I Play Finance in the World of Immortality

When all the monks are competing for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and are bleeding like rivers for the road to immortality; Levi pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the crumbling world of immortality in front of him. All he saw was two words: bubble. Levi, the former top Wall Street analyst and "Short Seller" who was kicked out for being too sober, traveled through time and became the head of a small sect on the verge of bankruptcy. At the beginning, there was a debt of 100,000 spirit stones, the mountain guarding formation was about to be demolished, the creditors blocked the door, and there was only a pile of unsellable scraps left in the warehouse. In this primitive and cruel Xiuxian capital market without the China Securities Regulatory Commission or antitrust laws, Li Wei smiled. Sobriety is poison on Earth, but here, it is a nuclear weapon used to reduce dimensionality. He doesn't need peerless skills or heaven-defying artifacts. All he needs is leverage, popular support, and pricing power. Thus, an invisible harvest began: We package garbage into dreams, causing countless casual practitioners to flock to it and drain their savings; We sell anxiety and scarcity, making the ancestors of the Holy Land willing to bear hundreds of years of debt; We define values and rules so that the arrogant demon king can become the most diligent wage earner in the capital chain. "Everyone in the world thinks that what you seek by cultivating immortality is longevity and freedom." "But I don't know that what really traps thousands of monks is not the inner demon of calamity, but an invisible balance sheet." In this world full of monsters and monsters, I am the only banker.