"It actually dropped! How could this happen?"
This time, Hua Lin was the one who lost his composure. If he had not persuaded Hou Tao to give up, the cloudthunder crystal contracts in Hou Tao's hands would have earned him a fortune in one fell swoop.
Hou Tao had prepared more than 350 million talisman coins to enter the market, fifty million of which was his own capital, while the other three hundred million was borrowed.
Originally, he had wanted to borrow a full five hundred million from the Heavenly Reach Money House, but it refused to acknowledge his connections with the research institute. It handled everything strictly by the book and lent him only three hundred million.
He had started with a few million and steadily increased his bets, driving the price above twenty thousand. His average cost was over sixteen thousand, and the total value had reached 1.2 billion.
By giving up, he had let more than six hundred million talisman coins in earnings slip through his fingers.
"You silly boy. What fate grants you will be yours in the end; what fate denies you, you must not force. Did you really think those six hundred million were lying there for the taking? Those were bloodstained stakes. Whatever you swallow, sooner or later you'll have to spit back out!"
"Weren't you being quite shrewd this morning, telling me to accept my losses and get out in time? Why can't you let it go now?"
Hou Tao suddenly understood. There was an old saying about fretting over gains and losses. In truth, there was no difference between the two: one careless moment, and someone could lead you straight into a ditch.
Now that he had pulled out, he had instead become completely calm, returning to the self-made tycoon who