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Chapter 813 - 813 41 The King's Game 1 I'll give a refund if this isn't good hhhh_3

813: Chapter 41 The King’s Game 1 (I’ll give a refund if this chapter isn’t good hhhh)_3 813: Chapter 41 The King’s Game 1 (I’ll give a refund if this chapter isn’t good hhhh)_3 “Overpriced?

Just look at its trend; there’s nothing overpriced about it, hahaha.”

With the influence of the Aphrodisiac, BEC’s price chart was climbing step by step against the pressure from the bears.

A huge volume of transactions was burnt through in just one minute.

Cheng Daqi was reminded of a novel by Liu.

‘When the pot boils over after burning 1.3 million Dollars, it’s time.’

This was a common scene in the Cryptocurrency market, with Tycoons smashing the market, while bulls desperately pushed it up.

At this moment, BEC seemed to have an air of unrivaled vigor, its firm trend confusing all speculators involved in the gamble.

So, was this thing actually not that expensive?

“This hundred million thrown in now is set to lose at least fifty million!”

It was Cheng Daqi’s money burning brightly, yet it was Lisa’s heart that was bleeding.

Playing like this in a zero-sum game, this money was just plainly gifted to the speculators!

“In the financial market, the participant groups are very complex.

Spending money to burn up the curve and transaction volume can attract some to advocate for BEC.

Maybe you should consider the fact that I own half of the goods.

Alright, I really have to go.

I’m going to join the others for a smash this afternoon.

That’s when the real thrill happens.

What’s going on now is just a minor scene.”

He acted as if he didn’t care.

A hundred million Dollars had burned.

This hundred million was just the beginning, and more was to follow.

He didn’t care.

Hundreds, even thousands of people went bankrupt because of his market smash; BEC’s reputation might completely explode.

He didn’t care.

Despite clearly violating morals and even the law, committing actual evil deeds, he didn’t care.

In a flash, like waking from a dream, Lisa suddenly asked aloud.

“Daqi, do you really not care about the consequences your actions could cause?”

This was a friend’s admonition.

Lisa had just been overwhelmed by the large amount of money, but she was, after all, a very nice girl.

At this moment, she was like Zhao Hongjin who had once tried to stop Boss Cheng, like Temir who had once attempted to prevent Boss Cheng, grabbing hold of Cheng Daqi’s increasingly distant footsteps.

Free from the shackles of interest, rational positions, and their hierarchical employment status, Lisa questioned Boss Cheng’s heart once again with the stance of a friend.

Cheng Daqi paused while putting on his coat, sighing in his heart.

So, having some good friends is useful.

They are like superheroes from the Land of Light, helping oneself against those indescribable cruel chains.

“Lisa, look, I do care about you, so I let you run first, hahaha.”

Lisa understood this deliberate cleverness.

“No, Daqi, you know I’m not that desperate for this money.

You’re avoiding the main issue!”

Cheng Daqi smiled wryly.

“I actually had many chances to turn back, Lisa.

But as you see, everyone is moving forward.

How could I possibly turn back?”

He kept walking without looking back!

Cheng Daqi wasn’t the hero to save a princess; there was no Evil Dragon at the end of the road, and even the meaning of the goal wasn’t important anymore.

The most crucial rule of this game is—after the move, the Chess Player must win.

Cheng Daqi was no longer a nameless person at the mercy of others; he was the Chess Player and King in control of his own fate and that of many others.

Stepping onto this chessboard from which there is no return had brought him not only power but also endless pressure.

That pressure was pervasive, shapeless, yet suffocating him.

Ambitious people watched him with a keen eye; greedy and cunning Hunters watched him; proud and rebellious followers watched him.

As the Chess Player, even if the opponent across the chessboard were God, Boss Cheng would have to face him with enough courage to beat God.

“No, it’s different, Daqi.

You already have almost everything.

Why engage in danger?”

Lisa was right.

In a worldly sense, Cheng Daqi already had money that he couldn’t spend in several lifetimes.

“Who knows, perhaps I just don’t know how to be content.”

Cheng Daqi shrugged and turned to leave.

Just as he never confessed to Mi’er, from start to finish, he did not try to get Lisa to understand his true purpose.

The blonde, white girl thought Temir was crazy enough, but compared to Mi’er, Boss Cheng was not to be outdone.

—————–

In Bahamas, Chen Zihao also felt he was going mad.

He cast aside his reservations, angrily confronting Li Haiping.

“You’re amazing, Li.

With a single word, you’ve got me ruining my career.

LCE is something I worked extremely hard to build up, and for BEC’s ICO, I even followed Lao Jia throughout East Asia.

To bring in a sufficient number of people, I even called my college classmates.

They believed me, they believed I wouldn’t scam them.

But now you’re telling me we need to smash another whopping five hundred million Dollars into BEC, which is completely different from what was said in the beginning!”

Seeing Li still so unperturbed, Chen Zihao’s rage continued to burn uncontrollably.

He was so angry that his face turned purple, but even so, Chen Zihao held onto his last bit of rationality.

“You asked me to come up with a market value management plan with the traders.

We did it.

The money was just burnt through, an entire hundred million Dollars!

And now you tell me, today there will be more smashing.

Li, I have reason to suspect you’re giving false orders!

I want to meet with Boss Cheng.

I want to meet Sheriff Gru.

I want to meet Eris!”

Old man Li, a long-time player like Deng Zi in America, had seen all sorts of people and encountered all kinds of things.

Chen Zihao hadn’t even started, and old Li could already tell what kind of ‘fart’ he was intending to let out.