Chou Ping's expression had grown colder. Lam was an extreme racist, considering people of other races in his worldview as subhuman. Tossing the brick in his hand, Chou Ping quickened his pace.
Deep in the alley, after Lam finished his rant, he raised his fist, ready to strike the black man again. At that moment, a powerful hand clamped down on his wrist like a vice.
Lam turned his head and saw Chou Ping, surprised. He exclaimed, "Damn it, it's you!"
Looking up, Anderson saw Chou Ping and anxiously said, "Chou, why are you here? Hurry, run!"
By now, Lam had regained his senses. Full of contempt, he said, "Haha, run? Since you're here, don't think about leaving so easily!"
"Hey, guys, give me a good beating on this yellow-skinned..."
Before he could finish his words, Chou Ping raised his arm, and a brick smashed hard onto Lam's face.
Ah!
A miserable cry echoed, and Lam, his face covered in blood, struggled to get up. Chou Ping loosened his grip, and Lam staggered back, stumbling and falling flat.
What followed was Chou Ping unilaterally dominating, smashing bricks onto several white men who were howling in pain.
Only when they moaned and begged for mercy did Chou Ping finally stop, dropping the brick and coldly saying, "You garbage, if you ever dare to provoke me again, I'll crush your eggs!"
"Anderson, let's go!"
Anderson was still standing there, seemingly lost in thought. Upon hearing Chou Ping's words, he spat fiercely.
"Chou, what you did..."
Chou Ping patted his shoulder and sighed, "Forget it, you better go back and deal with your face; it's a bit swollen."
Although American society always claimed equality for everyone, the concept of hierarchy persisted. The gap between black and white was significant. Respected blacks existed, but mostly in the realm of top athletes or celebrities. Ordinary blacks like Anderson, with no outstanding qualities, were accustomed to being bullied since childhood. Even if they resisted, they would face more brutal treatment, and justice was often elusive.
In the end, Anderson had developed a cowardly personality, not daring to resist even when bullied. Walking out of the alley with Anderson, still echoing were the various screams from inside.
"Shit! My nose bridge is broken! Hurry, take me to the hospital!"
Hearing Lam's wailing, Chou Ping sneered. He had only broken his nose; his manhood was still intact.
Just as Chou Ping was about to return to the company with Anderson, his phone rang—it was a call from Kailin.
"Anderson, you go back first; I'll take a call."
"Chou, be careful..." Anderson seemed a bit uneasy. The scene just now was too unexpected for him.
Waving his hand dismissively, Chou Ping said, "Go on; by the way, if that idiot bullies you again, remember to tell me!"
"Hey, Kailin, what's up?"
"Chou, I've followed your advice and sold all the stocks. After deducting the principal, we've earned a total of two hundred and sixty thousand dollars!" Kailin's voice was filled with excitement.
Indeed, mastering insider information was the key to making money. Listening to those so-called analysis experts would likely lead to losses. If they were so good at analyzing, they would have made a fortune already.
Chou Ping murmured to himself, "It's true; making money is all about insider information. Kailin, thank you so much."
"Oh, no, no! You shouldn't thank me. These stocks were all your choices, and I had nothing to do with it!"
"How is that unrelated? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought of investing this capital in the stock market. After all, the stock market is risky, and investments need to be cautious," Chou Ping said casually.
After a moment of hesitation on the other end, Kailin spoke hesitantly, "Um, Chou, there's something else I want to tell you."
"Kailin, when we're in such a good mood, why bring up that disgusting guy?" Chou Ping chuckled.
Listening to Chou Ping's words, Jerry, standing next to Kailin, overheard and turned pale.
"Chou, do you remember my boss, Jerry, from yesterday?"
Squinting his eyes, Chou Ping couldn't forget that damn jerk who, in the normal timeline, caused Kailin's death. "Kailin, in this happy moment, why do we need to talk about that guy who makes people sick?"
Standing next to Kailin, Jerry, with a guilty conscience, heard Chou Ping's words and turned as pale as a pig's liver.
"Chou, Jerry needs two hundred thousand to save his life. Can you lend it to him?" Kailin gritted her teeth and said in one breath.
"No lending!" Chou Ping decisively said, silently adding, "Let him die!"
What a joke. Chou Ping had already been generous not to kill him. Lending money to save him? Only if Chou Ping had been kicked in the head by a donkey.
As for why Jerry needed this money, Chou Ping could guess. From Kailin not being able to deceive him into giving money and not being able to resist the temptation of those stocks possibly surging, he probably borrowed money to invest.
Chou Ping had already guessed the situation, but Jerry's nature was even worse. He didn't borrow money; he directly embezzled client funds.
Kailin covered the phone and looked at Jerry, saying, "Sorry, Chou refused your request."
Jerry's eyes turned even redder. He absolutely didn't want to give up this lifesaving straw. He snatched the phone from Kailin.
"Chou, hello, I'm Jerry. First of all, about yesterday, I sincerely apologize to you!"
Chou Ping sneered. This guy was boasting so arrogantly yesterday, saying he had times when he cried. Why did he sound like a grandson today? Who was the one crying?
"If apologies were useful, why do we need judges?" Chou Ping said indifferently.
"Chou! You're a good person; you must help me. I know only you can easily come up with this two hundred thousand. You must save me!"
"Two hundred thousand is just a number for me!"
Jerry frantically nodded on the other end. "Right, right, right! It's just a number for you. Please help me!"
"Oh, I didn't make it clear just now. Two hundred thousand is a astronomical figure for me. I won't lend it to a stranger, especially a stranger I find repulsive!"
"Buddy! Are you so heartless? Do you want to drive me to my death?"
Chou Ping's tone sank. "Things can be messy, but words can't be spoken recklessly. What does my life have to do with yours?"
"Isn't it? Yesterday, it was clearly you who instigated me to put all my assets in. Now you deny it?" At this moment, Jerry, like a spoiled child, was finding all sorts of excuses. He pushed the blame onto others to avoid responsibility.
"Oh, since you're so obedient, if I tell you now to eat shit, will you? You said the profit exceeded
one hundred percent. Of course, I would suggest you do it," Chou Ping said with a smile.
"I don't care. It's your fault. You clearly knew this stock would plummet, and you knew that lunatic would issue that sanction order. You didn't persuade me to give up this stock!" Jerry accused, throwing all the blame on Chou Ping.
Chou Ping was somewhat moved by Jerry's magical logic. Could this guy be a mama's boy, accustomed to a lifetime of smooth sailing, and now, having made a mistake, was finding various excuses, pushing the problem onto others?
"Hehe, fine, let's say it's my fault, but I still won't lend you money, not even a cent!"
"Chou! If you force me to death, even if I go to hell, I won't let you off!"
Chou Ping hung up the phone directly and coldly snorted. "If you want to go to hell, I'll fulfill your wish!"