My American magical life
Chapter 821 - 821 43 King's Game 3_3

821: Chapter 43 King’s Game 3_3 821: Chapter 43 King’s Game 3_3 Fidel couldn’t comprehend such blatant cruelty.

He was smart, a sharp young man, but he was ultimately raised in America’s ludicrous yet humorous cultural climate, and he couldn’t accept those kinds of horrifying rules.

“This is your first lesson, child.

All gifts come with a price.”

Eris grew up in the era right after the Cold War ended, and he understood the fragility of America’s millennials very well, but he wouldn’t be merciful just because of that—not because he was cold-hearted, but simply because no one could afford to be.

In a crumbling world, nobody can remain unscathed if they still wish to achieve anything.

“Mr.

Eris, who are you exactly?

What do you do?”

Fidel asked, trembling, beginning to regret his recklessness, immensely so.

Sometimes, trying your luck doesn’t just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle; the motorcycle might also get rigged with a timed bomb.

“You understand nothing, you understand nothing about America’s politics, you don’t know who’s who in California, let alone San Rodolfo.

However, remember this, kid, when you truly understand who I am, remember one thing—I’m also just a small fry running errands for others.”

In terms of relative strength, Eris was not on par with Jax, Jax not on par with Gru, Gru not on par with Cheng Daqi, Cheng Daqi not on par with Wolf, Wolf not on par with Achilles, and Achilles, seemingly immensely powerful, was still inferior to some truly indescribable beings.

Fidel understood Eris’s threat, and that’s the sorrow of smart people.

Recklessness is closer to bravery than cowardice, yet the caution of the intelligent often paralyzes them.

Actually, he could run away now.

Eris wouldn’t kill him over this.

The agent made it very clear—you only get the full-service package for your entire family if you make a mess of things.

But overly smart people are easy targets, from the Master of Money, who is averse to cold water, to Marshal Bei who’d sacrifice himself for his country; in fact, they’re all in the same boat.

“I understand, Mr.

Eris, I understand.”

Amidst the tension, Field himself didn’t know what he should say.

Even someone like Eris, who moved with bodyguards and nearly had police escorting him, was considered a small fry—this felt more like a horror story.

He thought of Eris’s words—”You don’t understand America; you don’t understand California; you don’t understand San Rodolfo.” Right, he was just a young lawyer from an ordinary family; his biggest break was meeting a competent high school teacher that helped him get into law school.

Field sat beside Eris, dazed.

He could see the driver chewing gum, but the person in the passenger seat was wiping a handgun.

Why didn’t I see it just now?

What troubled him wasn’t that he had failed to recognize the danger.

When he thought he’d fearlessly wagered everything upon a lucky branch of fate, only after Eris bluntly issued a threat did Fidel realize that what constituted “everything” was different in everyone’s eyes.

“Fuck!” Eris cursed loudly, startling everyone in the car.

Fidel saw the person in the passenger seat pick up the gun and started to speak with difficulty.

“I…”

“Shut up, it has nothing to do with you—I just lost forty million Dollars!”

Eris ruffled his hair somewhat frenetically, unable to comprehend why BEC collapsed.

Fidel dared not speak.

Forty million Dollars, 99.99% of Americans would never earn that in a lifetime.

Losing forty million Dollars probably meant an investment loss, and that couldn’t have been all of Eris’s assets.

The mysterious big shot was at least a billionaire.

“Hahaha, it’s nothing, hahaha.”

Eris’s laugh was sinister at first, now slightly neurotic, making everyone else’s scalp tingle.

“Boss, are you alright?”

“Fine, fine; I just lost forty million, what’s there to fear!”

Eris laughed merrily, no longer concerned about the loss from cryptocurrency.

What’s there to fear?

Cheng Daqi that bastard lost even more; this flash crash was clearly targeted!

That’s what you get for being cocky, for jumping around, messing with me, trying to control me!

How do you like that?

Karma, isn’t it?

As they say, what you sow, you shall reap!

Cheng, let’s see how you clean up this mess!

Let’s put aside why Eris was laughing; Field was truly astonished.

Some people want to jump off a building over a loss of a few million, while others can laugh happily after losing forty million.

Indeed, is this the world of the big shots?

Actually, Eris laughed purely because he thought that his loss of forty million meant Cheng Daqi lost even more, and so would Cheng Daqi’s partners.

With all the upcoming troubles, Cheng Daqi would have a tough time ahead, and thinking of this, Eris couldn’t help but want to laugh.

—————–

That evening, the fat son of the Crusoe Family and the Family Head of the Eris Family sat down together once again.

To keep drinking.

Working under President Cheng, they hadn’t had many good days; today, they took a beating in the BEC fiasco.

Their hearts ached, but they somehow also felt a schadenfreude-like joy.

So, the two drank merrily through their meal.

“I only invested eight hundred thousand Dollars, and it was all wiped out.

Eris, cryptocurrency is not reliable at all!”

The fat son still hadn’t consulted President Cheng; he didn’t consider Cheng a friend, well-deserved for Cheng to play him to a total loss.

If only he had treated Cheng Daqi as a friend and asked him, Cheng Daqi would have told him to short.

“It’s not cryptocurrency that’s unreliable; it’s BEC that’s unreliable.

Its market value is way too inflated, completely worthless.

They hired a bunch of experts to hype it up, got Governors to endorse; it’s all for speculation.”