My American magical life
Chapter 527 - 527 85 He Established His Own Chessboard_4

527: Chapter 85: He Established His Own Chessboard_4 527: Chapter 85: He Established His Own Chessboard_4 And Faraday Future was CEO Cheng’s true target!

It was hard to find another company so perfectly suitable in the world.

Founded with endorsement from a Qianyi Group tycoon, it was a brand struggling eternally to manufacture cars—and of course, not a single car was produced.

Prototype cars had appeared, but mass production was a whopping eighteen thousand miles away.

But even so, even with such a Faraday Future, in CEO Cheng’s eyes, it was perfect.

Subprime assets are subprime assets, but does that mean they can’t be restructured?

Faraday to Tesla, Accountant Jia to Musk, bottom grade is bottom grade, but Zabudo is skilled.

Two words: Enough!

It wasn’t that CEO Cheng was delusional, nor did Accountant Jia really have such a big face.

Rather, his nine hundred million Dollars would become the nourishment for the LCE Cryptocurrency Exchange and BEC coins!

Not ninety million Hua yuan, not ninety million Dollars, it was nine hundred million Dollars!

In 2018, Cryptocurrency still hadn’t reached the insane prices of the future—The Federal Reserve hadn’t started to heavily print money yet, it was America’s massive mask printing that later pushed prices up.

Bitcoin’s theoretical total market value could exceed one trillion US dollars, and the total size of the Cryptocurrency market was several trillion!

But did that really mean they were worth that much?

Of course not!

Accountant Jia’s nine hundred million in fuel was enough to blaze LCE Cryptocurrency Exchange up to a valuation of several hundred million dollars and to ignite the soon-to-be issued BEC coins in the ICO phase up to a theoretical market value of ten billion dollars!

(I even think this number is conservative, but given that such operations are rare in the real world, I didn’t dare write too much.)

As for whether the market would accept it?

The underlying technology of Cryptocurrency is decentralized blockchain technology, but the core of this decentralization is anti-authoritarianism.

The traditional authoritarian financial system is centered around private banks and is constrained by strict regulation, actually becoming tools of exploitation used by capitalists and rulers against common people, in form.

The Federal Reserve, UBS, and so on, are nothing but the same story.

And the most ridiculous part is that the anti-authority, decentralized Cryptocurrency itself is being circulated and lifted up by the capital from private banks—the managers of the high tower choosing to dig their own graves, that is the fundamental contradiction of capitalism.

So, what CEO Cheng previously told Gru – the logic that all financial innovations to some extent tend to make the rich richer – was actually true.

Finance is the game of money, and only the wealthy can play it; those who survive will become even wealthier.

Even loans with interest rates nearing zero can inject liquidity into the market through their issuance, and where does this new liquidity flow?

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The door of the sickroom was pushed open, and Eris’ subordinates cleared a path, allowing the Accountant Jia sitting by the bed to distinctly see the visitor.

It was a Chinese man in his fifties, not very tall, wearing round glasses; his sparse hair left only a pitiful ring, which was quite comical.

However, there was an inexplicable smile on the man’s face.

It was as if he was mocking, yet it seemed he was also delivering goodwill.

Accountant Jia used to be moved by such expressions, but with too much hatred in his heart now, his emotions clouded his judgment.

“Boss Jia, let’s get acquainted.

I am Li Haiping, hahaha, I’ve brought you some tonics.”

Elder Li gestured for his subordinates to bring over the items, pointing at the box they were carrying and laughing while explaining to Elder Jia.

“Ginseng from the Northeast, black-bone chicken, and right, assorted fruits, just hoping for your speedy recovery.”

Accountant Jia’s face was expressionless—swollen from Gru’s heavy slapping.

It happened that Elder Li’s subordinates were not from Hua Country and didn’t recognize Accountant Jia; otherwise, they would’ve acknowledged him with a call.

“Anything the matter?”

Realizing that Accountant Jia was unaware of the situation, Elder Li dismissed everyone and then said,

“Boss Jia, from now on, you and I are friends, hahaha, all those properties, assets, shares of yours, they are too troublesome to manage.

You see, you’re injured now, and it’s time for rest.

Just take a good break, and I will handle all those nuisances for you.”

Accountant Jia’s eyes closed again, although he was in a brightly lit hospital room.

Every time he opened his eyes, he felt engulfed by darkness.

“Where is Cheng Daqi?

Where is Gru?”

Elder Li smiled and peeled an apple for Accountant Jia.

In the quiet VIP sickroom, the sound of the knife slicing the apple’s skin seemed particularly grating.

At least for Accountant Jia sitting on the bed, it was.

He could hear the sound of the knife blade colliding with the apple flesh; it had a certain crispness, a “shasha” sound.

“Here, have an apple, Elder Jia.

You seem to be two years younger than me.

People like you, I wasn’t in my lifetime supposed to cross paths with, but why did you turn out to be a swindler?

I came to America before you.

This isn’t such a good place.

It just so happens you decided to be a swindler, and you fled to America.

Moreover, I don’t know any CEO Cheng, Gru, but I know that in America, you ought to behave properly.”

Looking at the apple in Elder Li’s hand, Accountant Jia still didn’t want to speak.

He wanted to see Cheng Daqi; he wanted to see Gru, not to talk with this ridiculous old man!

He’s not worthy!

Feeling Accountant Jia’s contempt for himself, Elder Li chuckled coldly in his heart.

He pressed against Accountant Jia’s chin and forced the apple into his mouth.

“When I tell you to eat, you eat!

Eat it up!”

My name is Li Haiping, and though I may be Cheng’s dog, biting you is an easy effort for me!

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Zhong Yajun was actually quite eager about the mysterious CEO Cheng.

The night she arrived in America, she learned that Cheng Daqi’s MAS had hit a valuation of one hundred and twenty million dollars in the first round!