America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 379 The King's Game 1 (I'll refund you if this chapter isn't good)

At noon, in the empty office, the lights were still on as usual.

For MAS employees, the existence of the big boss is like a legend.

How can he not be a legend? The beautiful general manager works like a slave for him, the OC boss upstairs is his girlfriend, and he has the final say in both companies upstairs and downstairs.

The most outrageous thing is that every day, Cheng Daiqi arrives at the company before his bodyguards, and then they check for safety hazards just like in a movie.

play?

Boss, how much do you distrust us that you are so defensive?
Mr. Cheng understood the strange looks his employees gave him, but he didn't care.

With so many things to deal with every day, he doesn't have the time to explain things to these small screws.

I have to say, this is quite a bit of 'Master=6' calmness.

Lisa and Mr. Cheng arrived at the company at about the same time. They made an appointment in advance to meet today. Don't get me wrong, it's not that these two got together so quickly, it's purely due to work needs.

"BEC has been trading sideways recently, and some people have started to open short orders. However, I agree with several major investors that the current market value is not high enough. Lisa, turn on your phone first."

Cheng Daiqi watched the blonde girl open the mobile app of the LCE cryptocurrency trading platform and found that her capital was 800,000 US dollars and she had a five-fold leverage, which was equivalent to 4 million US dollars. After the market value of BEC soared fourfold, her account had a floating profit of 7 million US dollars.

"You're quite courageous."

Touching his chin, Cheng Daiqi realized that he had forgotten to shave this morning.

"I have faith in you, Chan."

Lisa, ah Lisa, this girl is very good at talking.

"Hahaha, then just sell everything. Sell all your long positions and go short. Let's test the market first."

Mr. Cheng accepted his friend's praise without hesitation and guided Lisa in handling the orders.

The great escape of 500 million people begins with Lisa - let her good cattle and horses eat the tenderest grass first.

Just like Cheng Daiqi said, Lisa's selling at noon today at most served as a test of the market, and it could not do more than that.

BEC is one of the most popular cryptocurrencies on the market. Thanks to its gimmicky concept, luxurious technical expert propaganda team, and eye-catching ICO platform lineup, it has won the favor of a large number of speculators.

Every day, on the LCE trading platform alone, BEC's trading volume can exceed one billion, and the turnover rate is about 8% - the liquidity is extremely good, exceeding 99.9% of US stocks.

(I'm not too sure whether this data setting is OK. If someone knows, please give some modification suggestions)
Therefore, cryptocurrency is really like walking on the edge of a knife. Every order is leveraged, short-term transactions are constantly made, and there are ambitious people sharpening their knives. All of these make up its story of making people rich, which can make even the most stingy people greedy.

"Test trading? Chan, I'm trading on both sides of my $7 million floating profit order, and throwing $15 million in cash back and forth in a short period of time, will this work?"

The considerate Lisa seemed a little too conservative, and Mr. Cheng shook his head to explain.

"A daily turnover of one billion dollars means an average of fifty million dollars per hour, or about one million dollars per minute. If you sell fifteen million dollars in a short period of time, you can just eat up all the orders below, and then it depends on whether it will plummet.

I actually prepared a sum of money, a fund to rescue the market, about 400 million. With this money, I am not afraid of BEC plummeting, I am only afraid that it will not fall hard enough. "

Lisa was shocked by the 'secret weapon' that Mr. Cheng suddenly revealed.

What she thought about was that she seemed to have been tricked by this bastard last night. Cheng Daiqi could have easily solved the problem, but he pushed her and Mi'er against it.

Lisa felt a little unhappy, but she held it back because she had important things to do.

The blonde girl looked at President Cheng worriedly and reminded him in a serious tone.

"Chan, you have to consider one thing. Most of the traders involved in the BEC hype are high-leverage speculators. My $15 million trial is nothing, but if you throw in $500 million, how many people will be liquidated by you? Have you ever thought about it?"

This is not pleasant to hear, and it sounds like it has nothing to do with Mr. Cheng.

But taking BEC too far could have devastating consequences, a possibility Lisa warned of last night.

"Hey, follow me."

Cheng Daiqi got up from the sofa and sat down at the computer desk.

Using the key to open the safe embedded under the desk, Mr. Cheng took out a twelve-inch laptop computer and opened the selling plan designed by Chen Zihao and several traders.

Noticing that Lisa was still standing there in a daze, Cheng Daiqi waved to her.

"Come and watch from behind me. This thing cannot be uploaded to the Internet."

“Only by drawing a good line can BEC become more valuable. The inflated market value will be attacked sooner or later. Instead of letting others attack me, I will attack myself.”

“You see, we designed the rebound position based on the margin call line of 20 times leverage. The rebound here is the strongest and will directly hit a new high.

Of course, if the selling pressure is too great, they will follow the trend and push down together with the short sellers until the speculators who bought with 12 times leverage at the high point reach the liquidation line, and then continue to try to rebound. "

Looking at the data on Mr. Cheng’s computer, Lisa felt a little dizzy.

"Will you violate securities laws by doing this?"

Cheng Daiqi was silent for a moment, then replied with mixed feelings.

"The law is used to discipline those people, not me, Lisa. No one in the cryptocurrency field is qualified to judge me. BEC is my gambling table. I invested so much money in it, not to help these speculators!"

After two hundred years of development, capitalism has entered its darkest hour with a crisis every ten years or so. This is the dusk of capital stagnation. Monopoly giants are scrambling to grab land in different fields, and all human legends about possibilities and creativity are trapped in the chains of capital.

This eternal twilight strangles the future of mankind. Cheng Daiqi entered the twilight with great courage and established himself at the top of the capital order. Now, it is difficult for him to turn around.

Capitalism is a kind of production relationship. Having money does not equal capital. Although Cheng’s total money is not much, the production relations he has established have the erosion and alienation of people that are unique to capitalist production relations.

Perhaps, it started when Zhao Ying took off her clothes.

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

Perhaps it started with the death of the West Coast Dreamboys.

In short, Mr. Cheng has become a part of the dusk.

There is no way back!

"Gambling table? Chan, BEC is the gambling table, then LCE is the casino, and Niu Sen and Wolff who supported you that day are the thugs guarding the door, right?"

The blonde girl had a strange expression on her face, and Mr. Cheng knew that she was not praising him, but was rather being a little sarcastic.

He turned his chair to look at Lisa and asked with his hands spread out.

"What do you think you are, if you took 800,000 yuan and leveraged it five times to make millions with 4 million yuan of capital?"

"Me!" The blonde girl was furious.

"What do you mean by me? You got some meat too, didn't you, Lisa?"

Cheng Daiqi's provocation put pressure on Lisa, and she said angrily.

"I won't sell it anymore. I just want to make a little money. You guys can smash it as much as you want!"

I like money, but I'm not short of it. You're wrong if you want to use benefits to control me.

If it's for profit, why would I distance myself from Mi'er and work for you?
dog man!
Who do you think i am?

“After two strong rebounds, I will invest 100 million yuan. This money is only to burn the trading volume and prove that there is a big market maker in BEC, and it is a market maker with a lot of money and stupid people.”

Cheng Daiqi muttered to himself and shook his head regretfully.

"I thought that instead of letting other people take the money, I might as well give you some guidance on how to operate it, so I wanted you to dump the market first. What a pity, what a pity."

After saying that, he stood up as if nothing had happened and poured himself a cup of coffee.

In the middle of the meeting, a secretary came in and stuffed him with a pile of documents. Mr. Cheng then put Lisa aside and concentrated on processing the various materials submitted by the employees.

"Chan, um, I was a little rash in what I said just now, I'm sorry."

You see, sensible girls are different.

"Hahaha, it's okay. Let's put it this way. It's still necessary to test the market, but don't sell short. Just as we were talking, the stock price has dropped by 200 million. Sigh."

Lisa probably experienced the most expensive act of willfulness in her life, she asked foolishly.

"Did anyone else know about our plan to crash the market?"

"How is it possible? Mi'er won't tell anyone, you?"

The girl waved her hands and shook her head rapidly.

"Of course not me, so should we try the plate at another time?"

In fact, Mr. Cheng still appreciates Lisa's rebelliousness more.

"It's better to do it now than to wait for a better day. I'm going to Greece for vacation with Mi'er tonight. Let's quickly deal with these troubles so that I can relax."

Lisa pursed her lips, not paying attention to how Mr. Cheng and Mi'er were planning to fool around, but asked nervously.

“I sell it directly?”

Cheng Daqi joked.

"Just move your fingers, seven million will be deposited into the account. No, now there are only more than six million left. Lisa, come on, move."

With his hands on the armrests of the chair, Cheng Daiqi stared at the real-time trend chart of BEC on the computer screen, which was a downward curve with a slope of about thirty degrees.

Lisa's nervous exhalation was heard from behind, and suddenly, the curve exploded.

An almost vertical downward line was drawn. After more than 6 million was dumped, various short sellers immediately caught up, and the total market value of BEC dropped by 400 million in an instant.

"Chan, the first rebound point you set was directly hit!"

Lisa reminded tremblingly that she was too excited.

She didn't feel much about the floating profit of 7 million, but when there was more than 6 million in cash in the account, it was a different story.

She even began to regret her attitude just now - being willful would result in losing millions of dollars at a time, and this would confuse everyone.

"do not speak."

Mr. Cheng rested his chin on his right hand, leaned back in his chair and watched the subsequent developments quietly.

"Throw some money in to help?"

Lisa couldn't resist the urge to speak; she felt her mouth dry.

"Just watch."

Sure enough, less than a dozen seconds after Lisa smashed out the terrifying waterfall line, the price curve of BEC became hard as if it had taken an aphrodisiac.

The first 100 million that Mr. Cheng had arranged to spend to draw the line has begun to enter the market.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Don't speculate in the market anymore. BEC is a little harder than I thought. The test results are good."

"Wait, Chan, I still think it's a big loss for you to burn money at such a high position, and there's no need to save those speculators."

Women, you see, just now you were complaining that Mr. Cheng’s methods were not that good, but now you are beginning to feel sorry for his money-wasting operations.

"Half of the goods on this plate belong to me, Lisa. Don't worry, as long as this little money can produce results, it won't be a loss."

“But its current value is four times what it was during the ICO. This growth rate is rare in the cryptocurrency field. Most people’s judgment is similar to ours - it is very inflated. Why not wait until it is 50% off before supporting the market?”

Money can impact people's rationality. Lisa seems to have lost her mind now.

“Is it inflated? Look at its trend, it’s not inflated at all, hahahaha.”

Under the effect of aphrodisiacs, the price curve of BEC was climbing up step by step against the pressure of short sellers, and a huge amount of trading volume was burned out in just one minute.

Cheng Daiqi thought of Liu Cixin's novels.

'When the fire reached 1.3 million knives, the water boiled.'

This is the most common scene in the cryptocurrency market. The market makers are smashing the market and the bulls are pushing it up desperately. At this moment, BEC seems to have an unrivaled momentum. Its strong trend confuses all speculators involved in the speculation.

So, this thing isn’t actually that expensive?
"If we invest this 100 million now, we will lose at least 50 million!"

Obviously, the money was burned for achieving great things, but Lisa's heart was bleeding. If they played like this in the zero-sum market, the money would be given away to the speculators in vain!
“The group of participants in the financial market is very complex. Spending money to burn curves and transaction volume can attract some people to argue for BEC. You might as well think about the fact that I have half of the goods.

Okay, I really have to go. I'm going to smash it with other people in the afternoon. That's when it will be really exciting. Now it's just a small scene."

He acted so nonchalant.

One hundred million dollars has been burned, but this is just the beginning. There will be more investment in the future, but he doesn't care.

Hundreds or even thousands of people went bankrupt because of his market crash, and BEC’s reputation might completely explode, but he didn’t care.

He didn't care even though he had violated morality and even the law and committed real evil.

In a flash, Lisa woke up from her dream and asked loudly.

"Chan, do you really not care about the consequences of your actions?"

This was advice from a friend. Lisa was just overwhelmed by the huge amount of money, but she was a good girl after all.

At this moment, she was just like Zhao Hongjin who had once held back President Cheng, and just like Temir who had once tried to stop President Cheng, and she stopped Cheng Daiqi's increasingly distant footsteps.

Freed from the constraints of interests, from the standpoint of rationality, and from the status of superiors and subordinates in the workplace, Lisa once again questioned Cheng Daqi's heart in the attitude of a friend. Cheng Daqi paused for a moment while putting on his coat, and he sighed in his heart.

Therefore, it is useful to know some good friends. They are like supermen from the Kingdom of Light, helping oneself to fight against those unspeakable cruel chains.

“Lisa, you see, I care about you very much, so I let you run first, hahahaha.”

Lisa understood this deliberate cleverness.

"No, Chan, you know I'm not that eager for this little money, you're just trying to avoid the important issue!"

Cheng Daiqi smiled.

"I actually had many opportunities to turn back, Lisa, but you see, everyone is moving forward, how can I turn back?"

Keep going, keep going without looking back!

Cheng Daiqi is not the warrior who saves the princess, there is no dragon at the end of the road, and even the meaning of the so-called purpose is not important.

The most important rule of this game is that after making a move, the player must win.

Cheng Daiqi is no longer the unknown person who is at the mercy of others. He is a chess player and king who controls his own destiny and the destiny of more people.

Stepping onto this chessboard where he could not retreat, he gained not only power but also infinite pressure. The pressure was omnipresent and had no specific shape, but it made him feel suffocated.

The ambitious and covetous people stared at him, the greedy and cunning hunters stared at him, and the unruly followers stared at him.

As a chess player, even if the opponent on the other side of the chessboard is the sky, Mr. Cheng must respond with the courage to defeat the sky by half a step.

"No, it's different, Chan, you almost have everything, why take risks?"

Lisa was right. In the secular sense, Cheng Daiqi already had enough money to last him several lifetimes.

"Who knows? Maybe I just don't know how to be content."

Cheng Daiqi shrugged and turned away.

Just as he had never been honest with Mi'er, from beginning to end, he did not try to make Lisa understand his true goal.

The blonde girl thought Temir was crazy enough, but compared to Mier, Mr. Cheng was not much worse.
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In the Bahamas, Chen Zihao also felt like he was going crazy.

He put aside his worries and questioned Li Haiping angrily.

“You are amazing, Lao Li. You can ruin my career with just one sentence. I worked hard to build LCE, and I traveled all over East Asia with Lao Jia for BEC’s ICO.

In order to attract enough people to join, I even called over my college classmates. They believed in me and believed that I would not cheat them.

But now you tell me that BEC is going to spend another $500 million, which is totally different from what was said at the beginning!"

Seeing that Old Li was still as calm and composed as ever, Chen Zihao couldn't stop the anger burning in his heart.

He was so angry that his entire face turned purple, but despite this, Chen Zihao still held on to his last bit of sanity.

"You asked me to lead the traders to design a market value management plan. We have done it and just spent a full 100 million dollars!

Now you tell me that you are going to smash it again today, Lao Li. I have reason to suspect that you are faking orders!

I want to see President Cheng, I want to see Sheriff Gru, I want to see Eris!"

An old man like Lao Li has been in America for so many years, and he has seen all kinds of people and encountered all kinds of things.

Before Chen Zihao even took off his pants, Lao Li had already tasted what kind of fart he wanted to let out.

Don’t ask, the only thing I know is that he has a keen sense of smell, and Mr. Cheng is the most loyal dog!

Chen Zihao's current symptoms may seem complicated, but the root cause is actually very simple.

As a mediocre doctor who is unknown in the surrounding area, Lao Li feels that there will be no problem with his diagnosis - Mr. Cheng gave him the confidence.

Chen Zihao's symptoms can be simply understood as.

The wings are stiff.

The head has grown.

Undue thoughts began to grow.

Last time, Cheng Daiqi only dealt with Dessel and did not touch Chen Zihao, which may have given him some unrealistic fantasies.

Old Li smiled and put out his cigarette, but did not talk about the past. Instead, he gave his own treatment plan.

"Peng!"

Chen Zihao staggered and sat down on the ground.

"Your career? Is that your career? Can you make such a big career?"

Old Li didn't stop and continued to hit him on the head.

"Peng!"

"Zihao, was I too gentle to you before?"

Chen Zihao was hit with one kick after another, and he jumped around the room, holding his butt.

He jumped to the left, and Lao Li's followers pushed him to the right.

He jumped to the right, and the people left by Eris pushed him to the left.

"Peng!"

"Okay, I'll give you some time to think. Fortunately, it's not too late and nothing serious has happened."

Forced to do nothing, Chen Zihao jumped towards the door, but Gru's men pushed him back with a smile.

Chen Zihao wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

In ancient times, there was Ma Baoguo's lightning-fast five-whip technique, and now there is Li Haiping's smooth and seamless Lao Deng Shadowless Kick.

Horizontal banner: The medicine cures the disease!
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I was wrong!"

Chen Zihao begged for mercy in English, but Lao Li's eyes became even colder.

Cheng Daiqi asked him to keep an eye on it personally because too much money was involved and Cheng was worried. On the other hand, Lao Li and Chen Zihao could communicate in an encrypted Chinese dialect.

"Zihao, come on, get up."

Li Haiping spoke in Minnan dialect and pulled Chen Zihao up from the ground.

"Brother Li."

He finally remembered to call him Brother Li. Actually, it’s not too late now.

The patient, whose illness had been cured by the medicine, looked at Lao Li tremblingly. He was extremely scared.

"You have to be obedient, understand?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be obedient. I will definitely be obedient in the future, Brother Li, I'm the most obedient."

Old Li actually felt some sympathy for his own kind, and he dragged Chen Zihao into the web of conspiracy. Chen Zihao was powerless to struggle in front of Old Li.

But Lao Li was powerless to struggle in front of Eris and Gru.

"Don't have so many unnecessary thoughts, Zihao. You are already very rich. How much money is enough to spend? The best happiness is for your family to be safe and sound, isn't it?"

Wiping away his tears, Chen Zihao nodded silently.
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"How many brothers do you have now?"

At Dracula Manor, Mr. Cheng was having lunch with Wolfe.

To be precise, Wolfe looked at Cheng Daiqi eating with a gloomy face.

The chairman of the California Elephant Party Committee was actually a little speechless. When Cheng Daiqi suddenly came to visit him at noon, he thought that Cheng had something urgent to discuss with him.

As a result, Cheng Daiqi was only concerned with eating.

But when Cheng Daiqi asked this, Wolfe's expression suddenly changed.

He subconsciously looked around and found that the servants standing beside him were all his confidants, then he spoke to Cheng Daiqi with a little dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Cheng looked at Wolfe, who had a bad expression on his face, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then wiped his mouth with a towel.

"It's not very tasty. I came here to inform you of two things."

"First, you don't have to worry about the people we are responsible for, Wolf. I guess you gave these people to us in the first place just to have a reason to turn against us. You calculated it very well, I admit it."

Wolfe raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but no one could admit such a thing in person.

Cheng Daiqi didn't care and continued talking with a smile.

“Second, I am going to organize the first large-scale sell-off of BEC by several market makers today. It will start at 5:30 pm on time. Don’t run away in advance.

Everyone gets a fair share of the shares. You can sell the BEC coins corresponding to the original shares of $20 million. It's a gift to you, hahaha."

Mr. Cheng came here today with sincerity. The two things he mentioned are both manifestations of goodwill towards Wolfe.

The first thing was a gesture of reconciliation, which could be roughly understood as "everyone forgives each other for the previous calculations" - Cheng and Mi had threatened Wolfe many times before.

The second thing was even more blatant. It was just direct giving of money without any acting.

Are you sincere?

Have attitude, right?
Doesn’t it seem that Mr. Cheng is very anthropomorphic?

But Wolfe's posture was quite relaxed just now. After listening to Daqi's first sentence, he subconsciously sat up straight.

After Cheng Daiqi finished the second paragraph about giving money, even Wolfe's face became serious. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that this behavior can be regarded as a reverse kind of inability to hold back.

Generally difficult to maintain - facial expression changes and makes one want to smile.

The reverse side was difficult to stretch - even Wolfe was frightened and looked nervous.

It's clearly a gift of money. It's also a gift of money, but Sister Lisa, such a rational person, was so excited that her brain went offline, while Wolfe was frightened by Cheng Daiqi and his body stiffened and his face tense.

Mr. Cheng, ah, Mr. Cheng, he was really too cruel in the past. Look at how much psychological pressure this has caused to Wolfe.

A Chinese proverb can accurately describe Wolfe's attitude towards Mr. Cheng at this moment: The weasel calls the chicken Grandpa - the big one is coming!

"Chan, I appreciate your gift."

This trick, which is like pretending to be stupid and not saying a word, is something Cheng Daiqi often uses.

Wolfe wasn't sure what bad things this weasel Mr. Cheng was up to, so he was very alert.

"Okay, I'll go now. Thank you for your hospitality. Let's find an Indian chef next time. Today's food is too bland."

Wolfe couldn't imagine that President Cheng would just get up and leave like that.

Whenever Cheng Daiqi made any request, or said something harsh, even if it was to criticize Wolff, he would accept it calmly and think it was "reasonable".

What now?
The weasel called the chicken "Grandpa" and ran away!
Even if the weasel doesn't think there is a problem, the chicken can't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute, Chan, is there something going on that I don't know about?"

Wolfe's eyes were full of anxiety - Brother, why don't you do something weird, otherwise I'm going to feel uncomfortable with you.

Cheng Daiqi was too human today.

Wolfe is scared!

Anyone who has been a parent knows that if a naughty child becomes well-behaved for no apparent reason, he must have caused some big trouble somewhere that you haven't noticed yet.

"Nothing, Wolfe, nothing happened. Everything went well, even better than I thought."

Picking up the cup and rinsing his mouth, Mr. Cheng smiled and joked.

"Of course, if you want me to spend more time with you, Honey and I are going to Paris tomorrow and then all the way to Greece for vacation. You can come along."

Wolfe stammered back.

"Vacation? Well, have fun then. Um, I mean, I want to go, but the company is very busy and I can't leave lately."

Walking past Wolfe, Cheng Daiqi patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and left.

Looking at the empty seat where Cheng Daiqi had just sat, Wolfe was stunned for more than ten seconds, then quickly ran to the floor-to-ceiling window, hid behind the curtains, and watched Cheng Daiqi get into the car and leave.

Just leave like that?
The weather in Saint-Lo was good today, but the leader of the Dracula family actually felt an inexplicable chill.

Out of a complex combination of considerations based on human psychology, wisdom and experience, Wolf Dracula made a decision that went against his capitalist identity and his ancestors.

It’s just 100 million dollars!
Just feed it to the dog!
In short, you must never take the money given by Cheng Daiqi!

Poor Tianjian, President Cheng came here today just to show goodwill.

(End of this chapter)