My mother was critically ill, my girlfriend betrayed me, and I was stepped on by a rich young man. On the verge of death, a fragment of ancestral jade pierced my left eye - I saw the "return on investment" of all things.
In my eyes, a project proposal that could earn 300 million yuan was a piece of waste paper [-500%, crashed in three days]; in the broken pen holder of the street stall, there was a Tianhuang stone worth millions; under the K-line chart of the stock market, I laid out a killing strategy with a hundred times leverage.
From scratch lottery jackpots to shorting enemy groups, from picking up antiques to creating "abyss investment". I stepped on the bones of capital, conquered the ancient martial arts family, cracked ancient ruins, and uprooted the multinational conglomerates.
When the global oligarchs kneel in the rain and beg me for medicine, when the weapons of causality are like toys in my eyes. I looked at the starry sky, and the rate of return value in my left eye finally jumped out of the earth.
I just finished this game of chess. The universe's rate of return, forget it.
