Why else would people say money was king…
Hong Dali sat down on the GM's chair without a word. "Well, tell me about it first. I've been busy lately and have not been paying attention to things here."
See that? That was how cocky an amazing person who had three trillion yuan could be. He had been busy lately and couldn't be bothered no matter how the market plunged…
"Let's put it this way…" GM Ren regarded Hong Dali as his confidant, or rather, he thought of himself as one of Hong Dali's men. "I feel annoyed and my anger has been simmering the past few days. I'm angry and annoyed, not because I lost a lot of money, but because I have completely lost any ability to judge what is happening in the market these few days. I don't even know who my opponent is. It's like you walk down a street and get hit by a pole for no reason. It's one thing to be in pain, but you don't even know who and why they hit you. Don't you think that's depressing?"
