Tomorrow may seem near, but it's far away.

For people who are happy today, tomorrow is within reach.

But for those who are struggling with the day, now is everything.

Ordinary people who want to get rid of their hard days, they are powerless to change the real world. Previously they had no choice, but now they can shrink into the virtual shell provided by Doug.

"Buy it for five dollars! This land is mine!"

"Stocks! My stocks are going up again!"

"Two thousand five hundred dollars, I won!"

"Hurry up! Let's play Monopoly!"

The entire city of New Haven is trapped in the virtual game of Monopoly.

They are far more deeply immersed than those Yale students who play from morning to night.

Because, unlike Yale students who generally come from wealthy families. The small citizens of New Haven have never been rich.

Even though Monopoly is just a virtual game, it gives them a feeling they never had.

"Hey, come here, I'm going to buy ten copies of Monopoly!"

A scruffy man with a messy bird's hair and beard, and an unpleasant smell, waved over a newsboy who sold Monopoly.

He took out two one-dollar bank bills and two copper coins, one large and one small, worth twenty-five cents, and hugged ten copies of the "Monopoly" he bought, and did not unpack the package at the first time, but waited for the bell to ring the third time before he began to unpack it greedily.

Why did he do this?

Because the first time he bought "Monopoly" and won a ten-dollar bank bill, it was this evening.

The golden sunlight gilded him, and when the third bell rang, he opened a copy of Monopoly that he had bought for twenty-five cents, and made twenty times the profit from it.

However, two days after this, he bought eighteen more copies of "Monopoly", but did not issue another bank note that was still in circulation.

On the evening of the fourth day, when the third bell struck, he opened the twenty-first packet and finally won another dollar in the bank.

Since then, he has tasted the opening of the bag, and he fixed the time of unpacking every day in the evening, when the third bell rang.

Although it seems unreasonable to investigate carefully, it is so metaphysical to open the bag.

Before, he bought it slowly, but in the morning, he heard from his peers that continuous opening of the package could increase the probability of winning the lottery, so he chose to fight a shot and buy ten copies of "Monopoly" in one go.

Five dollars is not a small amount of money for an ordinary family, and it is not a small amount of money for a wanderer like him, who has no fixed residence.

However, he dared to fight.

Because he had an expectation of winning the lottery.

At the same time, even if he misses, the loss is within his acceptable range.

The unpacking and recycling of Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory's version of "Monopoly" has become an industrial chain.

"Monopoly", which has been opened, will be collected by someone for ten cents.

After retraction, it is repackaged.

However, due to the problem of craftsmanship, it is still more or less possible to find the horse's feet.

Moreover, the newsboys in uniform will never sell "second-hand" "Monopoly".

Citizens who just want to buy a copy of "Monopoly" to play and don't believe in their luck would rather spend fifteen cents to buy "Monopoly" that has been dismantled and repackaged than the "high-priced" "Monopoly" of twenty-five cents.

In this way, this industrial chain survived.

Claydon Printing & Dyeing Factory has no mind or ability to prohibit such second-hand trading.

Because from the moment Monopoly is sold, it becomes the buyer's personal belongings, and it is their freedom to do with it as the owner wants.

Uncle Wanderer, a wanderer, began to open the bag.

His long black nails, like sharp blades, cut through the wax seal.

Stretching open the bag with both hands, he buried almost his whole head in the bag, rummaging frantically, in exchange for only a look of disappointment.

The first pack, no gains.

However, his disappointment did not last long, and he immediately started the second opening with full anticipation.

The second pack, no gain.

The third package, no gain.

Fourth Pack......

As he continued to open the bag, a circle of people surrounded him.

In this circle of people, there are short children, young and strong young people, but more of them have heard of the big fortune of "Monopoly", or they don't have the courage to invest, or they have invested in people who have lost their money.

Unlike those young people who have not experienced it firsthand, they seem to share the same fate as the wanderer uncle who is opening the bag, and even the tense rhythm of gasping is exactly the same.

The fourth package, no gain.

The fifth package, no harvest.

The sixth pack, still no gain.

Although he was still nervous every time he opened the bag, the failures again and again still made the wanderer uncle himself, as well as the surrounding onlookers, more and more depressed.

However, the uncle still didn't give up, and still opened the bag in one go.

The seventh pack, no harvest.

The eighth pack, no harvest.

The ninth pack, still no gain.

It's been the tenth pack for a long time......

Although the uncle is still moving forward, the onlookers around him have already begun to sigh.

"Give up, there won't be. ”

"Alas...... Five dollars! That's five dollars!"

"It's so bad luck that I didn't even get a dollar......

……

The uncle was unmoved, his nails as sharp as knives, continued to separate the lacquer seal, and when he was rummaging through it, he suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly, "I've been hit!

"How many hits?"

"How many dollars?"

"Is the capital back?"

……

The surrounding onlookers, one reality after another, looked up at the wandering uncle standing on the stone pier.

"Twenty dollar bank note! Twenty dollar bank note!"

"Quadruple?"

"Not bad!"

"Five! five twenty-dollar bank notes!"

……

"What? a hundred dollars?"

"Oh my God!"

"Is there really a hundred dollars?"

"I bought a total of 10 copies, and 10 copies were only two dollars and fifty cents, which is how many times ......"

The man who is not good at counting snaps his fingers.

"Eighty times!"

"Exactly eighty times!"

……

The three keywords "eighty times, one hundred dollars, and "Monopoly" are spreading in New Haven like crazy.

"I want a copy of Monopoly!"

"I want a copy of Monopoly too!"

The Claydon Printing and Dyeing Factory version of "Monopoly" suddenly entered a sales boom again.

In the beginning, people thought that Monopoly was just a toy that cost money and consumed time.

Later, it became known that the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory version of "Monopoly" could win the lottery.

And now, people feel that buying "Monopoly" from Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory is not a waste, but an investment!

Is there anything in this day and age that can make a person become a 100-dollar billionaire in a matter of minutes?

No.

It's just "Monopoly".