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834: Chapter 47 The King’s Game End (Continue the madness, 11k votes please!) 834: Chapter 47 The King’s Game End (Continue the madness, 11k votes please!) Aegean Sea, located between the Balkan Peninsula and the Anatolian Peninsula, to the north lies the Black Sea, to the south lies the Mediterranean Sea.

This is one of the oldest seas in the world—when speaking in terms of human naming and utilization.

Sitting on the beach of 2019 and looking back to the past, President Cheng seems to be able to see the intermittent silhouettes of the battleships of kings on the distant horizon.

From Caesar to Alexander, from Constantine to Muhammad, this sea has witnessed many kings vying for control of the center of the World Island.

This is the center of the world besides the East, three continents, six seas, many civilizations, different races, diverse beliefs…

Here lies eternal contradictions and conflicts, but just like the seemingly chaotic yet amusing France, it harbors infinite possibilities.

Cycles are the fairest thing, corresponding to degeneration, is the crisp and unique rebirth that degeneration nurtures—like Hua Country.

“You seem to be very moved, is it that interesting to look at?”

The black-haired wealthy woman sitting next to Cheng Daqi gently lifted her foot and kicked him, asking.

“I’m not looking at the sea.”

Too lazy to haggle with a woman, Cheng Daqi laid flat, letting go of his body completely, his mind wandered through Europe in a glimpse that wore him out.

Both claimed they were here for a vacation, yet neither have the temperament to idle, resulting in days more exhausting than dual-line operations back in America.

“What’s wrong, Mr.

Dominant CEO, are you thinking about a beloved who’s not by your side?” Mi’er teased.

“Hahaha, I was thinking, thousands of years of human history, is actually just a circle.

The rise of America is purely accidental, mean regression is the inevitability.”

Cheng Daqi thought of Achilles; as many transnational capital groups were betting their future chips on Africa and South America, Achilles chose to personally undertake layouts in the Middle East, even spending years there.

Africa’s industries, given directly to Mi’er, and later even dividing industries in America for Mi’er, all in hopes that this trouble-making sister would stay more grounded.

He and Niusen, Cheng Daqi is one kind of person, they do not care about the specific loss or gain of even hundreds of millions of Dollars, what matters to them is momentum.

Niusen’s reprimand to Geweil, was all about how Geweil dragged him into a far more complex interest pattern.

Two hundred million Dollars is a lot, but Niusen was more worried about being trapped by President Cheng because of this money—the advice he gave to Geweil exactly points this out.

The terror of Achilles lies in the fact that this heir of the Caramacris Family, without the informational advantages of a Reincarnator, managed to play the game Cheng Daqi wanted to but didn’t have the strength to.

The center of the World Island, throughout history, was regarded by countless kings as the greatest campaign of a lifetime, Achilles is now crafting his own legend.

Facing him, President Cheng was completely convinced in defeat.

Mi’er was caught off guard by Cheng Daqi’s unexpected response, she thought for a moment, and said,

“The development of history is slow most of the time, even static, being obsessed with grand narratives and overlooking this objective stasis will make you lose your way.”

Her meaning was: Think less, stop fussing about, just be content.

“That’s where we differ, Mi’er, we are two completely different people, you are more realistic, and I’m more foolish.”

After lying down, the sun was a bit dazzling, Cheng Daqi picked up a wide-brimmed hat and casually covered his face.

“You also know you’re foolish, so why keep being this way?”

“Maybe controlled by the body, as a carbon-based mammal, men are like dogs, always have a kind of conquest desire that stems from genes.

But then again, a dog’s conquest desire is to mount a few more female dogs, while a man’s conquest desire is to rule the world?”

This talk was way too demeaning, equivalent to scathing criticism, which left Mi’er speechless.

Thus, the two lay side by side on the beach for a long time until President Cheng’s bodyguard had a dispute with some odd closers.

Cheng Daqi was still lying flat, Mi’er propped up her arm, looking at the people in the distance, her face changed.

“Chan, he’s here!”

—————–

In Lingnan, Egret Island, the new headquarters of Shanhaiguan.

Dong Zecheng was hosting the chairman from ‘Family Good Items’; the promotional effect of Shanhaiguan was too good, and the forty million Dollars advertising budget from ‘Family Good Items’ was used up in just over two months.

How to put it, due to the presence of the Matthew effect and thanks to ‘Family Good Items’ swift payment, Shanhaiguan still managed to create more than a dozen millionaires.

Although a millionaire in Egret Island could only afford two bathrooms, at most with a balcony, such a rapid wealth-creation speed still made many internet influencers of Shanhaiguan green with envy.

Yes, every big shot on Zhihu makes millions a year, living on the East Coast, just off the plane, but that’s the internet.

In the real world, a million in cash is still out of reach for most people their whole lives, when dozens of millionaires stand there, they don’t need to say anything, it’s enough to intimidate those who entered the game later.

The situation for Shanhaiguan is unprecedentedly good, but its Sect Leader Dong Zecheng can’t manage a smile.

At President Cheng’s request, the forty million Dollars were distributed, a small portion for Shanhaiguan, and a larger share for the influencers.

President Cheng was happy, Dong Zecheng was not.

‘Family Good Items’ money is spent, what next?

Where can Shanhaiguan find another so straightforward partner?

“President Dong, Xiaoxiao, the head of ‘Family Good Items’ is here!” Dong Zecheng’s secretary interrupted his reverie.

“Good, come with me to greet them.” The general manager smiled and said.

At the elevator door of Shanhaiguan’s floor, Wang Xiaoxiao was chatting leisurely with Zhao Hongjin.