Doug's expression was warm and rich, and those present who didn't know him quickly guessed his identity.

Very few looked at him with adoring eyes, all of whom had asked him to write papers and been praised by his mentors and parents.

Most of the people looked at him with curiosity, and they wondered what kind of soul Doug contained in this body, which could make most of the school's lecturers embarrassed in such a short period of time.

The rest of the girls looked at him with very subtle eyes. They certainly like interesting souls, but they are more eager for handsome bodies.

Doug's appearance itself is not ordinary, and coupled with his specially carved costumes, he is still very attractive to these young girls whose bodies are larger than him.

Doug's energy was limited, though. With limited energy and unlimited careers, he has more than enough things to keep busy. He will not do anything about these women until he is sure how much of a reward will be paid for pouring his energy into them.

In addition to these people, there was one person left in the salon.

The man sat in the corner of the café, his face still a little pale even in the warm candlelight. His name was Gilbert.

He is an authentic Anglo-Saxon, a medical family, and a famous family.

His ancestors graduated from St. John's College, Cambridge, where he studied medicine and obtained a doctorate in medicine. At the beginning of the 17th century, he became the royal physician of Queen Elizabeth I of England.

Although he was only a side branch of the Gilbert family at Yale, he always had a sense of glory as an upper-class British aristocracy.

For a little beggar like Doug, he was disgusted with everything from dandruff to the hairs on his big toe.

How can class differences be equalized in a few papers?

Even as he sat here now, watching Doug's clown-like performance, he felt insulted to his personality.

Doug doesn't care at all about such a marginal figure. The cost of pleasing everyone is too high. Now that his strength is still weak, he only wants to win the approval of the majority.

"What game do you want to play with us?" said the rich lady who had the heart to taste Doug's flesh flirtatiously.

As if he didn't hear the hint of laughter in her words, Doug replied with a smile, "It's a board game." ”

He lifted the tablecloth and swept everything on the coffee table around him to the ground.

The crisp cracking sound of porcelain beckoned the waiter to look at it.

Before the waiter could ask, Doug waved out several bank bills with a wave of his hand, blocking the waiter's mouth.

Doug behaved like an ultimate nouveau riche, but his sudden appearance did not resent anyone, including the waiter.

Oh, sorry, except for Gilbert.

After throwing the money, Doug spread the canvas he had previously shown at the Yale principal onto the table again.

"I call this game Monopoly. It is a game that simulates real-life business activities, buying and selling land, buying and selling stocks, buying companies, making bills, expropriating and being expropriated, and making profits. In the end, there is only one monopolist left, and the winner takes all.

It's a game of IQ, are you confident in your IQ?"

Doug asked, half-jokingly.

Gilbert was the first to sneer disdainfully, "A little beggar, what's the point?" Isn't he as good as a beggar with a fine pedigree?

I just don't bother to compare!

This group of Yankees dirt buns.

The other boys found out that their female companion had a strong interest in Doug, and a strong sense of crisis was born.

Regardless of whether Doug had ever written their papers for them, their faces were full of war.

That's the man!

What man likes to be told no?

Doug looked at the boy who was like a fighting little, and the smile on his face was even more vibrant.

"Monopoly" or "Monopoly", in Doug's world, is a world-class board game.

Whether it is the United States or Germany, whether it is the United Kingdom or the Ben, and even the area of Taiwan (Harmony) Bay, there are electronic "Monopoly" series of games.

Is it so popular just because the game is fun?

No!

Fun games are not necessarily popular, the key to popularity is that the rules are simple enough!

The great thing about "Monopoly" is that it makes rules based on the existing economic system, greatly lowers the threshold of the game, and on this basis, the game is fun, and the game can deepen the player's understanding of the economy through the game.

To achieve such an interlocking and delicate arrangement, it takes a clever brain and a long time to think about it.

Doug was able to make "Monopoly" in just a few days, not because he stood on the shoulders of giants, but because he directly cut off the giant's head.

Almost all of the boys in the room joined the game because of Doug's clumsy agitation.

Although the girls were also curious, they barely managed to hold on to themselves when they saw the ugly tiles of various colors.

Students who can enter Yale University in this era may not have a high IQ, but their horizons are broad enough.

Whether it is the down-and-out aristocracy of old Europe or the capitalists of New America, they have far more information and information at their disposal than the poor who are fighting for the next dinner.

The magic of the game Monopoly quickly infected them.

Intrigue and deceit, although it is only for virtual land and assets, still make those who have the advantage full of red faces, and make those who are backward downcast.

Doug, who provoked a group of people to play the game, didn't join the game at all.

He watched the battle from the sidelines, constantly fanning the flames, and bewitching the leader to monopolize everything. Encourage laggards to increase leverage and turn the tide against the wind.

Before you know it, four or five hours have passed.

The bright sky outside the window also began to gradually darken.

Monopoly is like a time-consuming black hole that devours all the players involved in the game.

And the girls who were watching gradually understood the rules, and they couldn't help themselves and flushed.

Gilbert, who had always had a disdainful expression, looked at a group of gentlemen and ladies who had just been elegant and stylish, and at this moment seemed to be transformed into rotten gamblers. While shaking his head in contempt, there was also a hint of different touch and swaying in his heart.

He quietly looked at Doug, who was still smiling, and felt that there must be some conspiracy for him to make this thing, but he hadn't discovered it yet.

By the time the game had been playing for six hours, the first bankrupt had finally arrived.

By the seventh hour of the game, the final monopolist was born.

Maybe it's because of Doug's incitement, or because they get too deep into the play.

Even after a marathon game, they still can't get enough of it.

One of the people who knew Doug well had already opened his mouth and asked, "Do you sell this game?"

The moment Gilbert heard this, he understood everything.

His lips, which were blood-red from his pale skin, opened slightly, and as he made a mouth shape, Doug said, "Sell!"