Chapter 101: Dragon King – "Leave Me Alone, I Just Want to Curse!"
As the music played, everyone danced joyfully.
After finishing his dance, Lin Beifan let the stunned Angkor go home.
At the same time, Dragon King Zhao Tian also wrapped up his performance.
"Ah, that was satisfying!"
"I'm so happy!"
"Truly exhilarating!"
Lying back on the plush sofa, Zhao Tian took a sip of champagne, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Then, unable to contain his excitement, he ordered, "Ask Angkor—how much did Lin Beifan lose?"
"Yes, Dragon King!" A man in black immediately took out his phone.
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On the other end, Angkor had just returned and was now staring at the message on his phone with a conflicted expression.
Although he didn't fully understand the intricacies of futures trading, he knew one thing for sure: crashing soybean prices by 10% required an astronomical amount of money—billions, at the very least.
That meant that however much Lin Beifan had earned, the Dragon King had lost at least that much!
If the Dragon King found out that Lin Beifan had not only avoided losing money but had actually made a fortune… would he lose his mind?
But, he reasoned, they'd figure it out sooner or later.
Might as well rip the bandage off now.
So, he replied to the message.
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Longya Capital Headquarters
Dragon King Zhao Tian savored another sip of his champagne.
"Has Angkor replied?"
"Yes, Dragon King!" The man in black confirmed.
"How much did Lin Beifan lose?" Zhao Tian asked, eager for the answer.
The man in black hesitated. "Well, about that…"
"Hah! Don't keep me in suspense!" Zhao Tian chuckled, still in a great mood. "You've been working for me too long; you're starting to enjoy teasing me! Alright, let me guess!"
He leaned back, confidently analyzing, "From what we know, Lin Beifan usually invests about 1 billion yuan. With 10x leverage, and with soybeans dropping 10%, he should have lost close to 1 billion, possibly even gotten liquidated!"
"But knowing him, he wouldn't just sit there and take the loss. He would definitely cut his position before things got too bad. So, at most… he probably lost about 800 million, right?"
The man in black hesitated. "Dragon King, you guessed wrong."
Zhao Tian's eyes gleamed. "Oh? Did he lose even more?"
The man in black shook his head. "No, less."
"Less? Hah!" Zhao Tian burst into laughter, adjusting his posture proudly. "So he lost only 900 million? What a pleasant surprise!"
The man in black hesitated again. "Dragon King, still less…"
"Still less?!" Zhao Tian was ecstatic now. "He didn't… lose 1 billion and get liquidated, did he?"
The man in black sighed. "No, Dragon King. He didn't get liquidated."
Zhao Tian took another sip of champagne, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"So he must've played a careful game and cut his losses early. Alright, enough suspense—just tell me!"
Taking a deep breath, the man in black finally reported, "Dragon King, Lin Beifan… didn't lose money. In fact, he made about 1.1 billion!"
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Silence.
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Zhao Tian, mid-sip, choked on his champagne.
"COUGH—COUGH—WHAT?!!"
His hand trembled, spilling champagne all over himself.
The man in black stood there, face covered in alcohol, looking utterly miserable.
Zhao Tian shot up from his seat, eyes wide with disbelief.
"What did you just say?! He didn't lose money?! He actually made 1.1 billion?! Are you messing with me?!"
The man in black simply nodded.
Zhao Tian was losing his mind.
"I spent over 2 billion hammering the market down, pushing soybeans to the limit! He was supposed to be long! How the hell did he make money?!"
The man in black was nearly in tears. "Dragon King, that's exactly what Angkor said…"
Zhao Tian snatched the phone and fired off a message.
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Dragon King: What the hell happened? Did you make a typo?
Angkor: No typo. Lin Beifan made about 1.1 billion.
Dragon King: HOW?!
Angkor: He went short on soybeans, obviously.
Dragon King: He was long before! You told me he was long!
Angkor: He was long. Then I went to the restroom, and when I came back, he had switched to short.
Dragon King: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!!
Angkor: I tried! But Lin Beifan grabbed my hand and wouldn't let me leave! If I couldn't leave, how was I supposed to tell you? Make sense, Dragon King.
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On the other end, Dragon King Zhao Tian stared at his phone, dumbstruck.
He had lost over 2 billion yuan.
Meanwhile, Lin Beifan had not only dodged the trap but also profited by 1.1 billion yuan.
In other words… he had just gifted 1.1 billion to his enemy!
His arch-nemesis!
The pain in his chest was unbearable!
"Aaaaargh—!! My heart! It hurts!!"
The man in black panicked. "Dragon King, are you okay?!"
"Leave me alone! I just want to curse someone right now!" Zhao Tian snarled, furiously typing away.
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Dragon King: Screw you!
Angkor: …
Dragon King: Idiot!
Angkor: …
Dragon King: Son of a—!
Angkor: …
Dragon King: F*** YOU!
Angkor: …
Dragon King: @%$¥#@!!
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Zhao Tian hurled every curse word he could think of.
He cussed Angkor from head to toe, then back up from toe to head.
He even threw in some insults for Angkor's ancestors, all eighteen generations!
On the other end, Angkor's face darkened.
The hell? You're blaming me?
If you hadn't acted so fast, would Lin Beifan have had a chance to take advantage of you?
You think I'm happy about this?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
So, Angkor started cursing back.
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Angkor: Are you out of your damn mind?!
Dragon King: …
Angkor: If you're sick, take your meds! Stop embarrassing yourself!
Dragon King: …
Angkor: Do you even have a brain?!
Dragon King: …
Angkor: Did your mom throw away the wrong one and keep the placenta instead?!
Dragon King: …
Angkor: Crawl back to your pigsty!
Dragon King: …
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Dragon King Zhao Tian was FURIOUS.
How dare this bastard insult me?!
ME?! The Dragon King?!
His head was steaming!
"Everyone! Get on your phones and curse him out!"
Thus, a group battle erupted.
The insults escalated to an all-out flame war.
Angkor, outnumbered, was bombarded with curses.
Finally, in frustration, he just started spamming:
凸(0)凸, 凸(0')凸, 凸(0')凸!!!
With one final rage quit, he blocked their numbers.
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At last… peace.
Both sides, exhausted from the cursing battle, finally calmed down.
They realized something profound:
Cursing was pointless.
If you can't outplay your opponent, then just shut up.
Screaming won't win you money.
It just wastes your breath… and your phone battery.