Doug Clayden stood in the back row of the Yale University classroom, as if no one was around, holding a brush and thinking.

"Hey! Look at him, he is there again!" Two white-skinned students stood on the steps of the stairs of the classroom, looking up at the small figure barely reaching the table in the last row of the classroom and sighed.

"Have you heard of it?"

"Of course I heard about it!"

"How could he be so powerful!"

With Doug's small figure in the back row of the classroom as the center, it radiates around, and all the students in the classroom are discussing him.

Doug, who was the focus, was not distracted by the voices of these people at all. He was carefully applying the cloth covered on the hardwood table with a pen dipped in paint.

As you can see, this is the United States, the Free America in 1859.

Doug has been traveling around for a while. When he first possessed himself, he looked like a beggar, his dying body has recently recovered his health. The ragged beggar's uniform has also been replaced with a luxurious British-style gentleman's uniform.

I would like to ask how he completed the counterattack from beggars to gentlemen during this day when the most prosperous workers were in a deep economic crisis and it was difficult for them to find work.

The answer is simple. Be a gunman and write papers for college students who find it difficult to learn.

Of course, it is simple to say, how to promote yourself and convince others is still a very difficult task.

Doug's choice is very simple, just walk into a classroom and fight against the lecturer on the stage.

The little beggar is striking the lecturer? This is news in itself

The little beggar was slamming the lecturer and even convinced the lecturer? This is even more big news.

Doug, one of the recent hot protagonists of Yale, was also famous for stepping on the hot body of another protagonist in the hot news.

Fame means money, and wealth comes.

By writing papers and talking about difficult knowledge points, Doug quickly became rich even in the context of the economic crisis.

But rich and rich, Doug is just a little rich now. Not to mention that compared with the big capitalists in the United States and Europe, even a coachman with his own carriage, he will be richer than him after careful calculations.

Sadness when you are a little rich?

Can a small wealth be satisfied?

No!

no way!

Traveling through time and traveling to the free United States. Doug vowed to become a big capitalist and manipulate the entire United States and the world in his own hands!

hehe.

Since capital has come to the world, milk and honey are flowing in every pore.

The last stroke was outlined and it was done! The cloth was covered with colorful patterns.

It's easy to make money after making this thing! Doug's mouth outlined a smile.

Although Doug's cloth was light and dirty, it was a secret magic weapon that could transform all Americans into rich people, and it was also his first step toward the throne of capital.

When he hummed light music and carried the canvas and wanted to get up and leave, a Mediterranean head suddenly broke into his sight, making his mood very bad in an instant.

This is Donto, who is responsible for the daily management of the school and has always targeted Doug's "gold villain".

"?" Doug looked at Donto, who was much taller than him, with a fearless expression.

But Donto did not want to drive him out today as fiercely as before. Instead, he was polite and humble, saying, "The principal wants to see you."

"The principal wants to see me? Lead the way, I can know the way, don't try to play tricks." Doug looked at Donto with a suspicious look and threatened.

Donto shrugged and said helplessly, "You are a celebrity in the school, and it is indeed the principal who wants to see you."

Speeched through the way, he pushed open the heavy door of the principal's room, and there was an old priest in a tedious dress. When he saw Doug come in, he put down the manuscript in his hand, took off his reading glasses and asked, "Are you Doug?"

"Well, I'm Doug, Doug Clayden, what's the matter with me?" Doug asked after introducing himself.

"Oh, I'm very interested in the new statement you put forward in economics." The old principal raised his hand, and the assistant next to him handed over a large piece of documents.

"The use of charts, formulas, mathematics, preset conditions, and complicated things can make people confused. I have to say that they are very powerful. There are several rich gentlemen who are very interested in your theory. They are willing to fully fund you to complete your studies. Are you willing?"

Doug didn't think much about it and said directly, "I don't want to."

Since the birth of capitalism, there has been a paradoxical problem that is difficult to solve, that is, the imbalance between production and consumption.

Production is for profit, and expanding production is for more profits.

Profits mainly come from consumption and exploitation.

The main groups of consumption and exploitation are the workers and farmers at the bottom, and the profits are taken away by capitalists, so the money they can use to buy goods will naturally be less.

Therefore, when the product produced reaches a certain quantity level, it will inevitably exceed consumption capacity and will inevitably be unsalable, which will inevitably lead to an economic crisis.

Although Doug's charting method cannot fundamentally solve the problem of supply and demand imbalance, it can serve as a weapon of thought to deceive the restless workers and the bottom.

The old principal fell into deep thought when he heard Doug's answer. He pulled out the fountain pen cap that had not yet been mass-produced. The iridium pen tip reflected the light of the sun.

"I think studying at your school is a waste of time..." Doug said slowly.

He was not afraid that his statement would anger the principal, because he had proved with facts these days how weak and incompetent Yale Business teachers are. "I don't mean to disrespect you, but I think education should not be like this, and economics should not be like this..."

The old principal watched Doug, who was less than 1.4 meters tall, danced and performed in front of his desk. He was arrogant, arrogant, young, and had some ability. An interesting young man, the old principal commented in his heart.

In Doug's exaggerated movements, the dirty "rag" he had been holding attracted the principal's attention. When Doug paused for a moment, the principal asked, "What are you holding?"

"Oh, this is my work, this is a game, I call him Monopoly, do you mind I put it on your table for a demonstration?"

The principal nodded slightly.

Doug wastes the gift of colorful rags on top of the finest black cherry wood produced in Pennsylvania.

It is as pure as a virgin, with a milky white tabletop with texture as delicate as a girl's skin, and a Doug rag is covered with rags, like a noble white northern princess was defiled by a lowly black slave in the south.

However, Doug didn't care about this. With the permission of the principal, he spread the canvas he had just drawn roughly on the tender table.

"Lend a few things to you." Doug said to pull out three pens from the pen holder and place them on the canvas square. "Please allow me to make a decision. These three pens represent you, your assistant, and me respectively. This is a dice, please throw it first..."

The old principal threw the dice, and Doug introduced the game to the old principal while playing.

“…As you can see, buying land, selling stocks, buying and selling companies, making bills, deprivation and being deprived, profits. In the end, there is only one monopolist left, the winner takes all, that’s all about this game, what do you think?”

"Okay." The old principal nodded. From an interesting point of view, this is indeed a relatively interesting game, but from an academic perspective, he did not agree very much. After all, it was only 1859, and the monopoly consortium had just taken a specious prototype. "You are sure that a super monopoly will eventually be born in a free market?"

"Yes." Doug nodded.

"You want to use this game to sell your opinion to the public?"

"Yes. No matter how great Mr. Newton's achievements are, the public is just a story of him sleeping under the apple tree. No matter how great his founding father Hua (Harmony) Washington is, the story of the fallen cherry axe is just a story of the fallen cherry axe... Only something interesting enough can arouse the curiosity of the ignorant public." Doug said.

"You bring it to me to see you..."

"I want to ask you to invest in me or lend me a loan. I want to sell this game to the whole world!"

"Invest? I have no money..." the principal paused before continuing, "However, an alumnus who often donated to the school runs a bank in New Haven. I can write a letter to you to deliver it for me."

"Thank you, Principal," Doug said.

"No need to thank you." The principal smiled, "Child, please move forward bravely. It doesn't matter if you fail. You are very smart. Remember that the doors of Yale are always open to you."

The sunset shines directly behind the principal's Mediterranean head, and the orange-red sunshine spreads around. At this moment, the principal is sacred and full of the brilliance of human nature.

Doug respectfully took the principal's letter of introduction, held his chest and looked up and left the principal's office confidently.

After Doug left, the old principal shook his head.

"Monopoly"? Just because of this name, I want the public to buy it. Although the public is ignorant, it is not stupid. This child is really ignorant. He really thinks he is a genius and can succeed with some ideas? Haha, it's really naive!

Doug held the letter of introduction in one hand and pulled the "table cloth" in the other.

"monopoly"?

This name is for the old principal, the literary and artistic elderly and the academic young people like Yale.

What should this tabletop game be called?

He had already had the answer in his heart, that is - "Monopoly".

Who has no desire and who doesn’t want to become a rich man?

Even if you just satisfy your desires in the game, even if you just become a rich man in fantasy.

But as long as someone wants, there is a need.

Can "Monopoly", which satisfies the popularization of the general public, be sold?
Chapter completed!