Doug stood outside the cell door, quietly watching the reunion of mother and son.

The scene of hugging his head and crying is certainly touching, but what he wants to see more is a mother's choice.

In the United States at the end of the fifties of the nineteenth century, there were opportunities everywhere. As long as you grasp one of them, you can get rich overnight.

However, the vast majority of people simply do not have the ability to seize opportunities.

Gold rush to pan for gold?

Whaling fever goes to sea to hunt for whaling?

I'm sorry, but in the capitalist world, you can never be a boss by labor.

Not to mention how much gold can be mined by gold panning.

Gold panning tools, hotels, women, self-protection tools to prevent others from killing people and stealing goods, these few things can empty all the gains of gold diggers.

The gold diggers were lonely and poor, and the rich were hardware merchants, innkeepers, pimps, and arms dealers.

Donald Trump's grandfather, Friedrich Trump, was able to make a fortune back then, and he also crossed the ocean from Germany to the western part of the United States, opened a hotel with a meat business in a small town with a large number of gold prospectors, and accumulated wealth.

Can't Doug go that route?

Yes!

But that would be too slow to accumulate wealth.

From grandparents to grandchildren, the accumulated wealth is already a behemoth in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, compared to the major consortia, it is only a small sampan.

Doug's goal is to build a consortium.

At the heart of the consortium is the banking sector.

Doug Claydon had an idea the moment he got the letter of introduction from the president of Yale University.

William wants to charge his own high interest and make money lying down?

Oh! Sorry!

I'm looking at the whole of New Haven Eagle Bank.

Eagle Bank of New Haven is one of more than 1,300 banks in the United States with state banking licenses. According to the licensing decree, it has the right to issue bank notes anchored to the US dollar, mainly gold and silver coins.

No person or business in the United States has the right to refuse to accept bank receipts.

It's just that when it's time to pay taxes, the U.S. government only accepts dollars.

Therefore, the state bank not only has the right to issue banknotes, but also has the function of paying taxes.

A bank with such properties is simply not possible to be privately held in a country with slightly more well-established rules.

But this is the United States, the United States of 1859, and everything is possible, isn't it?

It's just that the fat of Eagle Bank is delicious and delicious, which makes Doug salivate, but he doesn't have the capital to swallow it.

And the window of time for being able to swallow it is very short, and when the contradictions between the North and the South are brewing to the extreme and the war is about to break out, he will no longer have the opportunity to hold a state bank with the attributes of a "central bank".

He's going to make money!

He's going to make quick money!

Don't think about getting rich through labor!

A small shoe-shiner, a waiter, a gold digger, they can't buy a thousandth of a bank in their lifetime.

Don't think about industrial investment!

The industry is difficult, the investment is long, the return is slow, and the rate of return is low. There's no way he's going to do it!

All he can do is blow the concept, sell the future, and let everyone suffocate their dreams!

And the concept he blows is "Monopoly".

The production of the Monopoly game is light industry, and the difficulty is low, as long as it can be mass-produced smoothly and create a hot scene in New Haven.

He will be able to convince more people to invest in him.

From New Haven to Connecticut, from Connecticut to the New England region, from the New England region to the entire United States.

From the whole of America to the whole of the Americas, from the Americas to the whole world.

The broad market outlook allows Doug to sell his stake in the company and get money that he will never have to repay.

And everything he is doing now is divided into two things, one is to ensure the production of "Monopoly", and the other is to build momentum for "Monopoly".

Whether it's training waiters to draw promotional pictures, or going to Yale University to attend various salons, or even being sacrificed to a little shoe-shiner. It's all about building momentum, in order to build momentum for "Monopoly".

The most important thing in the capital market is not the actual assets, but confidence.

Doug has to go through his own operation to give everyone a confidence that "Monopoly" will be a big hit.

This is the method he can think of, with the lowest risk, and a large amount of capital in a short period of time.

At the same time, he also has to put on a reputation for kindness, and use the thoughts in the game to sublimate his own personality in the eyes of others.

Fame and fortune, that's his goal.

He's so busy that he wants more than just a game hit.

The mother, who had already been desperate to give up on Rak, couldn't help crying loudly the moment she hugged her son.

She cried very sadly, and her original firm belief began to waver.

Her eyes were misty with tears and she looked back to see the young demon standing in the doorway.

Two choices were torn in her mind.

"Lac, Lac. Mother cried softly.

"Mother, I'm here, I'm here!" said the little shoe-shiner, too, with tears on his face.

"Lack, how are you doing here......? Did those evil policemen bully you?" asked the little shoe-shiner's mother her son.

"No, they don't. Mr. Doug...... Bought them with a lot of money! Not only did they not treat me in harmony, but they gave me very good food! Mom! You see I'm fat!"

As the little shoe-shiner spoke, his eyes sincerely thanked Doug.

"Did Mr. Doug take you to see me? Mr. Doug is such a good man! I'll go out! I must serve Mr. Doug who has never been!"

At present, the little shoe-shiner looked at his son's visibly whitened face, and his much plumper face, but he was not in the slightest happy.

Because she thought of the time when she was in Ireland, when the old men wanted to kill their livestock, they always had to let them eat and drink well, and make them fatter.

Is the fate of his own son the same as that of an animal?

Her tears flowed involuntarily.

"Don't cry, Mom!" the little shoe-shiner wiped away her mother's tears, "Don't worry! A kind and powerful person like Mr. Doug will definitely be able to save me! When the time comes, not only will you be able to rest at home, but even your younger brothers and sisters will have a good life!"

The little shoe-shiner's steady voice made his mother even more distressed.

She wanted to tell him that Doug outside the door wasn't a good man, but a demon!

However, when her words came to her lips, she could not say them in any way.

She now understood why the man outside the door would let himself in unsuspectingly.

Because he has nothing to fear.

Because he knows that of the two choices he gave, there is only one one that can really be chosen.

"Luck, listen to Mr. Doug. The little shoe-shiner's mother hugged the little shoe-shiner and patted him on the back hard.

With that, she turned and left.

In the eyes of the little shoe-shiner, he could only see his mother's thin shoulders, twitching and twitching......