Tomorrow seems very close, but it is very far away.

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

But for those who are in danger of protection, now is everything.

The ordinary people who want to get rid of the difficult days are powerless to change the real world. They used to have 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 stock has appreciated again!"

"Two thousand five hundred dollars, I won!"

"Quick! Let's play Monopoly together!"

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

They are deeply trapped far beyond those of Yale students who play from morning to night.

Because they are different from Yale students from wealthy families. The young citizens of New Haven have never been rich.

Although Monopoly is just a virtual game, it gives them a feeling they have never had before.

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

A sloppy man with a messy hair and beard that can hold the birds' hair and beard and smells bad, waved to a newspaper boy selling "Monopoly".

He took out two bank coupons of one dollar and two copper coins worth twenty-five cents in total, and hugged ten copies of "Monopoly" he bought. Instead, he did not unpack the package immediately, but waited until the bell of the time rang to the third time before he began to unpack greedily.

Why did he do this?

Because the first time he bought "Monopoly" and won a 10-dollar bank voucher, it was this evening.

The golden sunlight was plated on him. When the third bell rang, he opened a copy of Monopoly, which he bought for twenty-five cents, and obtained twenty times the profit from it.

However, when he bought eighteen copies of "Monopoly" in the next two days, he did not issue another bank voucher that could still be circulated.

On the evening of the fourth day, when the third bell rang, he opened the twenty-first pack and finally won another dollar bank coupon.

From then on, he tasted the opening of the bag and added a lot of money, and fixed the unpacking time every day in the evening when the third bell rang.

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

Before, he had been buying slowly, but in the morning, he heard from his colleagues that opening bags continuously could increase the probability of winning, so he chose to fight for one shot and buy ten copies of "Monopoly" in one go.

Five dollars are not considered small money for ordinary families, and not even small money for a wanderer like him who has no fixed place.

But he dared to fight.

Because he has an expectation of winning.

At the same time, even if he failed, the loss was within his acceptance range.

The opening and recycling of "Monopoly" of Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory has become an industrial chain.

There will be someone who has been in the bud for "Monopoly" to receive ten cents.

After retrieval, secondary packaging will be performed.

However, due to process problems, you can still find some of the best.

Moreover, newspaper boys wearing uniform clothing will never sell "second-hand" Monopoly.

A small citizen who just wants to buy a copy of Monopoly but doesn't believe in his luck, compared to the "high price" Monopoly of 25 cents, would rather spend fifteen cents to buy the "Monopoly" that has been dismantled and repackaged.

In this way, this industrial chain survived.

Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory has no mind or ability to ban such second-hand transactions.

Because from the moment "Monopoly" was sold, it became the buyer's personal belonging, and the holder's freedom to deal with it.

The wandering wanderer uncle started to open his bag.

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

He used his hands to open the bag, almost buried his entire head in the bag, and searched wildly, only a look of disappointment.

The first pack, no gains.

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

The second pack, no gains.

The third pack, no gains.

The fourth pack...

As his bag-opening action continued, a circle of people surrounded him.

Among the people in this circle, there are short children and young and powerful young people, but more people have heard of "The Monopoly", who have no courage to invest, or who have already invested a lot of money.

Unlike those young people who have not experienced it personally, they seem to share the same breath and destiny as the wanderer uncle who is opening his bag, and even the nervous rhythm of breathing is exactly the same.

The fourth pack, no gains.

The fifth pack, no gains.

The sixth pack still has no results.

Although he was still nervous every time he opened his bag, his repeated failures still made the Wanderer Uncle himself and the audience around him become increasingly depressed.

However, the uncle still did not give up and still opened his bag in one go.

The seventh pack, no gain.

The eighth pack, no gains.

The ninth pack is still no gain.

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

Although the uncle still moved forward, the onlookers around him had already started to sigh.

"Give up, there will be no more."

"Ah... five dollars! That's five dollars!"

"I'm so lucky. I didn't even pay a dollar..."

...

The uncle was unmoved, his nails as sharp as a knife continued to separate the paint seal. When he was rummaging on his head, he suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly, "I'm hit! I've finally hit!"

“How many have you won?”

"How many dollars?"

"Have the capital been back?"

...

The bystanders around him, one realistic problem after another, looked up at the Wanderer uncle standing on the stone pier.

"Twenty dollar bank coupons! Twenty dollar bank coupons!"

“Quad?”

"not bad!"

"Five! Five $20 dollar bank vouchers!"

...

"What? One hundred dollars?"

"O my God!"

"Is there really a hundred dollars?"

"I bought ten copies in total, and ten copies were only two dollars and fifty cents. How many times has it been..."

The person who was not good at calculating had his fingers broken up.

"Eighty times!"

"Fine eighty times!"

...

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

"I want a copy of Monopoly!"

"I want a copy of Monopoly, too!"

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

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

Later, people knew that the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory version of "Monopoly" could win the prize.

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

What is the matter in this era that can make a person become a hundred-dollar in just a few minutes?

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Chapter completed!