Gilbert got it, Gilbert got it all!

He understood what the hell this little beggar was going to do! This damn inferior man was going to cheat money with a piece of cloth and a few pieces of wood.

He had just raised his hand to say something, but before he could speak, he heard someone ask, "How much do you sell it for?"

"A dollar!only a dollar!" said Doug.

In the middle of the nineteenth century, although the "Coinage Act" had been implemented for some years, the domestic currency was not uniform.

The dollar engraved with the words "Libety" and the year of minting on the obverse is not even as good as the Spanish Eagle Ocean and the Mexican Eagle Ocean.

In addition, there are 1,396 banks in the federation that have a "state bank license" and can issue bank notes with the same effect as coinage.

The U.S. financial system is complex and obscure, and what Doug says about a dollar is actually a general term.

The mint produced a dollar coinage, a Spanish and Mexican eagle of equal value, or even a bank-printed banknote worth the same dollar.

For ordinary people living in the United States, if they want to pay a dollar for a board game, a board game that only has a piece of cloth and a few wood pellets, they will definitely not buy it.

But for the children of the aristocracy and the rich at Yale, a dollar is not money at all.

"I want a set!"

"I want one too!"

"I'm going to do it!"

……

The scene suddenly became hot.

"Mr. Williams, Miss Johnson, Mr. Davis, Mr. Thompson......" Doug pulled out his calfskin-masked notebook and wrote their names on a piece of paper as he read their last names.

After the recording, he pressed his hands down and said with an expression of excitement, "I'm glad you can support me." I've been thinking about the game "Monopoly" for three years. For the past three years, I've been thinking about what the country we're in, the United States, should look like.

And some of the results of my thinking are also condensed in the game "Monopoly".

Rather than making money, I want my ideas to spread.

I'm glad that people like this game. Thank you again for your support.

If you believe me, you can pay me the money in advance, and in five days I will deliver the game "Monopoly" to everyone. ”

The people present untied their money bags, some gave Doug Mexican Eagle, some gave legal mint, but many more gave bank notes.

Gilbert watched coldly, and he quietly counted the heads of people who paid the money, and found that there were actually twelve payments.

Six hours to earn twelve dollars?

This......

He looked at the stupid people below, and suddenly felt that there were still many fools in this world.

If......

If you do it yourself, will the money go to you?

Gilbert was taken aback by the idea.

Although he was a famous medical family, his life at Yale was not easy.

The reason why he came to the United States from England was not to Cambridge University, but to Yale University, which is not famous in England.

It was because his father accidentally healed an earl to death.

If it is better to say that medicine is never a discipline that can cure people 100% of the time.

The most crucial are the Earl's guards, who find three naked (harmonious) maidens in the basement of Gilbert's house.

Of course, this is not a problem either.

What nobleman doesn't have a special hobby?

The imprison of a girl in the basement is normal from any point of view.

However, when the girls were questioned, they learned that old Gilbert had not imprisoned them for the purpose of doing pleasure with them.

Instead, their blood is put out every day and their blood is used for cooking.

That's the big problem!

In the Catholic nation of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, blood represents filth and uncleanness.

Phlebotomy therapy, which has been popular for centuries, also has religious considerations. Leave the filth and uncleanness away, and people will be healthy? What a simple and powerful logic!

As a result, the Gilberts' property was confiscated and the family was expelled from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland.

In the end, Gilbert Sr. relied on the connections accumulated by his ancestors to allow Gilbert Jr. to continue his medical studies at Yale.

In front of little Gilbert at this moment, it was like two little demons fighting.

One said, "How can the board game 'Monopoly' be made by an inferior little beggar! This is a stain on the noble board game!"

The other said, "Fuck the damn little beggar, it's all your Gilbert's!"

The two little demons, who were not the worst, only worse, quarreled for a long time about Doug's death, and suddenly the two demons aimed the fiery red hell fork in their hands at Gilbert's neck at the same time.

A voice from Endless Hell said, "Boy, you know how to do it, right?"

"Uh-huh. Gilbert nodded hurriedly.

"Bang!" the two little demons disappeared one by one.

Doug, on the other side, had already begun to roll up his "tablecloth" and was ready to leave.

He was satisfied with the results of the salon, not because of the $12 income from the song, but because he saw the possibility of "Monopoly" becoming a boom among Yale students.

These so-called children of nobles and rich families, so-called elite students, are just ordinary people.

Doug packed up his everything, looked out the window at the dark night, and planned to go to Tom's to get his new self-defense tools.

"Your Excellency, wait!" Doug's black clothes were just about to melt into the night when a young man who ran out of the café called out to him.

"Mr. Williams, is there anything you can do?" asked Doug.

"I'm ......," Williams' immature face flushed slightly, "that...... You...... Can you sell me a few more copies of "Monopoly".

Ten copies!

No!

Only five servings will do!"

Doug looked at Williams, who looked slightly nervous.

Doug looked at his apprehensive look, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, which was about the height of his head.

"Five, ten, Williams, fifty, fifty, hundred, as long as ...... You've got money!" said Doug.

"Is that so? Is that really the case? I ...... This is my purse, you take it!" Williams said, taking the purse from his waist.

Doug took the money bag, tossed it slightly, nodded with satisfaction, and then asked, "What do you want so many "Monopoly" to do?"

"I ...... I'm going to push your ideas! I'm going to make my own money like you!" Williams enthused.

"Good boy. Doug patted him on the shoulder again, "In that case, you might as well come and work for me first." As for the money, how about it as tuition?"

"Okay!" Williams agreed, like a pure white rabbit.