Late at night.
By the poolside of the outdoor swimming pool on the third floor, the crystal lamp shone brightly.
Xu Jingxi lay next to the lounge chair, donned in a loose white robe. There were two laptops on the coffee table; one displayed the weekly chart of BTC, displaying a trend as steady as the "Divine Needle of the Sea."
The other showed a real-time meeting from Seattle, a high-level conference with hundreds of attendees, where Frederick occasionally greeted Xu Jingxi, trying to awaken the "Crown Prince" who had his eyes closed.
He didn't respond but merely sucked languidly on a cigarette between his thin lips, tightened the bathrobe around him, shifted his body, and coldly turned away.
Frederick said, "Your moves made even Wall Street envious and jealous."
"The random rises and falls are out of control, gobbling up the bears before the bulls, all it takes is someone daring to leverage, and regardless of going long or short, it can directly cause a burst."
