boys, and looking at Doug's eyes, there is so much more aesthetic interest.

Principal Theodore looked dignified, and did not rush to explain his relationship with Doug, but said to Wilwin, "Mr. Wilwin, you speak first. ”

The look of madness on Professor Wilwin's face had almost completely faded by the moment, and he replied with restraint and politeness, "Yes, Headmaster.

I think Mr. Doug Claydon, has undermined the ethos of our Yale College.

"Monopoly" is a game that emphasizes excessive competition between people, emphasizes people eating people, and in the end there is only one winner. Isn't it promoting social Darwinism?

Your Excellency, the light of the Lord pervades all things. Only those pathetic unbelievers would do such cruel and cruel things.

Do you want Yale graduates to live in a cannibalistic world?"

The Headmaster nodded noncommittally, and without answering Wilwin's final question, he turned to Doug and said, "Say it, Boom." ”

When the headmaster said "prosperity", his voice was very soft, and his tone was a little vague, even Wilwin, who was closest to the headmaster, only thought that it was a chaotic sound made by the old man's tongue.

However, Doug got it.

He turned around and shouted to the crowd of onlookers, "Monopoly!

I'm sure many of you have already played it!

The meaning of 'monopoly' is already understood in the game these days!

Is Monopoly fun?

I admit it's fun!

But come to think of it, we can't be the winner in the game. In the 'reality game' where there is only one time and we can only move forward, how can we be the winners!

Only a small number of people will win, and the vast majority will lose!

I, myself included, never thought I would win!

Even if I win, will I be happy when I look at those who have lost?

Close your eyes and think about what it's like to fail in the game......

Isn't it sad?

In reality, it will be even sadder!

If you fail, you will lose your house, your land, all your assets!

Under the rules of Monopoly, we are all losers!

So how can we not be failures?"

Doug asked, pausing slightly. Adjust your breathing while giving others time to think.

"Do you have an answer?

I didn't have it anyway.

Our prisoner's dilemma!

There's nothing we can do!

Under the rules of "Monopoly", we are likely to be losers!

Under the rules of Monopoly, we can only go from one failure to the next!

Is it possible for everyone to stop failing, everyone to succeed, stop relying on the exploitation of others, and make themselves happy?

Yes!

That's it – Boom!

All production is no longer for money, but for demand!

You have a need to fill your stomach, so there will be milk and bread.

You have a need to dress, so you have a variety of costumes.

You have a need for housing, hence the home.

Everyone just needs to do what they want to do.

People who like to raise animals go to raise cows, people who like to make good clothes make clothes, and people who like to build houses go to build houses.

Everyone is for the needs of others and their own hobbies, and no longer thinks about harming others to gain their own interests.

This is Boom!

That's why I designed Monopoly under the guidance of Theodore!

That's right, the two games "Monopoly" and "Monopoly" combined, are "Monopoly"!

"Monopoly" only one person is rich!

"Prosperity" is common prosperity for all!

Students, teachers, if you were given a choice, which one would you choose?"

"Boom!"

"Boom, of course!"

"Boom!"

……

The chaotic sound blasts the birds away.

Williams stood up at this point and shouted rhythmically, "Boom!"

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the people also followed the wave initiated by Williams.

The collective shouted loudly:

"Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

……”

President Theodore looked at the scene with satisfaction, and Professor Wilwin's face seemed to be covered with a layer of grass ash made of elm leaves.

"Mr. Wilwin, do you think Doug is going to ruin Yale?" the headmaster paused as he spoke of Doug, who was now more and more sure that Doug was his "angel."

In this world, except for Doug, not to mention any little beggar who can render the atmosphere to the current appearance, even the son-in-law from the top family at this age can't do it to such an extent.

Principal Theodore was a person with high-level tastes, he didn't have such low-level tastes as scolding, and he said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Wilwin, let me introduce you." Doug Claydon, he's my disciple.

The origin of "Monopoly", I believe you have just heard it.

"Monopoly" and "Boom" are both "Monopoly".

Doug's promotion of "Monopoly" at Yale was a social experiment, and I agreed.

I'm sorry, but in order to ensure the accuracy of the experiment, I didn't mention that to inform anyone. I beg your forgiveness for causing some harm to you.

But isn't the reaction of these children a sign that the experiment was successful?"

"Yes! Headmaster!" Wilwin squeezed out a twisted smile.

Who would have thought that the president of Yale College and a little tramp at Yale College would have such a deep bond?

Professor Wilvan could afford to let go, and if Doug didn't leave Yale, he would leave Yale, and he had forgotten all about it.

"Scott, come here! Apologize to His Excellency the Headmaster and Mr. Doug. Wilwin took the aggrieved Scott and shouted.

After Scott apologized, the principal said, "The kids are testing their knowledge, what do you need to apologize for?"

"You're right. Professor Wilvan smiled and spat on his face.

The scene was peaceful.

Wilwin and Scott made some ugliness and lost some face.

The headmaster and Doug gained fame.

It's harmonious, isn't it?