"...Oh, another big fish had taken the bait."
A small Western-style house by Diamond Lake.
Glancing at the fluctuating lines and numbers on the trading terminal, Fang Chang, who was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, curled his lips into a smile.
Just moments ago, someone had injected five million chips into the market.
Though the purchases had been broken into small orders, he could tell at a glance that they had all come from the same person.
To make it easier for these gamblers to play their zero-sum game and reduce the transactional friction of "chips," he had not even set a trading fee.
And the young man he had known for less than a month had truly lived up to his expectations. A full thousand people had already entered the S-coin trading platform.
If his guess was correct, those thousand people included at least half the nobles of the inner city and their relatives. Eighty percent of them had probably bought in without even reading what the electronic contract said.
Driven by the nobles, this easy-to-join game of passing the parcel would soon spread down the hierarchy like a chain reaction—into the lavish Queen of the Night Bar, pulling in some of the dancers onstage, as well as the mercenaries and traveling merchants wandering below it.
These people were definitely Boulder City's high-income group. The chips in their pockets could reach four digits, even five, six, or seven!
As for bank clerks, City Hall sales representatives, and high-end designers at tailor shops... Though these middle-income people did not have enough wealth, with savings maxing out at five digits, their hunger for wealth was the most astonishing.
Unfortunately, there was not much left to squeeze out of Boulder City. Otherwise, the ending would surely have been spectacular.
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