My American magical life
Chapter 812 - 812 41 The King's Game 1 I'll refund the money if this isn't good hhhh_2

812: Chapter 41 The King’s Game 1 (I’ll refund the money if this chapter isn’t good hhhh)_2 812: Chapter 41 The King’s Game 1 (I’ll refund the money if this chapter isn’t good hhhh)_2 Capitalism, after two hundred years of development, has entered its darkest moment of crisis every dozen years or so.

This is the twilight of capital stagnation, where monopolistic giants carve up their territories in various domains, and all of humanity’s legends about possibility and creativity are shackled by capital’s chains.

This perpetual twilight strangles the future of humanity.

Cheng Daqi, with immense courage, has stepped into this twilight, placing himself at the very pinnacle of the capitalistic order, and now, it has become difficult for him to turn back.

Capitalism is a relation of production; it’s not that having money equates to having capital.

Cheng’s money is not much, but the relations of production he has established possess the unique erosive and alienating effects of capitalist relations of production on people.

Perhaps, it all started with Zhao Ying’s disrobing.

Perhaps, it started when Cheng truly gave up on himself.

Perhaps, it began with the death of a West Coast dream chaser.

In any case, Cheng has already become a part of the twilight.

There’s no turning back!

“A gambling table?

If BEC is considered a gambling table, then LCE is a casino; and Niusen and Wolf, who provided support for you that day, are they the enforcers watching the door, right?”

The blonde Western girl had a bizarre expression.

Cheng knew that she wasn’t complimenting him; rather, she was somewhat sarcastic.

He swiveled his chair to face Lisa and spread his hands as he asked.

“What do you count as, betting with eighty thousand on five times leverage and earning a few million with four million in funds?”

“I!” The blonde Western girl, out of exasperation.

“What ‘I’?

You’ve had a taste of the meat too, haven’t you, Lisa?”

Cheng Daqi’s provocation added pressure to Lisa, who spoke resentfully.

“I don’t want to sell anymore, just earning a bit is fine—you all can smash the market as you please!”

Damn it, I like money, but I’m not short of it.

You’re mistaken if you think you can control me with benefits.

If it was for benefits, why would I distance myself from Mi’er and come to work for you?

Damn man!

Who do you think I am?

“After two strong rebounds, I will throw in a hundred million Dollars.

This money is solely to burn through and create volume, to solidify the presence of a big Tycoon within BEC, and moreover, a foolishly rich one.”

Cheng Daqi muttered to himself, shaking his head in regret.

“I just thought, rather than letting others profit from this money, why not guide your operations and give you a bit—that’s why I wanted you to dump first, alas, what a pity.”

After speaking, he rose as if nothing had happened and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Halfway through, a secretary came in and handed him a stack of documents, and Cheng placed Lisa aside, focusing on processing the various materials submitted by employees.

“Chan, um, I was a bit impulsive in what I said earlier, I’m sorry.”

You see, a sensible girl is different.

“Haha, it’s okay, that said, trialing the waters is still necessary, but don’t short sell anymore, just in the time we were speaking, two billion vanished, alas.”

Lisa probably experienced the most expensive caprice of her life, as she naively asked.

“Did others get wind of our dumping plan?”

“How could they, Mi’er wouldn’t tell anyone, and you?”

The girl frantically waved her hands, shaking her head rapidly.

“Of course not me, then should we change the timing for trialing the waters?”

Cheng actually still preferred Lisa’s untamed demeanor.

“Better a chance encounter than a chosen date, I’m off to vacation in Greece with Mi’er tonight.

Let’s get these issues resolved so I can relax a bit more.”

Lisa pursed her lips, not focusing on what Cheng and Mi’er planned to get up to, but nervously asked.

“Do I sell directly?”

Cheng Daqi teased.

“Move your finger, seven hundred thousand credited, no, now it’s just over six hundred thousand left, Lisa, come on, get moving.”

With his hands on the armrests of the chair, Cheng Daqi stared at the BEC real-time trend graph on the computer screen, which depicted a downward sloping curve at approximately a thirty-degree angle.

Behind him, Lisa’s nervous breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, the line exploded.

A nearly vertical line plummeted down, and as over six hundred thousand was slammed down, all sorts of bearish followers quickly piled on, instantly reducing BEC’s total market cap by four hundred million.

“Chan, we’ve completely broken through your first rebound point!”

Lisa trembled with a reminder, overly excited.

The seven hundred thousand in potential profits didn’t faze her much, but once there was actually over six hundred thousand in cash in the account, that was a different story.

She even began to regret her recent attitude—acting on a whim and missing out on earning a few million, anyone would be confused by such matters.

“Don’t speak.”

Cheng held his chin with his right hand, leaning back in his chair and quietly watching the subsequent trend.

“Should we put money in to support it?”

Lisa couldn’t suppress her urge to speak, feeling somewhat parched.

“Just watch.”

Indeed, less than ten seconds after Lisa crashed with the terrifying waterfall line, the BEC price curve stiffened like it had taken an Aphrodisiac.

The first hundred million Dollars Cheng Daqi had arranged for burning cash to paint lines began to make its entrance.

“Alright, I’m leaving, you should not re-enter the market to speculate anymore.

BEC is a bit sturdier than I thought, the trial was successful.”

“Wait, Chan, I still think it’s such a loss for you to burn money at such a high position, those speculators aren’t really worth saving.”

Ah, women—just a moment ago, she found Cheng’s methods questionable, but now she was already concerned about Cheng’s money-burning maneuvers.

“Half of the goods in this market are mine, Lisa, don’t worry, this bit of money isn’t a loss as long as it can produce an effect.”

“But its value is now four times that of the ICO; such a growth rate is rare in the Cryptocurrency domain.

Most people’s judgment should be similar to ours—it’s highly overvalued.

Why not wait for it to halve in price before supporting the market again?”

Money can assail one’s reason, and Lisa was now as if beside herself.