"Could you respect my intelligence too, my little ancestor?" Cheng Shao asked helplessly. He was genuinely worried about Cheng Yu's mental state. How was the medication making him worse the more he took it?
Cheng Yu could not be bothered to battle Cheng Shao anymore. He pushed back his chair and stood up. "Forget it if you won't lend it to me. I can handle it myself."
"Wait!" Cheng Shao reached out and grabbed Cheng Yu's arm, sighing helplessly. "I never said I wouldn't lend it to you. But you have to tell me why you're so certain oil prices will drop to 32 US dollars a barrel on December 19, right?"
Cheng Shao was not afraid of losing money—at most, it was less than two million in New Year's money. So what if Cheng Yu lost all of it? He was only worried that Cheng Yu would use leverage to short-sell and then be unable to close his position. That would carry real legal liability.
"Because I experienced it myself." Cheng Yu could not understand why Cheng Shao refused to believe him. "I've said it several times already. We're in my dream right now. Eleven years have already passed in reality."
Cheng Shao took a deep breath, growing even more helpless. "Do you really think something like that sounds believable?"
After being questioned by Cheng Shao again and again, Cheng Yu lost patience. "Then what do you want me to do? How am I supposed to prove I'm not lying?"
Cheng Shao thought for a moment, then an idea struck him. "If you insist that you have memories of the next decade or so, why not tell me what happened over those eleven years?"
Cheng Yu fell silent at once.
Chapter 34
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