Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

In the 70s, due to the ever-increasing inflation, governments and businesses often had no choice but to agree to wage increases under pressure from worker strikes and social unrest.

But this was like toppling dominoes, further fueling the vicious cycle of inflation.

The rise in oil prices has exacerbated the situation, significantly increasing production costs. In order to maintain profits, companies have passed on these costs to consumers, leading to soaring commodity prices.

At the same time, due to expectations of inflation, consumers tend to buy goods in advance, which further boosts demand and exacerbates inflation.

Some countries are also facing supply shortages, with tight supplies of essential commodities such as food and energy, soaring prices, and inflationary pressures weighing heavily on them.

The economic crisis will not see a real turnaround until August 6, when Paul Volcker takes office as the new chairman of the Federal Reserve.

His first task upon taking office was to establish the credibility of monetary policy and restore stable public expectations regarding inflation.

Henry, as a person from a later era, was very clear about how radical the monetary policy that the other side was about to adopt was!

Next year, in 1980, the federal funds rate will soar to around 20%.

After meticulous calculations by his actuarial team, if everything goes smoothly, Henry will reap a substantial profit of 300% to 350% from the one billion US dollars he pledged to his family in exchange for gold.

"roar!!"

As if applauding Henry's perfect plan, the African warrior inside the iron cage suddenly bulged his muscular back and swung Raphael through the air, slamming him against the cage wall.

As Brazilian boxing champion Rafael fell, he used his amazing flexibility to twist his waist and change direction, his heel striking Akuba's shoulder like a sharp battle axe.

However, Akuba was not to be outdone. His calf muscles suddenly bulged, and with a powerful kick, he kicked Raphael straight in the back of the knee.

With a sharp crack, a bone-cracking sound rang out as Raphael's left leg bent outward at a ninety-degree angle. Yet, his bloodied teeth revealed a ferocious grin as he spun around, unleashing the Brazilian capoeira's signature move, "Crocodile Tail Sweep," his foot leaving a trail of afterimages as he slammed it into Akuba's temple.

The two tumbled and crashed into the iron cage. Raphael's broken leg bone pierced his skin, leaving a shocking scarlet trail on the steel plate.

Akuba's ear was bleeding, which only fueled his ferocity.

He suddenly sprang up in a contorted yoga pose, slamming his palms to the ground, unleashing the Ethiopian royal martial art "Emperor's Armor Removal," his shoulder blades undulating like waves, forcefully breaking free from Raphael's strangulation attack.

Raphael seized the opportunity to bite Akuba's Achilles tendon, while Akuba dug his thumb into an old wound under Raphael's collarbone. The two bodies tore at each other wildly in the pool of blood, emitting beast-like growls.

As the final bell rang for the ten-second countdown, they stood up convulsively, like king cobras struggling after being beheaded.

At this moment, Raphael's right arm hung limply like a gallows, lifeless;

Akuba's left knee buckled outward in a Z-shape, and the shattered meniscus rattled under the skin as he moved.

The bloodshot pupils of the two boxing champions contracted simultaneously, as the deadly nature of the Amazon rainforest and the ferocity of the Sahara sandstorm resonated powerfully at that moment.

Raphael's remaining right leg suddenly trembled at a high frequency, and Capoeira's ultimate technique "Thousand-Faced Buddha" tore through the air, with seven leg shadows transforming into a swarm of anacondas to attack;

Akuba's skull emitted a muffled sound like a sacrificial drum, and the forbidden Zulu technique "Blood Sun Drop" ignited the embers of life. The sound of the headbutt shattering the air caused the champagne glasses in the gamblers' hands to explode one after another.

When the anaconda phantom collided with the burning head, the shockwave exploded into a visible blast of air inside the iron cage.

The sound of two bones cracking rang out like a glacier collapsing. Rafael's tibia pierced through Akuba's third intercostal space, while the African warrior's skull wedged into the Brazilian's carotid artery.

The two bodies froze in mid-air for half a second, and the splattered blood droplets condensed into a blood-red ring under the spotlight. When they finally fell to the ground, they smashed the steel plate, leaving a human-shaped dent.

Akuba's convulsing left hand remained in the starting stance of the Zulu War Dance, while Raphael's severed fingertips traced the final half-circle of the Capoeira in the pool of blood. Both bodies crashed to the ground after this fatal blow.

In an instant, the entire "Blood Cave" fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was so shocked by the tragic ending that they were speechless, as if time itself had stopped flowing because of the mutual destruction of the two boxing champions.

"waste!"

A sharp curse shattered the silence, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Blood droplets slid slowly down the gilded railing, refracting twenty-seven eerie rainbows under the spotlight, as if mocking from hell.

The Wall Street "vultures" couldn't hold back any longer. A well-dressed financial tycoon smashed an entire bottle of Romanée-Conti, worth a fortune, against the iron cage. The dark red wine splashed everywhere, mixed with glass shards, landing on Akubana's still-open eyelids, looking particularly glaring.

The viscountess, completely devoid of her usual elegance, frantically pounded on the fence with her crocodile-skin handbag adorned with pigeon-blood rubies. Tearfuls of her checkbook fell like snowflakes, and her pearl necklace left bloody marks on her bulging neck as she hysterically screamed, "Damn it, give me my money back!"

"You son of a bitch, you Brazilian bastard!"

What happened to the promised crushing victory?

My five million!

This is almost all of our available funds!

"I'm going to skin him alive and use his python skin as foot pads!"

Jerry and Bruce also noticed all of this.

Bruce stared intently at the two corpses in the iron cage, cursing through gritted teeth;

Jerry's brow furrowed instantly, and his smile vanished. "This... just like that, it's all for nothing?"

Although their voices weren't loud in the noisy boxing ring, their concern and anxiety about the five million dollar bet were palpable.

On the other hand, the organizers were also caught off guard.

After all, the audience gathered here today consists of powerful figures who hold sway over the entire Western world.

If the "Blood Cave Charter" determines that a double-death situation is established and all bets are allocated to the Abyss Fund Pool, the organizers simply cannot afford to offend these powerful figures.

After a brief period of panic and discussion, the organizers quickly came up with a contingency plan.

The dealer, wearing a gold-threaded mask, strode onto the platform. His voice, transmitted through a bone conduction device embedded in his cheekbone, resonated throughout the room with a hint of urgency and force: "Distinguished guests, please calm down!"

Given this unprecedented mutual destruction, we will adopt a special ruling method.

The hearts of the two boxing champions will be dug out immediately. The boxer whose heart stops beating first will lose, and the VIPs who bet on the winner will receive the previous odds!

And now you can continue to place bets!

"Oh ho~ This is more interesting!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the already agitated boxing ring.

Those powerful figures who usually wield immense influence in their respective fields are once again driven by a frenzied gambling desire.

A spark of hope rekindled in Jerry and Bruce's eyes.

His left hand unconsciously reached for his breast pocket, where their betting slips were kept: "There's still a chance."

"I firmly believe the Africans can't hold on. I bet they'll lose first. I'm raising the stakes by five million!"

"snort!

You think you can win with just five million?

How naive!

Not to be outdone, the European count beside him slammed his diamond-encrusted cane against the ground, making a sharp, piercing sound, and shouted, "Africans have wilder hearts and stronger vitality. I'll bet another eight million on the Africans to win!"

"Once I win, I'll take his heart back and have the most skilled craftsmen craft it into the finest artifact, making it an eternal symbol of my family's glory!"

His eyes gleamed with madness, and a cruel yet triumphant smile played on his lips.

The entire boxing ring was in complete chaos, with shouts, arguments, and bidding noises all mixed together, creating a frenzied and terrifying symphony.

The two boxing champions' corpses, lying in pools of blood, lay there quietly, like forgotten objects, allowing these powerful figures to arbitrarily determine their final "value."