Many things are only precious in the eyes of those who understand them.

In the eyes of those who don't understand, the core of the entire game carrier of "Monopoly" is nothing more than a canvas with messy colors and dirty colors.

But in Sheffield's eyes, the nested structure and interlocking rules have detached from reality itself and brought him unparalleled pleasure on the spiritual level.

Board games are not just board games anymore. In his mind, he can even imagine the construction process of a house from scratch, see the bustling crowds, and players who are above this and make the world change dramatically.

Doug threw two dices, which rotated in the middle of the canvas and finally freeze.

When he moved the silver coins, he said, "I can sell it to you for one dollar."

"One dollar..." Sheffield almost bit his back teeth and repeated this sentence.

Unlike many students at Yale University, Sheffield has only attended the most ordinary school, similar to a literacy class.

In addition, he had no industry under his name, and every penny he spent was harvested from the land of the plantation through his own labor.

Although uncle treats their family very well, the goodness is only compared to black slaves.

No one in this world will give up the profits they deserve. This is true for capitalists in the north, and so for planters in the south.

When Sheffield handed out the coin, a long picture flashed across his eyes.

Starting from the first blood mark on the arms to the thick calluses on both hands.

The silver coin from Mexico condensed too much of his blood and sweat.

Doug observed Sheffield while fighting wits and courage with the rest of Thompson and Gilbert in the game.

He knew that each dollar had different meanings to different people, and he knew that perhaps Sheffield felt that the game was too expensive and was struggling in his mind.

However, he doesn't care. For him, money is money.

The desire for the game "Monopoly" finally defeated reason. Sheffield held the silver coins and gave them out with both hands.

Doug took the silver coin and put it in his pocket at will, "You also see that I have no stock here. You can wait a while and it will be yours after we finish playing this set of Monopoly."

"Thank you so much," Sheffield said.

"It's okay." Doug, who was watching the situation on the field, just waved his hand.

Sheffield didn't care, but looked at the Monopoly that already belonged to him with interest.

However, the young man beside him pulled him and whispered something to his ear.

Sheffield's face gradually turned red. After hearing what he said, he scolded in anger, "What do you know? Do you think the great game of Monopoly is just a cloth and two dice?

You said the cost of this thing can't even get thirty cents?

You said you have remembered to draw another copy for me when you go back, and it will definitely cost less than a dollar?

You! What do you understand?

All you see is a canvas, but you don’t know how much hard work and sweat this gentleman put in when designing this game.

Don't you remember the farm tool your father designed?

Very useful, isn't it?

Do you think you can make a lot of money?

But when others see it, they will say that it is just a few pieces of wood? It is still so expensive?

They all went back to do it themselves, did your father make money?

No!

No!

On the contrary, I was overworked and my health was not well yet!

Do you still remember what you said before coming to the north?

You said that factories in the north are all robbers and thieves. Every item is stealing British companies.

You said that your biggest wish to come to the north is to make these robbers and thieves pay the price.

And what are you talking to me now?

Tell me you want to do the same thing as those thieves and robbers?

Isn't it just a piece of cloth and two pieces of wood?

Henry, you disappointed me so much!”

Henry, who had originally wanted to save money across from Sheffield, turned red when he heard Sheffield's words.

He was ashamed to argue, but he didn't know what to say.

Sheffield did not wait for his answer, but turned directly to Doug, bowed sincerely and said, "I'm so sorry, sir."

Doug then turned around and said slowly, "It's okay, I don't care. It's only thoughts but no action is not considered a crime.

If you really have bad ideas, even if you commit a crime, then none of the people here, including me, are not criminals. Everyone, do you think so!"

"Yes! We are criminals!"

"We are criminals!"

Because the game quickly brought everyone in contact with her, she was attracted by Sheffield's scolding just now. Hearing Doug's words, he immediately started to cheer.

Some people who are proficient in music even picked up the spoon of stirring milk tea and sang on the bone porcelain cup.

“We are criminals!

We are criminals!

Just Irish!

Just Irish!

You must kill the criminal! Kill! Kill!"

Although it was a joke, discrimination against the Irish people was deeply rooted in the bones.

Two young men from Ireland, listening to these young men from New England, sang "We Are Criminals" in unison, and were already lowering their heads and lowering their silences.

When the madness passed, Doug said again, "I believe that all the gentlemen present will not pirate my game as this gentleman said just now. What do you think?"

"certainly!"

"We are not real criminals!"

"We don't pirated copies, you have to make them as soon as possible! You make the game so fun and don't produce them. Don't blame us if there is pirated copies at that time!"

"You can rest assured about this! I have bought a factory specifically to produce this game! If you have time, you can visit my factory together!

Just as Mr. Sheffield said. I also hate the thief's behavior very much. Let's witness the rise of original creation together!"

Doug said passionately that although his "Monopoly" was a giant's head cut off, he did not blush at all.

Whatever you say is missing.

Compared with original research and development, imitation is the lowest cost thing.

If you want capitalists to give up the lowest cost and highest profits, unless the dog can change it...eat bones.

"Okay! That's it! In order to play your game as soon as possible, we'll visit it tomorrow!"

"Yes! Go tomorrow!"

"Okay! I'll welcome you to visit the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory tomorrow." Doug looked at Thompson and Gilbert with an apology. "Will this game come first? I think I need to go back and prepare for it."

"Okay, then let's pause first." Thompson was very happy to see such a warm response.

Gilbert squeezed the clan emblem in his hand hard and looked at the points piled up high over Doug.

The virtual game is over.

But the reality showdown has just begun!
Chapter completed!