Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"Oh, the game is over in three minutes! Don't you really want to bet? Bet, the bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!"

Fingel curled up on the station chair, holding his notebook, his fingers bouncing on the keyboard, and his face showed the opposite excitement to speaking online.

At the same time, there were several students from Kassel College who were talking to him on the phone from a distance, staring at the laptop screen with serious expressions, like scientists watching the countdown to a rocket launch.

But they actually look more like the elite members of the campus loan shark gang.

"I must have made a lot of money this time, at least five or six times the profit. I am really a genius!"

Fingel stood up and asked excitedly: "Are you ready to bet? You must place your bets when the market is about to close, otherwise the tell-tale signs will be exposed."

"Understood, ready!"

At Kassel College, a boy adjusted his glasses frame and answered like a rigorous scientist: "Countdown to 31 seconds! I have synchronized to the system time!"

He opened the countdown software on his laptop and gave the answer with the rigor of a scientist.

"Remember, three or four seconds in advance, the handicap has been locked. The last few seconds are the most concentrated time for capital injection, and the network may be a little stuck." Finger, a veteran, reminded.

The bets on both sides were flipping at high speed, with new bets being added every second, and the time to close the deal was getting closer and closer.

Even these old silver coins speculating in the shadows...the old traders can't help but feel their hearts racing like the rookie traders on the stock exchange.

People betting on "No" and "Yes" are now completely polarized. The "No" side has reached as much as 40,000 US dollars, while the "Yes" side only has a few hundred dollars. It seems that they can really use that only 100 US dollars. Use small things to make big things happen.

Of course, this is all based on Fingal's reliable information.

He said that the S-class freshmen could really pass the examination, so his subordinate in the news department took a gamble.

Not because of anything else, just because I trust my boss’s shameless and stingy character enough!

"10! 9! 8!"

The man with the frame licked his dry lips and continued counting in a low voice: "6! 5! 4..."

Snapped!

"Injection!"

Under the astonished gazes of others, Fingel clapped his hands suddenly, waved his big hand like Fang Qiu, and shouted with astonishing momentum: "Seal the deal!"

Several people on the call pressed the "Enter" key at the same time.

"Successful capital injection!" The man with the frame raised his notebook and shouted, "We are the champion..."

"Wait a moment!"

Someone said with a trembling voice, "Fuck! We've been hacked!!"

Within three seconds of the closing, the amount of "No" bets had reached $50,000.

But why did the "Yes" on the other side also jump directly to $50,000? !

"How can it be?"

The man with wide eyes widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "We obviously only invested 10,000 US dollars!"

In other words, someone raised $40,000 in the last three seconds, directly evening the odds?

"Damn it!" Fingel spat out a mouthful of Chinese quintessence, "I'm going to use administrator rights now to check the betting information of 'Yes' and see who intercepted it!"

But when he clicked on the keyboard and looked at the screen, he was suddenly stunned.

Others shared his screen and gasped after seeing the betting IDs.

There are actually not a few people betting on "Yes".

In addition to the initial $100 invested by Fingel, there were several thousand dollars added up by some small retail investors.

These conservative retail investors were not surprised. They probably just wanted to try their hand at turning bicycles into motorcycles.

But the ones with the most bets were those extremely familiar IDs.

"I bet $10,000 that the new students will pass the exam."

The person with the ID name "Dick Tuduo" left a message: "S-class student, plus the title of special teacher, if he intends to compete for the chairmanship of the student union, then I am looking forward to what surprises he will bring to me."

The ID of this account is very familiar to them.

In other words, almost all students in the college are familiar with this ID.

"Caesar Gattuso!" Some people exclaimed but did not feel surprised.

Because this kind of speech really fits his character and personality.

It is said that Caesar Gattuso was trained as an emperor by his family since he was a child, but he chose the latter at Cambridge and Cassel College.

It's not that he's seeking comfort, but that he feels it's more challenging here, suitable for a pervertedly strong person like him.

When he enrolled last year, his first words were "You can challenge me, but I'm ready to laugh at you!"

As it turns out, this was not the arrogant barking of some self-righteous man.

Whether it was swimming, horse racing, fighting, chess, musical instruments, driving skills, etc., all those who did not believe in evil and challenged him were defeated by Caesar without exception.

Moreover, those challengers were still convinced by Caesar after their defeat.

In less than a year, he became the "Emperor" that attracted the most attention. I heard that he was about to become the President of the Student Union.

He will lead the weak student union to compete with the most traditional "Lion Heart Club" of Cassel College until he becomes the "NO·1" of the college.

Proud, but with pride.

Domineering, but convincing enough.

A man like an emperor is like a natural leader, the "Lion King" of the lions.

Even in Kassel Academy, where madmen and geniuses are everywhere, it is difficult to find another "Caesar Gattuso".

But now, the napping "Lion King" opened his eyes and stared at the so-called "S" class freshman, the youngest specially appointed teacher.

The discussion on the post also fell into a brief silence.

But they don't know yet that the members of the press department are even more silent than they are at this moment.

Several people stood blankly in front of the laptop and looked at the screen, which clearly displayed the IDs of the remaining contributors.

——Cambridge Jackknife: Bet $10,000 on “yes”.

——Night Watcher: Bet $2,000 on “yes”.

——Shades of Greenland: Bet $4,000 on “yes”.

——Gerd Rudolf Manstein: Bet $4,000 on “yes.”

Luckily the raiser is anonymous.

Otherwise, any ID here would be more shocking than Caesar.

"Cambridge Folding Knife" is the ID of the principal, "Shadow of Greenland" is the ID of Schneider, the head of the executive department, and "Gerd Rudolf Manstein" is the ID of Professor Manstein himself.

As for the ID "Night Watchman", there is no doubt that he is the administrator of the entire forum, the Vice Principal.

"Forget about the principal, even that old cowboy with no money has spent a lot of money."

Fingel scratched his messy head and said speechlessly: "The chairman of the Discipline Committee also came to place bets. Hasn't he always been opposed to me opening the market?"

And at this point in time, Professor Manstein must still be on the CC1000 train coming here.

"...It's true, don't give any waste material a way to survive."

After a moment of silence, a certain Fen dog looked up at the two figures walking out of the car in the distance, sighed and muttered: "A bunch of old guys are bullying people, is it easy for me to make some extra money?"