My players are so fierce

Chapter 1376 1374. Look! The Flying Man at the Port

The Misty Sea Trading Company always manages to give the people of Kahovka something new and refreshing.

The previous few months have been full of business miracles, such as claiming to create a hundred millionaires here, making Bernie City a financial mecca in the Old World, and giving benefits to the family bankers of Kahovka from time to time.

In short, Ivankov may not be liked by everyone in the Kahovka area, but everyone knows him.

His name has been mentioned repeatedly in the past few months, and has even become a wonderful "cultural symbol".

Those who like him like him very much, and those who hate him hate him to death.

The two sides formed their own camps and were hostile to each other, and verbal battles broke out from time to time. The most fanatical fans and the craziest black fans would even fight in the dark alleys of the street corners because of a word that slandered Mr. Ivankov.

It was really ridiculous, and more and more players who were paying attention to the situation in Kavkhoka commented that "there is actually a fan circle effect in another world".

However, today, the Misty Sea Trading Company made a terrible mess for all Kavkhoka people.

The news that "the bastard Ivankov ran away with the money" swept through the streets and alleys of Bernie City like a whirlwind. Almost everyone on the street was discussing this matter. From time to time, supporters and opponents could be seen fighting on the streets, but no one cared about their mental state.

Many people were desperately rushing to the port area. Some people wanted to have fun, but more people were holding their "investment income curve calculators" in their hands, and they could see that they were anxious just from their faces.

And the most black humor was that the biggest "Ivankov anti-fan leader" in Bernie City was also sitting in a carriage with a pale face and rushing towards the port.

He didn't want to!

He really hated Ivankov, the old soldier, but he had invested all his wealth in the business of Misty Sea Trading Company. If this terrible news was true, it meant that he and his family would soon be homeless.

This was of course very bad news.

However, there must be good news in any bad news. For example, the black fan leader found a fact that made him "comforted" from the terrifying number of people crying and holding their heads on both sides of the street.

If his family had to live on the street, they would not be alone. There were many other people in this city who would fall into the same desperate situation as him.

Well, it doesn't seem so painful to think about it this way.

However, there are so many people in distress. Shouldn't he send his servants to choose a "feng shui treasure land" on the street for his family in advance?

However, after seeing that the servant driving the car also looked pale, the black fan leader realized that not only was he a victim of "financial fraud", but his servants were probably also deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Alas, what a sin.

They went too late.

The port area is now a truly desolate place. There are people everywhere, and the crowded scene looks like a dark mass. The sheriffs who usually do their best to maintain order here are nowhere to be seen.

Oh, no, those sheriffs are also waving their fists in the angry crowd and shouting at the closed trading company.

They are also victims.

"These people are crazy."

The terrified pedestrians have already predicted from the madness of the crowd that something must happen here, just like a group of crazy beasts locked together, like a boiling oil pan, just a little spark.

Those who are not involved in the business circle of Misty Sea Investment Company are desperately trying to leave this place, but there are also fearless guys watching the show nearby, so that the roofs and balconies around this street are full of people.

Although Ivankov cut the leeks hard with the help of the goddess of wealth, he did not include the people of the whole city in his performance. To be precise, only one tenth of the people in the city participated in this game of getting rich overnight, but this does not mean that the others are calm and perfect.

They are just too timid and do not have the courage to bet that the myth of getting rich overnight will fall on their heads, and such cowardice in turn protects them from falling into the abyss of greed.

They are the "blessed people" of this trial.

This also shows that the emotion of "fear" is definitely one of the important factors for the continuation of life.

"Crazy, really crazy! I seem to see Sir Frys, the commander of the law enforcers, in the crowd. He is also holding a banner of "return the money", my God."

On the roof of a four-story building opposite the Misty Sea Trading Company building, Alyosha, a dishevelled small businessman, was lying there.

He trembled all over as he looked at the increasingly noisy situation below. He was just a small businessman from the countryside who had never fought a war or seen the world, but at this moment he felt as if he was on the battlefield.

The agitated customers in front of him were like a surging enemy army besieging the defense line of the "Misty Sea Trading Company". This scene was like a reef facing the tide, as if it could be overturned at any time.

Although his investment order was stolen before, Alyosha has been paying attention to this matter recently. This is his heart knot, and the mysterious voice that pulled him back from the edge of suicide, everything seems to declare that this matter is not simple.

As the saying goes, there must be repercussions if you never forget. Starting from last night, Alyosha realized that the direction of the wind had changed.

"Bang"

A strange wine bottle was smashed by someone on the closed door of the Misty Sea Trading Company. After the thing was broken, it began to burn. The splashing sparks forced the people around to retreat, but the dancing firelight also seemed to be ignited. With the anger in the hearts of the already angry people in the square, they began to throw more debris at the building in front of them.

The luxurious glass was broken, and from time to time, fragments fell and scratched the unlucky ones. However, the bloody people were still unwilling to leave. Instead, they joined in the uncontrollable commotion under the stimulation of pain.

"Crazy, they're all crazy."

The little businessman hid in the corner on the roof and shivered. He whispered:

"Mr. Ivankov and those people left a few days ago. They burned the place and they can't get their money back."

"Then go talk to them!"

A citizen hiding nearby to watch the excitement held a monocular telescope and said sarcastically:

"Go and persuade them to calm down. See if they will eat you alive. All of these guys' wealth has been invested in the Misty Sea Trading Company's scam. They must get their money back or else haha."

"What are you so proud of?"

The small businessman couldn't help but retorted:

"I saw you in the crowd when the purchase qualifications opened that day. It's just that your wife didn't let you invest your family's money. I also saw the two of you fighting in the street, and the fight was terrible.

I think you should thank your fierce wife, otherwise you would be among these people now. "

"Hey, even if there wasn't that stupid woman, I wouldn't be fooled! 300% profit? This sounds like a lie to fools. Only fools will be fooled."

The citizen curled his lips and ignored Alyosha.

He and the others continued to look at the growing chaos below, while the small businessman felt that he could no longer watch.

He was very flustered.

Especially when he thought about how he almost fell into this scam and lost everything, a wave of fear made his whole body tremble.

But just when he turned around and was about to leave, the little businessman saw a very familiar figure huddled in a corner on the roof not far away. The guy was holding something and mumbling something.

Alyosha dragged his bedding closer and took a closer look. He found that this was the pretty boy who had robbed him of his investment documents before.

How did this guy become like this?

There were injuries all over his body, and there were blood stains on his abdomen that had not yet dried up. His face looked like he had been stepped on by a group of people, and his clothes were covered with footprints and filth. His hair was disheveled and he no longer looked as arrogant as before. .

As Alyosha got closer, he heard Artyom muttering:

"It's obviously still going up! You idiots, why don't you listen? Why don't you watch? We are about to get rich, and we will get rich if we get through it! The brochure says that you must dare to stud when others are afraid. Stud is the key to success

Who is there! "

He seemed to notice someone next to him, and he immediately raised his head warily and hid the investment return calculator he regarded as a treasure in his arms.

It was only then that the little businessman saw clearly that someone had made a terrible wound on the other side of Artyom's face with a knife. It was obvious that the other side came here to vent his anger and wanted to destroy his pretty good skin.

"Is it you?"

Artyom recognized the destitute Alyosha. He recognized the beggar-like guy in front of him as the person he had robbed more than half a month ago. He looked up and down at the small businessman with cloudy eyes and curled his lips and said:

"Is there anything to eat? Give me something, I haven't eaten in several days."

"I"

Alyosha wanted to refuse.

But then I thought about it, if the pretty boy in front of me hadn't forcefully bought and sold my investment documents, I would really be in hell now.

At this moment, he sighed at the wonder of fate, then took out a piece of black bread from his tattered bag, broke it in half and handed it to the pretty boy in front of him. The latter rushed over to grab the bread and stuffed it into his mouth before he could say thank you.

Seeing him gobbling up the food, the businessman knew that this guy was not lying. He must be very hungry.

He was not in a hurry to leave at this time, and simply put his bedding aside, sat on it and watched Artem finish the bread, and then handed him the remaining half.

"Thank you. You're a pretty good guy. It hurt a little when I hit you that day. I'm sorry."

Artyom ate the bread and whispered:

"Didn't I give you money? Although it's not much, it's enough for you to live a decent life. Why do you dress yourself up like a beggar?"

"It's all that damn investment company's fault! They made a lot of people in the city make money, and even the hotel prices have increased."

The small businessman explained:

"I can't bear to spend that wasted money. Besides, I even slept in a stable when I was selling goods in the countryside. Now it's not a big problem to make do in the city. The main thing is that I want to see with my own eyes how this matter will end. .

I was supposed to leave my hometown the day before yesterday.

I'm ashamed to say that the money you gave me was more than what I invested, and by some strange combination of circumstances, I made some money. Now I can hold my head high and act like a decent person when I go back to my hometown, but you

How much did you buy? "

He couldn't help but ask. Artyom stopped eating the bread and nervously glanced at the income curve chart in his hand.

Seeing that the line was still rising, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then he changed to a strangely proud posture and boasted to the small businessman in front of him:

"I invested nearly a thousand gold coins myself, and my brothers collectively invested almost a thousand gold coins, but they are all a bunch of fools. They panic when someone scares them. They had a quarrel with me and then parted ways.

Look!

I have all their investment documents! "

He opened his tattered clothes and showed them to the small businessman. He held a whole stack of investment documents and many discarded yield curve calculators in his arms. The guy whistled and said to the small businessman who looked unbearable:

"Idiots without vision do not deserve to be rich at all! Those guys below are all idiots and they do not deserve to have wealth at all!

But I'm different!

I have knowledge and ambition, and I know that as long as I survive this most ridiculous moment, as long as Mr. Ivankov comes back from vacation, relying on these investment documents, I can rise to the upper class overnight. "

"They won't come back"

The little businessman couldn't help but say something, but Artyom didn't seem to hear him at all.

He just lowered his head and stared at the yield curve calculator in his hand, muttering unintelligible words such as "it has risen again", "it has exceeded 12", "the return rate has exceeded 100 points".

There is no doubt that this guy is crazy.

"Were the injuries on your body caused by being beaten by your brothers?"

Seeing Artem in such misery, the little businessman felt strangely guilty. He whispered:

"Do you need me to help you find a doctor?"

"Doctor? No, no need. These are proofs of honor and wisdom! You know, right? When I stand in Mr. Ivankov's position in the future, I will proudly show everyone the wounds on my body and remove them. Call it 'the price of wealth'!

I have already made plans to use these wounds as stories and hire a few street writers to write an autobiography for me.

Hey, such a true and exciting story is bound to be a hit! "

Artyom boasted eloquently, keeping his eyes fixed on the line, and said casually:

"For the sake of the bread you gave me, Alyosha, you shouldn't leave now!

Listen to my brother, these fools have pledged everything that can be mortgaged. If no one takes over the property, the value of those places will quickly depreciate to an unimaginable level. A mansion that used to cost thousands of gold coins may now cost a few dozen gold coins. Take it.

With the money you have, you should be able to buy two buildings in a less prosperous area.

In this way, the interest rate difference can be more than ten times if you change hands. As long as you have the first pot of gold, everything will go smoothly. "

"Copying the dip?"

The word Alyosha, a small businessman, suddenly came up, which made Artyom stunned for a moment. The latter looked at the small businessman in surprise and said:

"How do you know this professional term? Did you also attend the study meeting organized by the Misty Sea Trading Company? No, I have never seen you before."

"Well, one of my... um, godmothers told me."

The little businessman lied and said:

"She also suggested that I seize the opportunity to buy the dip."

"Yes, but now is not the best opportunity."

The half-crazy Artyom was in high spirits when he talked about investment. He slobbered and said to the small businessman:

“You have to wait for the opportunity, wait a little longer, wait for those high-quality assets to fall to cabbage prices, then buy them at the bottom, buy them at low prices, and then sell them when they appreciate.

Have you been to Booty Cove?

It is the holy land of wealth in Transia.

You should go there once. Last time I followed Mr. Alexei there, I heard that the big boss behind the scenes was doing a business called real estate, which was very profitable. Mr. Alexei said that there is no such thing in Burnie City yet. That environment, but it is indeed an outlet for making wealth.”

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

The small businessman wrote down these words, but soon found that Artyom was silent.

He raised his head and saw Artyom frozen on the spot like a statue, his eyes fixed on the income calculator in his hand, and even the last trace of fire in his eyes was extinguished.

He leaned over and took a look, and found that the curve of the income calculator slid rapidly from the highest point at an alarming rate, like a stone falling off a cliff, full of unstoppable momentum, and the interface of the calculation orb was exactly the same. A line of text composed of pixel light points flutters:

"The free trial period of the minimalist version of the 'Wealth Assistant' software has ended! If you want to continue using it, please go to the World website to renew. The copyright of this software is protected by the Data Goddess, and the pirates will be held fully jointly and severally liable."

"Hehehe"

A few ugly smiles appeared on Artyom's pale face.

He stood up tremblingly and threw away the calculation orb that could no longer be used. He took out the well-protected investment documents in his arms, looked at them, and then threw them into the sky. go out.

The flying papers scattered like falling snow, with "get rich" written on each one, and "quickly rich" printed on each page. But in the eyes of the small businessman, those words came together to form "eat". people".

"Alyosha"

Artyom backed away.

He seemed to have finally woken up from his beautiful dream at this moment, staring at the small businessman with an indescribable despair, and said in a voice that seemed to exhale his last breath:

"Alyosha, I died for you!!!"

"No, no! Even without me. Even without me, you will... stop! Blanch! Stop!!!"

Amid the screams of small merchants and other citizens watching the excitement on the rooftop, and amid the scattered deposit slips that once symbolized wealth, Artyom jumped down from the rooftop in a "human" shape.

He closed his eyes in the air and enjoyed the feeling of falling.

Except for the moment of falling to the ground, everything was exactly the same as the wonderful flying.

With a "bang", everything was over.

The splashing blood did not affect the increasingly noisy square, just like a stone smashed into boiling water, and not many people even paid attention until a few seconds later, when the first floor of the office building of the Misty Sea Trading Company was set on fire, the madness finally reached its climax.

But Alyosha didn't want to watch it anymore.

He staggered with his bedding on his back and pushed away everyone around him, just wanting to escape from this place that made him breathless.

It seemed that everything around him had nothing to do with him anymore, even the increasingly fierce flames behind him and those who were pushed into the fire in the chaos had nothing to do with him anymore.

However, when he escaped from the rooftop, he picked up the computing orb that Artyom had dropped and put it in his arms. The curve on the out-of-service interface that fell from a high point to a valley was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

He must keep this thing, not for anything else, just for commemoration.

This is a lesson!

With a life and a crazy city, he learned the price of greed!