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Chapter 1376. Look! The Flying Man at the Port
The Misty Sea Trading Company always manages to provide the people of Kakhovka with something new and refreshing.

The previous few months had been spent on constantly creating various business miracles, such as claiming to create a hundred millionaires here, and to build the city of Bernie into a financial mecca in the Old Continent, and to give benefits to the families of Kafhoka from time to time, and so on.

In short, Ivankov may not be liked by everyone in the Kavkhovaya region, but everyone certainly knows him.

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

People who like him love him very much, and people who hate him hate him to death.

The two sides formed their own camps and were hostile to each other, with verbal battles breaking out from time to time. The most fanatical supporters and the craziest haters would even fight in street corners and alleys over a denigration of Mr. Ivankov.

It's really ridiculous, and more and more players who are paying attention to the situation in Kafhoka are commenting that "there is actually a damn fan circle effect in this other world."

But today, the Misty Sea Trading Company made a terrible mess for all the Kavhoka people.

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

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

What made people feel the most black humor was that the biggest "Ivankov anti-fan leader" in Bernie City was now rushing towards the port in a carriage with a pale face.

He doesn't want to either!
He really hated that old soldier Ivankov, but he had already invested all his assets in the business empire of the Misty Sea Trading Company. If this terrible news was true, it meant that he and his entire family would soon be homeless.

This is of course very bad news.

However, there is always good news in any bad news. For example, the leader of the black fans discovered a fact that made him feel "comforted" from the terrifying number of people crying and holding their heads on both sides of the street.

If you have to live on the streets, you won't be alone. There are many other people in this city who are in the same desperate situation as you.

Hmm, now that I think about it, it doesn't seem so painful anymore.

However, with so many people suffering from this disaster, shouldn't I send my servants to choose a "feng shui treasure land" on the street for my family in advance?

However, after seeing that the servant driving the car also had a pale face, the anti-fan leader realized that not only was he a victim of "financial fraud", but his own servant was probably also deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

Alas, sin.

They were late.

The port area is now a truly deserted place, with people everywhere. The crowded scene looks dark and dense, and the sheriffs who usually do their best to maintain order here are nowhere to be seen.
Oh, no, those sheriffs were also among the angry crowd, waving their fists and yelling at the closed doors of the trading company.

They are also victims.

"These people are crazy."

The terrified passers-by had already predicted from the madness of the crowd that something was bound to happen here, just like a group of crazy beasts locked together, like a boiling oil pan that only needed a spark.
Those who were not involved in the business circle of Misty Sea Investment Company were now desperately trying to leave this place, but there were also some fearless guys watching the show from the sidelines, making the rooftops and balconies around this street full of people.

Although Ivankov made a lot of money with the help of the goddess of wealth, he did not include the entire city's people 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 others are calm and perfect.

They were just too timid and did not have the courage to gamble that the myth of getting rich overnight would fall on their heads, but such cowardice in turn protected them from falling into the abyss of greed.

They are the “blessed ones” of this trial.

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

"It's crazy, really crazy! I think I saw the commander of the peacekeepers, Sir Frys, in the crowd. He was holding a banner that said 'Return the money'. Oh 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 was trembling all over as he watched the increasingly chaotic situation below. He was just a small businessman from the countryside who had never fought in a war or seen the world, but at that moment he felt as if he was on the battlefield.

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

Although his investment slip had been snatched away 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 brink of suicide, everything seems to be declaring that this matter is not simple.

As the saying goes, if you keep thinking about something, it will eventually come true. Since last night, Alyosha realized that the wind had changed.

"boom"

Someone smashed a strange wine bottle against the closed door of the Misty Sea Trading Company. After it broke, it began to burn. The sparks drove back the people around, but the flickering flames seemed to ignite the anger in the hearts of the already angry people in the square, and they began to throw more debris at the building in front of them.

The luxurious glass was broken, and fragments fell from time to time to scratch the unlucky people. However, those who were bleeding were still unwilling to leave. Instead, they joined the uncontrollable noise under the stimulation of pain.

"Crazy, they're all crazy."

The small businessman hid in the corner of the rooftop and shivered. He whispered:
"Mr. Ivankov and those people left a few days ago. They can't get their money back even if they burn this place down."

"Then go and talk to them!"

A citizen who was hiding nearby and watching the excitement was holding a telescope. He said sarcastically:

"Go and persuade them to calm down. Do you think they will eat you alive? These guys have invested all their wealth in the scam of Misty Sea Trading Company. They must get the money back or else hehe."

"What are you so proud of?"

The small businessman could not help but retort:
“I saw you in the crowd when the purchase was open that day, but your wife didn’t allow you to invest the family money. I also saw you two fighting in the street, and it was a terrible fight.

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

"Tsk, even if that stupid woman wasn't there, I wouldn't be fooled! 300% profit? That sounds like a scam, only a fool would be fooled."

The citizen curled his lips and ignored Alyosha.

He and the others continued to watch the growing chaos below, but the small businessman felt that he could not bear to watch any longer.

He was very flustered.

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

But just as he turned around and was about to leave, the small businessman saw a very familiar figure curled up in the corner of the rooftop not far away. The guy was holding something and muttering to himself.

Alyosha dragged his bedding closer and looked carefully, and found that this was the pretty boy who had stolen his investment documents before.

How did this guy become like this?
His body was covered with wounds, with blood still lingering on his abdomen. His face looked as if it had been stepped on by a group of people. His clothes were covered with footprints and filth. His hair was disheveled and he looked dazed and not as impressive as before.

When Alyosha got closer, he heard Artyom muttering:

"It's still rising! You idiots, why don't you listen? Why don't you watch? We are going to get rich, we will get rich if we can hold on! It says in the brochure that you must dare to go all in when others are afraid, going all in is the key to success
Who is there! "

He seemed to be aware of someone beside him, and immediately looked up vigilantly and hid the investment return calculator that he treasured like a treasure in his arms.

It was not until this moment that the young merchant saw clearly that the other side of Artyom's face was cut with a knife, leaving a terrible wound. The other party was obviously coming to vent his anger and wanted to destroy his not-so-bad appearance.

"It's you?"

Artyom recognized the downtrodden Alyosha. He recognized the beggar-like fellow in front of him as the man he had robbed more than half a month ago. He looked up and down at the small merchant with cloudy eyes and said with a frown:
"Is there anything to eat? Give me something. I haven't eaten in days."

"I"

Alyosha wanted to refuse.

But on second thought, if it weren't for this pretty boy in front of him who forced him to buy his investment documents, he would really be in hell now.

At this moment, he lamented the wonder of fate, then he 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 without even having time to say thank you.

Seeing how voraciously he ate, the merchant knew that the guy was not lying and that he must be extremely hungry. He was in no hurry to leave, so he simply put his bedding aside, sat on it, watched Artyom finish the bread, and handed him the remaining half.

"Thanks, you're a nice guy. I'm sorry it hurt a little when I hit you that day."

Artyom ate his bread and whispered:

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

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

The small businessman explained:

“I can’t bear to spend that much money. Besides, when I was selling goods in the countryside, I even slept in a stable. 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 should have left this hometown the day before yesterday.

To be honest, the money you gave me was more than what I invested, and by some chance I made some money. Now I can hold my head up high and be a decent person when I go back to my hometown, but you
How much did you buy?"

He couldn't help asking. Artyom stopped eating the bread and looked at the yield curve chart in his hand nervously.

Seeing that the line was still rising, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then changed into a strange smug attitude, boasting to the small businessman in front of him:

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“I invested nearly a thousand gold coins myself, and my brothers invested nearly a few thousand in total, but they were all a bunch of idiots. They panicked when they were scared, and they had a fight with me and then parted ways.

Look!
Their investment documents are all here with me!"

He opened his tattered clothes to show the small businessman, holding a whole stack of investment documents in his arms, and a lot of discarded yield curve calculators. This guy whistled at the small businessman who looked reluctant:

"Stupid fools don't deserve to be rich! Those guys below are all fools, they don't deserve to have wealth!

But I'm different!
I have knowledge and ambition, and I know that as long as I can get through this most ridiculous moment, as long as I wait for Mr. Ivankov to return from vacation, I can rise to the upper class overnight with these investment documents. "

'They won't come back'

The peddler could not help but say something, but Artyom seemed not to hear it at all.

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

There is no doubt that this guy has gone crazy.

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

The merchant felt strangely guilty when he saw Artyom in such a miserable state. He whispered:
"Do you need me to find a doctor for you?"

"Doctor? No, not necessary. These are proof of honor and wisdom! You know what I mean? When I take Mr. Ivankov's place in the future, I will proudly show everyone the wounds on my body and call them the 'price of wealth'!"
I have made up my mind to use these wounds as stories to hire a few unsuccessful writers to write an autobiography for me.

Hey, such a true and exciting story, it will definitely sell well! "

Artyom boasted eloquently, his eyes fixed on the line, and he added casually:
"For the sake of the bread you gave me, Alyosha, you shouldn't go away now!

Listen to your brother, these idiots have mortgaged everything that can be mortgaged. If no one is willing to take over those places, their value will quickly depreciate to a level you can hardly imagine. A mansion that used to cost thousands of gold coins may now only cost tens of gold coins.

The money you have should be enough to buy two houses in a less prosperous area.

This way, the interest rate difference can be more than ten times. Once you have the first pot of gold, everything will go smoothly. "

“Buy at the bottom?”

The small merchant Alyosha suddenly blurted out this word, which made Artyom stunned for a moment. The latter looked at the small merchant in surprise and said:
"How do you know this professional term? Did you also attend the study session organized by the Misty Sea Trading Company? No, I have never seen you before."

"Uh, one of my. um, godmother told me."

The businessman lied and said:
“She also advised me to seize the opportunity to buy at the bottom.”

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

The half-crazy Artyom was very excited when talking about investment. He said to the small businessman with saliva flying all over his mouth:

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

Have you been to Booty Bay?
It is the holy land of wealth in Transia.

You should go there once. The last time I went there with Master Alexei, I heard that the big boss behind the scenes was doing a business called real estate, which was very profitable. Master Alexei said that Bernie City does not have such an environment yet, but this is indeed a place to make money."

"Go on, I'm listening."

The peddler wrote down these words, but soon noticed that Artyom had stopped talking.

He looked up and saw Artyom standing there like a statue, his eyes fixed on the profit calculator in his hand. Even the last glimmer of light in his eyes was extinguished.

He leaned over to take a look and found that the curve of the income calculator was sliding down from the highest point at an astonishing rate, like a stone falling off a cliff, full of unstoppable momentum. On the interface of the calculation orb, a line of text composed of pixel dots was floating:
"The free trial period of the simplified version of the 'Wealth Assistant' software has ended! If you need to continue using it, please go to the World website to renew. The copyright of this software is protected by the Data Goddess. Those who plagiarize it will be held fully jointly liable."

"Hehehe"

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

He stood up tremblingly and threw away the unusable computing orb in his hand. He took out the well-protected investment documents in his arms, looked at them in front of his eyes, and then threw them into the sky.

The flying papers scattered like falling snow, with "get rich" written on each piece and "get rich quickly" printed on every page, but in the eyes of the small businessman, those words gathered together to form "cannibalism".

"Alyosha"

Artyom backed away.

He seemed to finally wake up from his beautiful dream at this moment. He stared at the small businessman with an indescribable despair and said in a voice that seemed to be about to take its last breath:

"Alyosha, I died for you!!!"

"No, no! Even without me, even without me, you would... Don't! Chao! Don't!!!"

Amid the screams of small merchants and other citizens watching the fun on the roof, and with the savings certificates that once symbolized wealth scattered everywhere, Artyom jumped down from the roof in the shape of a V-shape.

He closed his eyes in the air, enjoying the feeling of falling.

It was all just like a wonderful flight, except for the moment of falling to the ground.

With a "bang", everything was over.

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

But Alyosha no longer wanted to watch.

He stumbled along, carrying his bedding on his back and pushing away everyone around him, just wanting to escape from this place where he had difficulty breathing.

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

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

He had to keep this thing, not for anything else, just as a commemoration.

This is a lesson!
It took a life and a crazy city to teach him the price of greed!

(End of this chapter)