Jed was speechless. He tilted his head and reached up to stroke his nose, an act he does subconsciously but suddenly remembered he had a mask on.'Aren't you going to assist this humble user of yours?' he asked cheekily. 'Ping!''Vendetta believes this user will do just fine.'Jed facepalmed. This dang system spoke so innocently that it was almost hilarious."Listen attentively to the rules! The security guards are waiting to throw out anyone that doesn't abide by the rules. So even if you are a Baron, a wealthy mogul or magnate, your identities are only effective outside this place."The faces of the traders changed after hearing M.C's words. But they couldn't refute. After all, it was true. They can only act on their identities outside the conference center."Each trader is going to be given a total of a hundred grand. You only have twenty minutes to purchase as many antiques as you can."The crowd murmured again hearing the short period of time given for the event. But what did the
About a quarter of the traders were reduced after this first eviction round. Other traders witnessed how their competitors were thrown out without mercy and tightened their stance.This was only the first round and so many traders have already been evicted. Jed looked around and happened to make eye contact with the man from earlier. His huge lips curled up in a sneer as he snorted at Jed.Fine! This brat managed to survive this round because it was too easy. Let's see how he'll cope with the difficulty later.Jed chuckled hearing his thoughts. He mused to himself, "Old man, did anyone ever tell you the red mask on your face is ugly? It really makes your obese figure stand out."If only the man was close enough to hear what he said, one could be sure he would probably crush Jed with his obese figure!"Alright... Alright. Attention please," The hall quietened at the voice of the MC. "Moving on to the next round—"He glanced down at the tab on the podium in front of him. "The next comp
"Hmph! Don't touch me. I'll leave myself."As the winner was announced, those that lost were also evicted. Some walked out haughtily while others looked crestfallen.But these didn't matter to other traders remaining. They clapped their hands and smiled in a false show of affection but each of their cunning eyes were darting around.They wanted to know who the trader with the placard 20J was. Jed wasn't so foolish not to sense their malicious intentions so in order not to arouse suspicion, he joined the crowd and clapped along.Whether it was a coincidence or not, he made eye contact with that chubby man from earlier again and the latter didn't look too pleased to see him again.It seems like this brat had more guts than he had estimated!"Old Lord, it seems like w really underestimated your lad. He really has some guts!"The old men that had protested that J.J didn't stand a chance amongst experienced traders were slapped in the face and could only admit their wrong judgment.Lord of
Perhaps because of the unfortunate incident, the break was quickly concluded. As the MC mounted the podium, traders returned looking wary of the others.But after the previous eviction, they had reduced incredibly. "The next event on our list is the risk management contest."The traders didn't mumble like the previous times, instead they waited patiently for the MC to explain. "For this risk management contest, it simply means you have to make a series of stock picks from the given stocks and then you will be presented with simulated "market events" or news updates that may affect your chosen stocks."The traders felt this contest sounded interesting compared to the previous ones.The MC continued, "Then you must decide whether to hold, sell, or buy more based on these events. The winning position will be awarded to the one who manages risk effectively and maintains or increases their portfolio value."The traders regained their confidence. This was like the real stock market. All of
The MC laughed upon seeing the accusing gazes on the faces of the traders below. He didn't put away the microphone so his voice echoed through the speakers in the hall."My my... Pardon my manners. Are these veterans afraid of being cuckolded?"No one answered but their expressions affirmed his question. So he hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry but these are the rules. For safety reasons, we aren't allowed to disclose the grand prize until the contest is concluded."The traders were dissatisfied with the answer and soon began to grumble their complaints."As for the other question, it was my mistake. I should have mentioned that the winner of each contest gets a cash prize of fifty million dollars each while the second and third runner up are compensated with twenty million dollars."The traders were stunned. Such huge prizes given away just like that. Although to some of them, these funds were nothing but to others like small time stock traders that managed to get their way in, it was
Jed frowned. The hand on the bag of chips tightened. When they saw his reluctance, they inched closer frighteningly as if to add him to the collection of their previous victims."Haha! It's over for him now," The couple in the room watching the scene bellowed.Even the higher-ups were worried. "He should have backed out of the contest when he had a chance. How will he fight back now?"Only Lord of Stocks looked unperturbed. He rested his head on one hand and looked at the TV lazily like he was expecting something to happen."Security!" Jed's loud voice halted the traders movement. They paused for a while and then burst into laughter."Oh no, it seems we have scared little brother. Isn't he aware that there are no rules so we can do anything. Even the security can't help him now. Hahaha!"But two security guards appeared. Jed stood and walked to them. They quickly recognized him as they were the ones to receive him at the entrance earlier.But they knew the situation inside and there w
[Ping... Ping...][Host system sends a danger alert!]Vendetta's voice chimed in his head as the hoodlums who seemed to have been waiting for him formed a circle around him.Jed frowned and his hands clutching the money bag held on tightly."Who are you?" His cold voice seemed to penetrate into them. "You have something that belongs to us," One of the hoodlums said. "We are here to take it back and return it to the rightful owner."Jed's lips pursed coldly. Are they talking about the money bag? Is this contest a sham? Why give out a money bag when they would end up retrieving it back through despicable means?He actually suspected the organizers of the NSC."Kiddo, give it back and we won't hurt you.""I won this money bag with my own abilities. Why should I give it to you?"Jed's words confirmed to them that the moneybag was indeed with him. Their eyes gleamed in dark with greed.They inched closer, almost closing up on him. "If you refuse to give us the money bag, don't blame us fo
To Jed's relief, Liana didn't say a word to him even when they got to her family's house. A place that practically looked like a palace and gave an insight of how wealthy Lord of Stocks must be.So Liana's background was this influential? No wonder no one could find out anything about her background back then at Elite High.'Can you afford her?' A weird thought suddenly pricked his mind causing him to be amused.When all the guests headed into the house, he noticed her observing his car as he handed the key over to the valet. She looked like she was taking note of the car's model. When she decided she had had enough and turned to leave, their eyes met.She gave him a knowing look and he smiled nervously. "I borrowed it from a friend," He cooked up a lie while making a mental note to reserve an Uber driver for later.If he were to drive the car back home, she would definitely know it was him.Liana didn't respond like what he said was unnecessary but she didn't look convinced either.