Chapter 104: “The Financial Street is bankrupt?”

Zu Qian had to stop.

It wasn't because of what Meng Yu'an had said or done he had noticed that something was wrong with his brother.

Zu Qian could be sure that his brother was having a nightmare.

He could tell at a glance.

His body, sunk into the sofa, was trembling, and his hair was also wet, stuck to his cheeks.

“Brother”

Zu Qian stepped over the man on the floor and squatted by the sofa.

His brother didn't wake up.

Even if Zu Qian gently patted his arm, or placed his hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, he wouldn't wake up.

The heat under his hand was surprisingly high.

Zu Qian belatedly realized that his brother seemed to be having a fever.

Meng Yu'an propped himself up from the ground and watched as Zu Qian smoothed out the matted strand of his brother's hair.

He didn't seem to be nervous because his brother was uncomfortable.

On the contrary, he buried his face in the other's palm, as if he could feel the warmth from the high fever.

Zu Qisheng woke up slowly, half-awake and half-dreaming when he opened his eyes.

He was having a fever, but he felt cold.

But he was very used to the cold, so he could focus on his younger brother.

He slapped Zu Qian.

The force was not heavy, but he didn't mention the matter of forcing Zu Qian to make a decision before.

“Take me to the hospital.”

Zu Qisheng used a matter-of-fact tone.

Zu Qian: “Can you be sick for a lifetime?”

Zu Qisheng didn't answer and withdrew his hand.

His stuffy nose made him have to open his mouth slightly to breathe.

His lips were dry and chapped, and he looked even paler.

He had no strength.

The headache was connected to his other nerves, as if there were fine threads tied around his eyeballs, and someone was pulling on the threads to pull them out.

Zu Qisheng closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Zu Qian slowly withdrew his hand and turned to look at Meng Yu'an.

“Lend me money.”

He had no awareness of borrowing money.

After he had injured Yu Yan, he had paid the compensation, and it was the same just now.

Every time he kicked Meng Yu'an, a portion of his account was deducted.

The Financial Street's judgment of harm was both strict and ambiguous.

His brother would also slap him, and he would also strangle his brother's neck with all his might, but it had never been judged as physical harm.

On this point, the Financial Street was damn close to reality.

Reality was also like this, with many rules that Zu Qian didn't understand.

Although many rules were written in books, and the Financial Street, which had to be explored on one's own, was more direct, he was still going in circles in the rules.

It seemed that it was not a fence to frame everyone.

Some people could use it, and some could only be enslaved by it.

Meng Yu'an was in pain all over.

After he stopped being a detective, he hadn't been as strict with himself as before.

It was only after a few moves that he clearly recognized the price of laziness.

That bit of pain was actually nothing.

In the night, what dominated everything was always a huge emotion in his chest, constantly expanding, and not stopping even after pressing on his internal organs, but pushing straight up his throat.

He had to work hard to use his vocal cords.

“You give him to me.”

Zu Qian stared at Meng Yu'an.

After thinking, he gave way.

Meng Yu'an didn't move.

He was a little annoyed, and then he realized that this was actually his own problem.

He was tightly clutching the hem of his brother's clothes, very tight.

His knuckles were white, like a corpse that had frozen to death, cold and hard.

He couldn't let go for a moment.

“It should be a problem with the immune system.”

The system carefully scanned Zu Qisheng’s body and came to a conclusion.

“You’ve been working too hard recently, with both brain-draining calculations and two-timing three people.”

“Big Zu is not a durable person in the first place. The fatigue and pressure of high-intensity work have affected his immune system, which is why he has a fever.”

Chu Zu covered his forehead.

He had just seen that the time was about right and was about to exit the sea of consciousness.

As soon as he switched to Zu Qisheng, he felt unwell all over.

Little Zu could mess around without any consequences, but big Zu would be considered to be overworking if he was a little serious.

Chu Zu was speechless.

“I can only recuperate honestly. As soon as I switch to big Zu, my mind is a mess. I can’t move. I just want to lie down and wait for death.”

Chu Zu sighed, “If the other side wasn’t Guanfu, I would have thought that some unknown specialist had started to trip me up again.”

“It’s just a slightly serious fever. You’ll get better soon if you go to the hospital!”

After comforting him, the system asked, “Did you not get sick much before?”

It felt that Chu Zu seemed to have a misunderstanding about fever.

In the previous missions, the one who was most often in a hospital bed was "Chu Zu" from Neon Crown, but he didn't get sick naturally.

They were all stubborn diseases that could easily kill him on the spot.

“I get sick, otherwise how would I have died?”

Chu Zu said, “After staying up late to write, I had an acute myocardial infarction and died suddenly.”

The little yellow chicken: “...”

The little yellow chicken slammed the table and stood up:

“Exercise! We have to exercise!!!”

Chu Zu just pretended not to hear and used work to numb the little yellow chicken's dangerous and restless thoughts.

Guanfu had done a good job.

Chu Zu wanted him to intervene between the two brothers, but he didn't do that.

His focus was still on Meng Yu'an himself.

The two brothers had their own reasons for becoming like this.

Meng Yu'an, who revolved around the two brothers, would also have his own reasons.

It wasn't just a sense of responsibility, nor was it a simple regret.

People's emotions were very complex.

The most intuitive of all feelings was always the part related to oneself.

The fact that Guanfu could become the ace of "Regretful Character Correction" was indeed a bit of a skill.

He wasn't sure about the other characters, but he would calmly analyze his own character's state and try to make changes for the better.

On this point alone, he had already left the previous specialist eight hundred streets behind.

“I remember he said he wanted to resign…”

Chu Zu sighed for the superior next door.

A pile of oddballs, and the talented one wanted to run.

Who wouldn't cry after hearing this?

“The specialist on the other side…”

The system hesitated for a moment, “He seems to be crying his eyes out in the sea of consciousness.”

Chu Zu: “?”

The little yellow chicken: “The cowlick little chicken has been bombarding me with connection requests. It says it has never seen its host cry like an idiot, and while crying, it was as if it was possessed, saying ‘a dance of three is still too difficult’.”

“The cowlick little yellow chicken seems to be going crazy. It has even drafted a complaint letter, saying that we have launched a cruel and inhuman personal attack on its host.”

Chu Zu: “Then did it complain?”

The little yellow chicken: “Not yet. The complaint has to be approved by the host. Its host is not as good as ours. He hasn’t yet mastered the art of complaining. ‘

It said, “But the cowlick little yellow chicken is really vicious. It directly sent me the recording and made me listen to the meowing and crying for almost twenty minutes.”

“Just tell it this is growth.”

Chu Zu was thinking if there were any cases that could be used, “You see, there are quite a few people who have been made to cry by me. Tang Qi cried and became a righteous and great male protagonist. Lu Lin washed his heart and changed his ways after crying. Nilia cried and forgot it, he cries every day.”

He didn’t remember if Lu Anji had cried or not.

The timeline was too long during Azul’s time.

In the end, his impression was that of a free little pirate, and on the contrary, he couldn’t remember anything else about little Lu besides being harsh and twisted.

“In short, it’s pretty good.”

“Just treat it as making a friend. You go and tell the system on the other side to let its host cry now.”

Chu Zu said, “I’m going to push the plot now. I’m afraid he’ll hold it in now, and then he won’t be able to hold it in, and he’ll cry out of the sea of consciousness and make Meng Yu'an OOC. That would be so embarrassing.”

The little yellow chicken: “...Okay.”

***

Life is putting the things that are difficult to swallow into a meat grinder, making it soft and gentle, and then kneading it into a shape and size that can be put into the mouth, and then sprinkling some chili powder and putting it on the table.

Zu Qian only sent the person to the hospital, and then he plunged into the game again.

This sudden illness had forcibly interrupted all plans, whether it was the handling of the brothers, or the contact with the three major enterprises.

Everything was put on pause.

Zu Qian didn't want to talk to his clear-headed older brother.

If he wanted to apply for arbitration, then so be it.

Let him die in the game center.

He didn't have to distinguish whether it was his brother who didn't want him anymore, or if it was because he had violated the rules and was fined, which had led to his bankruptcy.

To think on the bright side, it was actually his brother who was sick, and had a fever and was being silly, which was why he was making a fuss.

But Meng Yu'an would come to see him every day.

Zu Qisheng only woke up on the second day of his hospitalization.

A broken arm or a broken leg could be restored with one click, but a fever and other such illnesses took more time.

When he woke up, Yu Yan and Meng Yu'an were together.

Yu Yan trusted Meng Yu'an quite a bit.

After all, it was his boss who had given him the phone, and he had really saved his life.

He asked Meng Yu'an: “Did you know the boss before you came to the Financial Street?”

Meng Yu'an said yes.

Yu Yan said again: “You were actually able to persuade little Zu. Amazing!”

Meng Yu'an shook his head.

Yu Yan: “Sigh, it’s my fault too. I should have noticed the boss’s condition. He was staying up late and drinking coffee like water. A senior in my university went to the hospital like this, which scared the counselor.”

Meng Yu'an: “You’re a university student?”

“I’m a recent graduate with ample experience in being a workhorse!”

When Yu Yan mentioned the five words "recent graduate," his face was glowing.

He chuckled.

“Job hunting, civil service exams, and postgraduate studies, all three paths are open!”

Meng Yu'an began to turn the tables and asked him how he had come to the Financial Street.

Yu Yan said it was because of telecommunication fraud.

Meng Yu'an became very stern and asked him if he had reported it to the police and if he had notified his family.

“When you reported it to the police, didn’t the police officer who took your statement remind you? You must tell your family, and it’s best to contact the school as well.”

“There have been cases of university students being scammed before. His counselor and the school had applied for a subsidy. Although the subsidy was not much, it also made up for a part of the loss.”

“But all the losses are nothing compared to yourself. Your act of taking the initiative to come to the Financial Street is very stupid. What’s the difference between that and taking all your savings to buy a plane ticket to go to northern Myanmar after being scammed?”

Meng Yu'an also knew that he was in a hospital ward and kept his voice down.

“Telecommunication fraud is very difficult to investigate. It would take a long time for us and the cyber security and economic investigation departments to form a special task force to get a clue which school you are from? Have the local police and community police regularly held lectures on preventing telecommunication fraud?”

Yu Yan was dumbfounded.

“You are a police… police officer…”

He stammered, feeling a sense of guilt as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

Meng Yu'an: “Do you know what the anti-fraud hotline is?”

Yu Yan: “...1…12377?”

“The anti-fraud hotline is 96110.”

Meng Yu'an said, “12377 is the Cyberspace Administration. It accepts reports of illegal and undesirable information, and you can also report online extortion.”

Yu Yan: “...Oh.”

Yu Yan: “Then… Officer, can I get my money back?”

Meng Yu'an: “I’m not a police officer anymore.”

Yu Yan: “...”

It could be seen that Yu Yan was scared of the police and couldn't even speak properly.

This seemed to be a habit of many people.

When they were young, their parents would often use "if you don't behave, I'll let the police uncle take you away" as a threat.

This directly led to many children having a natural awe of the police and a misunderstanding of the profession of the police.

This misunderstanding would continue into adulthood.

Most people would not have any dealings with the police.

When they really needed help, they would start to be afraid instead.

“You should run to the police when you’re scared, not be scared away by them.”

Zu Qisheng spoke up, “Is that what you mean, Officer Meng? You used to say that a lot.”

He propped himself up.

His body was still weak, but he was not as uncomfortable as before.

Yu Yan immediately put a pillow behind his back.

“Where’s little Zu?”

He asked in a low voice.

Yu Yan trembled reflexively.

“He’s at the game center.”

He said in a low voice, “Boss, are you two fighting?”

“I thought you would use ‘at odds’ to describe it.”

“It’s not that serious, right? This isn’t the first time little Zu has flown into a rage…”

Yu Yan was also a thick-skinned person.

He actually still thought that Zu Qian was just throwing a tantrum.

“He didn’t continue to make a fuss. Why don’t you just let him off the hook?”

Zu Qisheng: “You ask Officer Meng, how many years do you get for intentional injury?”

Meng Yu'an: “...”

Yu Yan: “...”

“This is the Financial Street.”

Yu Yan said, “I think the people here are all quite extreme except for you, boss. It will be fine when we get out.”

The one who was excluded was actually the most extreme, but Zu Qisheng didn't refute.

“If it’s a minor injury of the first or second degree, you get less than three years of fixed-term imprisonment, criminal detention, or public surveillance. If the circumstances are minor or there are mitigating circumstances, the punishment may be reduced.”

Meng Yu'an only spoke at this time, “If it’s a serious injury, you get more than three years and less than ten years of fixed-term imprisonment.”

“If it causes death or particularly serious consequences, you get more than ten years, life imprisonment, or the death penalty.”

Yu Yan was so scared that his face turned pale.

Although he said that the Financial Street was the Financial Street, the words of the police still carried a lot of weight.

“The officials haven’t considered the situation on the Financial Street yet, but the outside doesn’t know all the situation inside, which is why I’m here.”

Meng Yu'an said, “Zu Qisheng, even if I can’t get out, there will be more people coming in one after another. Even a country that has been in operation for a long time will go bankrupt one day. The Financial Street can’t exist forever.”

Zu Qisheng: “I have a headache.”

Meng Yu'an was directly silenced.

Zu Qisheng smiled: “Just kidding.”

He reached out for water.

Yu Yan immediately picked up a cup and handed it to him.

After drinking half a cup of water, Zu Qisheng also recovered.

The NPC in the hospital had taken off his gloves when he was giving him an IV drip.

A pair of thin, white, and clean hands were holding the water cup, his fingers intertwined.

“I’ve always known what’s right and what’s wrong. Studying the rules is as simple as studying a supermarket discount list.”

“But it actually doesn’t matter much. If a person decides not to abide by the rules, then he should consider the price of violating the rules.”

Zu Qisheng didn't wear glasses.

You could see deep into his eyes.

His pupils were like ice, but the color was too bright, which made people feel that it was a cold fire.

“I heard your conversation with little Zu. You want to help him.”

“Officer Meng, I’ve already changed my transaction method three times. First it was the factory, then society, and now it's Financial Street.”

“I’ve always been exchanging expensive things for cheap things. There’s nothing to complain about. Both parties to the transaction have reached an agreement. But now you’ve come to the Financial Street and are asking me to pay the price from reality under the rules of the Financial Street.”

“Do you still think that’s helpful?”

Yu Yan was dumbfounded.

What factory, what transaction, what repayment, what price.

He hadn't even dealt with such abstract things as a liberal arts student!

At most, he could understand one thing.

Now the country was trying to rescue the players who were trapped here, and the boss didn’t seem to be very happy about it?

Was he not very happy, or did he not believe it?

Yu Yan couldn't tell.

It seemed to be about little Zu’s matter.

Little Zu’s behavior was quite bad in the real world, but Yu Yan had never taken it to heart.

He really felt that there was no way.

How old was little Zu when he entered the Financial Street?

No one in the game could help him. He had to do something to protect himself.

Yu Yan had only experienced a "Hostage Score Battle" once, and he had been vomiting for almost a week afterwards.

He hadn't seen anything too bloody, but the rules, which were like a primitive jungle, were too different from the human civilization he knew.

He was very clear that the players in the "Hostage Score Battle" were all fully socialized adults, but the changing scores were also reminding him that compared to people, they were more like wild beasts.

A wild beast is better at surviving in the jungle.

The Financial Street was forcing every player to change.

Meng Yu'an was in deep thought, and he thought seriously for a moment.

He wanted to say that there were no three transaction methods.

In a healthy and normal environment, there was only one set of principles for being a person and for oneself.

But he still used Zu Qisheng’s usual logic to answer.

“It counts as exchanging an injury for a life.”

After a short while, Zu Qisheng smiled: “I remember you used to say, don’t put yourself on the scale too. Or did I remember wrong?”

“Because you wouldn’t listen.”

Meng Yu'an said, “You won’t listen, and I want to help, so you might as well put me on the scale too.”

Zu Qisheng sighed: “You’re also crazy, Brother Meng.”

***

Zu Qisheng was in the hospital for four days and was discharged only because of a mandatory game.

Chu Zu still didn't participate in the game.

After he was on autopilot, he began to prepare for the next thing.

Meng Yu'an didn't know what Zu Qisheng wanted to do.

He subconsciously still felt that Zu Qisheng was a civilized person and would not be as reckless as his younger brother.

And Zu Qisheng’s actions were all very positive.

As for charity, it was about judging actions, not intentions.

If more players worked hard to leave instead of sinking into the financial game, their work would also be much smoother.

The system didn't quite understand: “So big Zu has reconciled with Brother Meng?”

The little yellow chicken changed its tune very quickly, calling him Brother Meng in every sentence.

“Big Zu has no conflict with him, so it’s not a reconciliation. A businessman values using everything to its full potential. You can just treat it as I have an external ‘Master Wang’.”

“What a profit.”

The little yellow chicken said with absolute certainty.

Chu Zu had long since made a deal with the three major enterprises.

Now all that was left was to have them really hand over a large sum of money for Zu Qisheng to operate.

To make the three major enterprises believe in Zu Qisheng’s "loyalty," the actual operation was not difficult.

It was nothing more than to let the three heads see that while Zu Qisheng was helping them to make a profit, he was also heavily damaging the opposing enterprises.

The number of investments by the enterprises was too large, and the capital pool was huge.

Apart from investments with an excessive amount of money, the higher-ups would not care about the other minor squabbles.

Zu Qisheng just needed to make them have countless small losses, and then use the profitable investments to make up for the lost funds.

The profitable investment projects were presented on the desk of the head of the company in a written report.

Along with them were some small loss reports from other enterprises.

This was also exploiting a loophole in trust.

The enterprises would not care if their small losses were artificially manipulated, because their own capital pools were still stable and there were no gaps.

But because they were not sensitive to the capital pools of other enterprises, and they were always thinking about the other party going bankrupt, a little bit of loss would be magnified and treated as a sign that their own enterprise was more competitive.

The face that was presented was that under Zu Qisheng’s manipulation, his own enterprise had had several successful cases, while the opposing enterprises had suffered consecutive defeats.

The advantage is on my side!

The heads of the three major enterprises all thought so.

The system was dumbfounded.

Under a series of arrangements by its own host, not to mention the other two heads who were already easy to talk to, even Shen Yu, who was more difficult to deal with, also treated Zu Qisheng as a brother from another mother.

The trial period passed very quickly, and the amount of funds that Zu Qisheng could arrange was frighteningly large.

If it weren't for the fact that Zu Qisheng had been doing "charity" and had been dispersing the funds, he would have been expelled from the Financial Street a long time ago.

A relationship of trust in business was it that simple?

“So, market supervision and public corporate financial reports are very important. Otherwise, there would be scammers like me.”

Chu Zu said, “But even if the financial reports are made public, it doesn’t matter. Sacrifice one quarter, move all the profitable projects of that quarter to the second quarter, and all the subsequent financial reports will look very good.”

It was still because there was no market supervision.

The regulatory role of the Financial Street seemed very strict, but it only seemed so.

Commercial fraud was not dealt with at all.

Soon, Chu Zu found an opportunity to operate the three investment funds.

First, he had to get the contact information of the game players.

As long as they were players who had borrowed money from Zu Qisheng, they would not refuse his contact.

Then, when the three major enterprises had not yet reacted, he had to have two funds bet against each other and at the same time, stir up public opinion on the internet to encourage more players to participate.

When the capital pool was large enough, he would introduce a third investment and bet it on the sure-win side.

The two huge sums of money would attract more retail players, and the investment pool would expand like a snowball.

Once the game was over, even if one of the enterprises’ investments would be recovered by half by the Financial Street, and even if the odds would be adjusted, it would still have to bear a considerable amount of compensation.

To achieve this result, the requirements were very strict.

First, there had to be two funds that were almost at the standard of leaving as a base.

Secondly, he had to mobilize the investment enthusiasm of most, or rather, all the players on the Financial Street.

Finally, he also needed the game players to win.

Zu Qisheng had already met all the conditions.

The all-in investments of the three major enterprises were in his hands.

He had enough fame.

After his charity, even the new players who had just come to the Financial Street would recognize that face and that name.

And, he could manipulate the results of the game.

All that was left was to begin.

***

It was morning now.

It was not the usual time for popping champagne at halftime.

There were still a considerable number of employees in the game, and they couldn’t feel the corporate culture.

But entrepreneurs didn’t care about such small matters.

They were about to bet their entire net worth on a high-risk investment.

Popping champagne could actually relieve their inner anxiety.

Shen Yu was a relatively calm one.

Shen Yu’s banquet had invited his partner, Zu Qisheng, and the other party had also agreed to come.

So he waved his hand and gave all his employees a day off.

On this day, they didn’t have to keep staring at the crooked curves on the display, and they didn’t have to calculate the jumping changes in the second decimal place.

Shen Yu acted relaxed and generous, and even had the faint air of looking for a successor to the enterprise.

He pretended that this was a celebration ceremony for the succession of the enterprise’s senior management, but it wasn’t.

Shen Yu had followed Zu Qisheng’s suggestion and had invested all the funds that the enterprise used to maintain its operation into the investment center.

The risk would be borne by the entire enterprise.

If he won, he and Zu Qisheng would split the profits, which was enough to leave the Financial Street.

If he lost, then everyone would go bankrupt and die together.

The climate on Financial Street was very random.

Most of the time it was bright, but today the weather was not good.

It was gloomy during the day.

The wind bent the roadside trees, but the huge gold coin at the high place did not move at all.

The increasing and jumping numbers were more stable than a human’s heartbeat.

Zu Qian was made to look like his brother.

They looked the same.

A little bit of combing, a change to a business-style outfit, and a pair of non-prescription gold-rimmed glasses, and a person who was not close to them would not be able to tell the difference.

Zu Qian was very impatient.

He pushed the door open before the car had stopped, and Yu Yan hurriedly followed.

He was instructed by his boss to just let little Zu show his face.

When Zu Qian walked into the banquet hall, Shen Yu was, as he had been at the entrance of the office building, waiting on the side early on.

The people inside didn't know that there was a special "guest" yet.

It was only after Zu Qian showed his face that they all looked dazed.

“I thought you would handle it more neatly.”

Shen Yu’s smile still had a scholarly air that was far from the smell of money.

His eyes were also curved, blocking most of his line of sight.

He had never paid any attention to Yu Yan and was just chatting with Zu Qian.

“It seems that Mr. Zu still feels sorry for his younger brother. I hope he can understand your good intentions and will not cause unnecessary trouble.”

If you used two words to describe Yu Yan’s mood: "numb."

Since that night, his boss hadn’t said a single word to little Zu.

All the negotiations were handled by Yu Yan.

It was rumored on the internet that Zu Qisheng and Zu Qian had had a big fight, and Zu Qisheng had been hospitalized that night.

After that, no one had ever seen Zu Qian outside the game center.

He seemed to have been exiled to the game.

His brother no longer cared about anything he did.

In addition, Zu Qian’s behavior in the game had also been restrained a lot.

He was probably considering that no one would pay his fines.

Of course, Shen Yu also thought so.

Zu Qisheng was still a decent person after all.

To take a step back, the Financial Street did not allow murder outside of the game.

As long as he could solve this hidden danger, Shen Yu didn't care if the solution was gentle or fierce.

Zu Qian still listened to his brother.

His brother had Yu Yan tell him to pretend to be his older brother and to hold back the three major enterprises from paying attention to the investment market.

He didn't ask for a reason and just did as he was told.

Yu Yan thought to himself, at this time, the boss should be in the investment center, right?

Before entering the investment center, the boss had also asked Mr. Meng waited outside to avoid any unnecessary trouble when he came out, mainly referring to the trouble from the three major enterprises.

The boss had arranged everything, including Yu Yan’s job to hold on to little Zu when he couldn’t hold it in.

Yu Yan was in pain, but Yu Yan wouldn't say it.

They had already been to two enterprise banquets before.

They would show their faces and then leave, as if they were rushing to a scene and being a time management master.

Zu Qian was already very impatient, but the last stop was Shen Yu.

Yu Yan was terrified, afraid that little Zu would find it harsh to listen.

He even found it harsh to listen.

Zu Qian didn’t get angry.

He suddenly looked out the window.

The wind seemed to have stopped.

The gloomy weather had turned sunny, and the sun was peeking out.

The sunlight shone on the glass, casting a dazzling color on the banquet carpet.

There was soft music at the banquet, as well as the noisy conversation of the crowd.

And just as Zu Qian turned his head to look outside, someone’s phone rang.

At first, there was only one continuous sound.

After less than a second, there was another.

Three times.

Four times.

Five times.

Everyone used a different ringtone.

There were the default dings of the phone, there were set music, and there were also simple vibrations.

At this moment, the entire banquet hall was occupied by various notices.

The ringtones that sounded at the same time made the hundreds of people stunned, and then they immediately took out their phones.

Yu Yan’s phone was also ringing, but he had no time to pay attention to his phone.

He just took a quick glance.

It seemed that there was a big commotion in both the investment center and the game center at the same time, which directly triggered the push notifications.

Zu Qian had already walked quickly to the window and had pushed it open forcefully.

The sunlight shone on his face.

Under his plain glasses, his pupils, which should have been a warm red, were reflecting a golden color.

Yu Yan chased after him.

It wasn't just him.

The people at the banquet flocked over, and Shen Yu was also among them.

Yu Yan realized the reason for Zu Qian’s abnormal behavior.

His physical fitness was too good, far superior to ordinary people.

His sense of smell, sight, and hearing were all first-class.

Just as a wild animal could always sense an earthquake before humans, Zu Qian had also sensed the commotion outside before anyone else.

It was the sound of the gold coin.

It was the sound of the huge gold coin!

In the banquet hall with only soft music, someone muttered.

“The Financial Street… is bankrupt?”

***

That scene was really amazing.

Some people on the street were running wildly.

More were gathered in a slightly farther place to watch.

They had never seen such a scene before, even on Financial Street.

It was beyond their cognitive range.

Someone was filming, wanting to upload the video online.

In the shaky video, the huge gold coin that had always been hanging high in the sky was still a brilliant gold.

No matter if it was windy or rainy, it always emitted a brilliant light.

A player had once estimated the distance between the gold coin and the ground, but couldn’t figure it out.

The players didn’t know how big or how high it was.

In front of it, the players were just a humble swarm of ants.

But in just a few dozen seconds, the huge gold coin had "collapsed" in the sunlight.

It was like a dam breaking.

Golden things flowed from the bottom of the gold coin.

The sunlight made the flowing things sparkle. It fell like a flood, and the moment it hit the ground, it exploded with a deafening sound, like the continuous wail of a giant beast when it was injured.

The vibration and the huge sound shook the entire Financial Street.

The camera began to shake violently.

It was the players running for their lives.

They had finally seen clearly what the things that had flowed down were.

It was not a big gold coin flowing with small gold coins, a thing full of adventurous romance, it was human limbs coated with a layer of gold!!!

At this moment, many things had an explanation.

The players who had left here had returned to the real world intact.

What about the players who had gone bankrupt?

And what about the players who had died tragically in a life-and-death game?

They were all in the gold coin.

Their wealth was recovered, and their bodies were of course also a part of their property, otherwise why would the exchange pay for their bodies?

The money, assets, the thrill of throwing away a thousand gold, the excitement of winning a big prize with a small bet.

All of it was built on death.

The Financial Street had valued everything and had provided the services needed for survival according to its judgment.

It had then recovered the humans that were raised after the service had ended.

In the high-end large apartment, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zu Qisheng and Meng Yu'an were watching this scene from afar.

“It’s actually simpler than I thought.”

Zu Qisheng said with a faint smile, softly to the horrified Meng Yu'an.

“It’s time to collect the debts, Brother Meng.”

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