Sheffield, from the south, glared at Doug, who had taken all the attention away.

It was an insult to him to see a rag that looked like a stone statue when he saw a rag shake off the stone chips on his body.

Might he be as good as a rag? Sheffield was furious.

Doug clearly introduced the rules of "Monopoly", not boring or boring, and the burden that was shaken out from time to time and the groove that he spit out would make the gentlemen present smile.

Using such words as a technique to attract attention, I don't know how high it is compared to the speech just now that has no sense of substitution.

After Doug finished explaining the rules, he encouraged the audience to play a game.

"Practice is the best teacher. After listening to me say so much, you may still feel that it is foggy. In that case, why don't you play a game yourself?"

A young gentleman leaned forward, and the two gentlemen looked at the humble canvas and made up a magnificent picture in their minds.

Under Doug's organization, the six players who participated in the game were already immersed in the game after only one round of dice rolling.

Some of the others who didn't squeeze in for the sake of face looked annoyed, while others asked Thompson if he could sell his copy of "Monopoly" to himself.

Thompson subconsciously looked at Doug, who nodded slightly.

He opened his mouth and said, "A dollar per portion, if you like......

"I want a copy!" an eagle arced and landed into Thomson's pocket.

The person who got the canvas bag untied the tightly tied harness, unfolded the canvas, found a few things to use as chess pieces, and began the game.

The few people who remained, seeing that there were already two groups of people playing "Monopoly", were not to be outdone, and bought a copy from Thompson to play.

Before Thompson could come to his senses, the few remaining sets in his hand were actually sold out.

"Is it so exaggerated. Thompson and Gilbert looked at each other, both of them with shock in their eyes.

Sheffield had the heart to arouse two of these people through his perfect speech, but ...... Seeing that these people were all fascinated, immersed in the game, they gave up on the idea in despair.

He lowered his head and was dejected, and the movements of jumping off the table were like stray cats, without the slightest sound.

He was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, disappointed by the stupidity of these people.

What's so fun about a table game?

Comparable to the great cause of filling the Americas with plantations?

He looked up, his forehead furrowed and staring at Doug, his resentment as if it had turned into substance. The burst of negative energy seems to distort space.

"What do you mean!" Sheffield, who was older and taller than Doug, walked towards Doug, looking down at the verbal threat.

"Nothing interesting. Doug spread his hands towards the menacing Sheffield, "They like it, what can I do?"

"They like it, what can I do......

They like it, what can I do......

They like it, what can I do......"

Doug's voice reverberated in his head.

They like that rag and don't like my speech, do they mean that my speech is not as good as a rag?

The more Shawfield thought about it, the more angry he became, his fists clenched.

The weapon of criticism is not a substitute for the weapon of criticism.

Sheffield, who had a clear understanding of his eloquence, knew that he couldn't speak Doug, but he also clearly saw the contrast between himself and Doug's figure.

I'm so much stronger than the damn guy in front of me.

Therefore, he already intends to use the power of his body to destroy the people who make him distressed.

He threw a punch, the line of attack was straight, fast, hard, and sudden, and he believed that the vast majority of people at such a close distance would not be able to escape his straight punch without defense. What's more, the little ghost in front of him weighs at least forty pounds lighter than himself.

It's a beautiful imagination, but it's a pity that he despises Doug.

Although Doug's physical strength is not strong, he is not a fool. The difference between humans and animals is whether they can create and use tools. Sensitive to the things around him, he is like a rabbit, and he has no idea of punching for punch and breaking with force.

He didn't try to dodge, but used the fastest speed to raise his right hand and stab Sheffield into Sheffield's lower body with the civilized stick in his hand.

An inch long and an inch strong.

The bullets fired by a firearm can be seen as an extension of the length of the firearm.

Although Doug's arm length is slightly shorter than Sheffield's, it must be longer than him with the length of the civilized stick.

Fantasizing about hitting Doug on the cheek, looking at Sheffield, whose blood splattered and teeth flew out, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower body.

He threw his fist less than an inch from Doug's face, and the wind from the high-speed fist was already blowing the fluff on Doug's face. But this short distance of one inch seems to have become a heavenly pass, and it can no longer be entered.

Sheffield fell, his hands clutching his own hem and twitching on the ground like a shrimp.

Doug's right index finger touched slightly, and he hesitated back and forth twice on the trigger of the civilized stick, but he still gave up the plan to hook his finger and let the self-defeating guy in front of him fly the egg.

That is certainly very cool for a while, but it will cause too much trouble and delay him from making money.

Violence is enjoyable, but it is not a (harmonious) addiction.

Doug stiffly restrained the thought of making his blood boil.

Sheffield, a guy weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, fell to the ground uncontrollably, and naturally there was no sound.

People who are immersed in the thrill of "Monopoly" craned their necks like groundhogs to look up at the place where the sound came from.

"It's all right! I'm not dead!" said the person closest to him.

The other people who were looking at it also sat back and played the game with peace of mind.

In this day and age, whether it is Britain or the United States, the south or the north of the United States, they are all full of the same martial virtues.

Even students at a top American university like Yale will not faint at the sight of blood.

On the contrary, the vast majority of Yale students still retain the tradition of duels between the European aristocracy.

It's as common to have a fight as if it's okay to take two steps.

They were tired of this southerner, who had been noisy all afternoon, but always spoke a lot of nonsense.

Now that Doug was helping them shut up the guy and only rolling on the ground and moaning, they agreed with Doug even more.

Originally, they were only interested in games, but now they are also interested in Doug.

"Dude Doug, you designed this game?"

"It's me. ”

"What did you design this game for?"

Before Doug could reply, Sheffield on the ground snorted, "Yes...... What purpose can it be...... Still...... It's not for fun yet!

You...... You guys...... Stupidity!

Actually give up the great idyll and play such a game!

You're going to pay the price!"

Doug waited for the weak man on the ground to finish speaking before he spoke, "I want to use this game to promote my thoughts.

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 be talked about......"

He said, glancing at the wriggling maggots on the ground, "Only the weak will chatter, but they can't be convincing. ”

"Well said!"

The second floor of the teahouse burst into thunderous applause.

Doug, who was in the posture of a victor, waved his hand to the waiter in the distance and ordered, "Give this gentleman on the ground a cup of the best black tea." ”

The waiter squatted down to hand over the tea, and Sheffield, who felt less pain, took the teacup, took a sip, and said involuntarily, "It's so fragrant." ”