Worth One Billion

26 million!

Success! This debt can be paid off!

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

However, those computer engineers did not stop there after receiving a cluster of flowers worth 26 million.

They are like a pack of insatiable beasts; having just swallowed a piece of fat meat, they immediately surge towards their prey again with ferocious momentum.

"Hey, hey."

Why haven't they stopped yet?

Narancia was a little confused. "Didn't we only owe 11.7 million?"

"Fool!"

Fugo spat in annoyance:

"That's the price at 50 seconds."

"The interest rate is 10% per second, and if it compounded to that point..."

His tone faltered, and the joy that had just arisen was instantly doused with cold water.

Although he couldn't calculate the exact number for the time being, Fugo could vaguely sense that the amount after compounding would probably be terrifying.

Giorno also realized this.

After creating the first cluster of roses, he didn't stop at all.

He simply took off his shirt, using his entire school uniform as raw material to cultivate roses, and then relentlessly used the Gold Experience to create bouquets:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Mu da mu da mu da mu mu!"

Clusters of beautiful roses bloomed in the Gold Experience hands.

Compared to pandas, which have complex structures, consume excessive resources, and require ample raw materials, these roses are...

"Repayment successful"

"Repayment successful"

Bundle after bundle of 26 million was swallowed up by those computer engineers.

However, they never gave up.

Giorno's entire shirt was used up, and eight clusters of roses worth 26 million were recycled, but it still couldn't fill that enormous gap.

"H-How could this happen?"

Narancia may not be good at math, but she can still see Giorno's helplessness at this moment.

"There are already so many 26 million..."

"Why haven't you paid off the loan yet?!"

"Hehe."

Fabio's detestable, cold laugh rang out again:

"What, do you really think you can pay off your debts with this kind of trick?"

"The reason I explained my abilities to you so clearly just now is because... the situation has reached a point where even knowing the truth won't change anything!"

"With a principal of 100,000, the debt ballooned to 11.7 million in just 50 seconds."

"But you've wasted too much time, up to now."

He glanced down at his watch:

"90 seconds have passed since the loan was taken out."

"And the accumulated debt is now 530 million!"

530 million – this is an incredibly disheartening number.

Of course, at 26 million per cluster of roses, this astronomical figure...

The problem is that while Giorno is desperately trying to increase the number of roses, that enormous number is also increasing at an alarming rate.

91 seconds, 580 million.

92 seconds, 640 million.

Giorno is still trying his best to get Rose to pay off his debts.

He had already used up all his own shirts, so he had to ask Fugo, Bucciarati and others to provide some raw materials.

Because they were all dressed too fashionably, with their tops showing off their chests and waists, they used up a lot of fabric. In just a few seconds, the raw materials for making roses were almost used up.

"How much has been repaid?"

"Giorno asked, panting."

To ensure that the Julia Rose were of authentic quality worth 26 million, he had to carefully adjust the growth and color distribution of the roses when creating them.

This limited the speed at which he could cultivate roses, and the enormous energy he expended in doing so was enough to make one faint.

His rate of "printing money" has slowed down.

But that debt has not been paid off for a long time.

"They returned 30 bunches of Julia Rose, so it should be worth 780 million already!"

Fugo, standing to the side, uttered a startling number, but his expression turned unusually grim after stating this exaggerated amount:

"But... I've been doing calculations."

"Ten seconds have passed. It is now the 100th second since the loan was taken out, and the amount we owe is 1.37 billion."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Fabio's maniacal laughter rang out:

"Now, in just one second, the debt will increase by 137 million."

"And five seconds later, the debt will accumulate to 2.21 billion; five seconds after that, the debt will reach 3.57 billion."

"That's right. That's the terrifying power of compound interest!"

"Even if you were human money printing machines, you couldn't print money as fast as the speed of compound interest!"

"."

Giorno's face was covered in sweat.

He felt like a middle-aged office worker burdened with mortgage and car loan payments while supporting his wife and children. No matter how hard he worked, his salary would be instantly emptied by those debts.

There was no hope in sight, and no end in sight.

In this situation, he cannot even afford to be tired or rest—if he relaxes, the terrible debt will leave him even further behind.

"Give up, there's no hope!"

Fabio's voice gradually deepened:

"You may think you have a chance to pay it back, but in reality, hell opened its doors the moment you started borrowing—"

"Those who borrow money at exorbitant interest rates always face only one path: death!"

A strong killing intent surged in his eyes, along with an indescribable anger.

Because every time Fabio committed murder, he couldn't help but think of his incompetent father:

If it weren't for his father's gambling debts that led to the family's downfall, he would be enjoying life as a big company owner now, instead of being busy and struggling as a member of the mafia.

In fact, if he hadn't sought asylum from the Passion Organization by "selling himself," he probably would have lost even this last ancestral home and territory to that greedy loan shark gang.

Because of environmental regulations, the development and use of this large territory were restricted, and he actually did not inherit much of value from that scoundrel of a father.

The ups and downs of his background, the pressures of his life in the underworld, and the hardships of his technical work.

This caused Fabio to age prematurely, looking like an old man before he was even forty.

He went from being a rich young master who smoked cigars, drove luxury cars, and attended prestigious universities to an old man in a plaid shirt who could only sit in front of a computer and type on a keyboard.

It's no exaggeration to say that his life was completely ruined by loan sharks.

Fabio's awakened alter ego is destined to inflict this pain on others, subjecting those borrowers as foolish as his father to the cruelest revenge:

"Die!"

"You scum of the earth always covet things that don't belong to you."

"There will be a price to pay, and that price is your flesh and blood!"

Amid his hysterical roar, the computer engineers began to march again.

As time went on, these computer beings became much stronger and faster out of thin air; and their numbers gradually split from three to five.

Faced with this increasingly powerful and invincible opponent, if the battle were to actually unfold head-on, Li Qing and the others would only face certain death.

"What to do."

Everyone was somewhat at a loss:

"Giorno's rate of creating famous flowers can no longer keep up with the rate of increase in debt."

"And the debt is growing at an ever-accelerating rate; there's simply no way it can be paid off!"

Giorno was still trying to make the bouquet. But it was clear that no matter how hard he tried, it was no use.

"Is there any other way to get something that can be exchanged for money?"

Faced with the ever-growing and increasingly desperate amount of debt, everyone is desperately trying to figure out the problem.

But besides the Gold Experience, who else can casually produce something worth tens of millions?

"I have!"

In his panic, Fugo began to speak recklessly:

"My family is a wealthy family in Naples, and my dad's net worth is definitely over a billion."

"You should take him in!!"

The unknown old man who had a terrible relationship with Fugo was inexplicably sold out by his own son.

But the computer users ignored him.

"Shut up!"

Fabio said dismissively.

Fugo's family background gave him a sense of unease that was easily triggered by the surroundings.

"You're just an abandoned child who was kicked out of the house. How dare you use the family's money to pay off your debts?"

"Kindness?"

Upon hearing this, Bucciarati suddenly had some thoughts:

They were kicked out of their home, which is why they weren't entitled to use the family's money to pay off their debts.

From what Fabio is saying, it seems that the property can be used to repay the debt without bringing the item to the scene?

"Etc!"

"I have money here too—"

Without hesitation, Bucciarati seized the opportunity and said:

"I want the intelligence back, intelligence worth 40 million!" (Originally 10 billion lira, converted to RMB here)

"Mr. Polpo hid a huge sum of 40 million before his death, and only I know where he hid it: it was hidden in the wall of the men's restroom in a public toilet on the coast of Capri Island!"

The computer users were slightly taken aback.

Then, in the next instant, they responded blankly:

"Treasure information, recyclable."

"The loan, valued at 40 million, has been successfully repaid."

"Oh?"

Fabio was slightly taken aback, then burst out laughing:

"You were hiding this kind of information? What a pity."

"If I had taken it out earlier, I could have paid off the debt in one go."

"This"

Bucciarati's expression was rather unpleasant.

He had never imagined that this information could be exchanged for money, but now he had stumbled upon it by accident, and it was already too late.

40 million is just a drop in the ocean compared to the terrifying debt that grows by 100 to 200 million in a second.

The debt has now accumulated to more than 2 billion, and no matter how much Bucciarati thinks, he cannot possibly produce intelligence worth billions to pay off the debt.

Moreover, there is no upper limit to that debt.

The current funding gap is only a few billion, but in a few seconds or tens of seconds, that number will become several billion or even tens of billions.

No one can outrun such terrifying compound interest; this debt is probably only something that the super-rich can afford to pay off.

But Li Qing stepped forward with a look of surprise:

"Huh? Intelligence can be used to pay off debts?"

"It seems that as long as the information can bring people corresponding benefits, it should be able to be used to pay off the debt."

As he spoke, a deep sense of astonishment appeared on Bucciarati's usually calm expression:

"What, do you have intelligence worth billions on you?"

"Hmm," Li Qing's expression was somewhat strange, "I'd say that's barely acceptable."

"Let me try."

He paused for a moment, then tentatively called out to the computer-controlled people:

"I have information to sell, listen carefully—"

"Take that 40 million from Polpo and speculate on real estate in first-tier cities of the Dragon Country!"

"."

The computer's movements froze for a moment, as if it had suddenly crashed.

"Let's go to West Lake to have tea with Mr. Ma and invest in Alibaba!"

"."

"In late 1999, when Pony Ma was selling his company, he bought OICQ!"

"."

"Valuable intelligence. Can be recovered."

Those strong, capable, and highly efficient computer robots were actually brought to a standstill by just a few words from Li Qing:

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