Act 84 The Drunk in the Tavern
The next morning, there were still water traces on the stone slabs.
Although the weather was very cold and the breath was all white, Gilbert was very happy.
He felt like a lion, patrolling one store after another in New Haven.
When he saw that the most prominent position in the store was "Monopoly" produced by his factory, the smile on his face was so strong that it couldn't dissipate.
He boasted to his followers, "Doug? What Doug? What's the use of admiring him? Isn't the store still my Monopoly?"
The family follower on the side knew the young master's usual character and agreed, "Yes! How can a little homeless man compare to you?"
Gilbert was even happier when he heard this. He had already looked at people with his nostrils, but now he was going to look at the sky with his nostrils.
Except for the few unscrupulous shops in the port, the rest of New Haven's stores have become his territory.
He wanted to see what tricks he could do without Doug, who was selling as a fulcrum.
not to mention……
He had asked his uncle to cut off all dye supplies in the New Haven area.
Even if that damn little homeless man could sell the produced Monopoly, what would he do to make new ones?
When Gilbert thought of this, he was already shocked by his intelligence.
He turned his head and said to the servant beside him, "We need a drink to celebrate, right?"
"Young Master...you..." The follower wanted to say something, but under Gilbert's gaze, it turned out to be, "Of course I'm going to celebrate a cup!"
Gilbert came to the tavern happily, asked for a glass of rum, and took a deep sip.
If industry has promoted the progress of human civilization, then tea, wine and beverages are the lubricants for workers.
Never think that ordinary people in the 19th century could drink a little sweet mountain spring or thorough pure water.
In this era, most people who live in cities can drink water as "sewage".
When making tea, boil water. Alcohol can kill most harmful bacteria and microorganisms.
Moreover, whether it is the taste of tea or wine, it can objectively cover up the strange smell of water and deceive people's taste buds.
Therefore, drinking tea and drinking alcohol in this era can be considered a healthy lifestyle.
Even if you only drink alcohol without water every day, it will have a longer lifespan than drinking "sewage".
Taverns and teahouses, as well as cafes with American characteristics, have objective soil.
In addition to talking about the Atlantic Ocean Cross-Sea Bridge and building a major project connecting Europe and America in the tavern, the remaining entertainment activities are gambling.
"Hey! Little kid, give me a copy of Monopoly!" a drunkard shouted.
A newspaper boy who was not as tall as a wine table came out of nowhere. After taking the money, he handed out a copy of "Monopoly".
"Hey? Have our Monopoly sold to the tavern?" Gilbert, who was drunk and had a little head above, squinted his eyes and looked at the situation not far away.
The servant who had not drunk enough looked at the wine glass and surged his Adam's apple, then looked at the place where the young master looked. After seeing clearly, he did not dare to speak out.
because……
It was not "Monopoly" produced by Mitos Manufacturing Company, but "Monopoly" produced by Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory.
"Hey? Why did this "Monopoly" be sealed?" The drunkard pulled the bag and didn't pull it open. He was puzzled when he saw the paint seal on it.
However, what is the logic when you are drunk?
After asking, he didn't expect the newspaper boy to reply. He made a miracle and pulled open the bag of "Monopoly".
The open bag exposed a lot of colorful paper tickets.
"Is this? Bank coupons? There are still bank coupons in Monopoly? So many bank coupons? Am I rich?" the drunkard shouted.
The drunkard who passed by pulled a bank voucher and knocked it on, shouting, "You're so drunk! This is a bank voucher! Do you still expect to get rich by buying "Monopoly"?
Are you dreaming about the UK?"
"No! I didn't drink too much! I didn't dream about the British! Even if I dream, I still dream about the American dream! Look at what I have in my hands!
Black Hawk Bank’s bank coupons! Take a look! It’s not a scrapped bank coupon!
Earn!
Haha! I made a profit!
I'll treat you to this glass of wine!"
The most expensive kissed the bank coupons marked with the words "Five US dollars" in his hand and danced ecstatically. Other drunkards around rushed here to find out if there were really five bank coupons.
I saw that he actually got a bank voucher that he could still use.
I silently calculated the calculation in my heart.
A copy of Monopoly is only twenty-five cents, and five dollars can buy twenty copies of Monopoly.
If you buy twenty copies, as long as you have one, you can use five-dollar bank coupons, you will make a profit if you buy nineteen!
In this way...
They surrounded the tabloid boys.
"Give me a copy of Monopoly!"
"I want one too!"
"I want it all!"
Gilbert looked at the scene in front of him and shook his head and asked the follower beside him, "Did I drink too much?"
"Of course you didn't drink too much!"
"Then what am I looking at! Ah? What is it!" The rum glass in his hand was thrown out, and the wine spiraled and the glass hit the head of the follower.
"Does my Monopoly have bank vouchers? Have I ever sold my Monopoly to newspaper boys? You! Go buy me one, I want to see if it's from the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory!"
The follower covered the wound on his head that was constantly bleeding with one hand, while crowding into the pile of drunkards.
He didn't drink, but the body odors emitted by the drunks almost intoxicated him.
Before he was completely drunk, he finally got a copy of Monopoly.
Crawl out of the crowd and hand it to Gilbert.
When Gilbert looked at the packaging, he knew that this was "Monopoly" from Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory.
When he took off the difficult paint seal and opened the pocket of "Monopoly", what caught his eye was the bank vouchers produced by various banks.
Pull out a bank voucher and you can clearly see the scrapped seal on it.
Among these scrapped bank vouchers, there is a brand new bank voucher that looks very conspicuous.
Gilbert found it out and saw that it was a bank voucher worth one dollar from Black Hawk Bank!
The pattern on this bank voucher is like a smiling face.
And this smiling face seemed to be laughing at him.
“Fuck!”
Gilbert scolded angrily.
He threw the Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory version of "The Monopoly" to the ground, and crushed his toes back and forth.
When he finished venting, he shouted, "Go! Go back to the factory!"
As soon as the steps were taken, his foot fell to the smooth rum glass he had just thrown away. He lost his balance and knocked heavily to the ground with the back of his head.
Chapter completed!