Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 104 Straw
"A loan of 6000 million yuan requires monthly repayments of 6420 million yuan?!"

"What's the difference between this and washing rice?"

"Stock market guru! If I call you dad, will you dare to answer?"

"Holy crap! XX Media has dropped to 28 yuan!"

"Will it continue to fall? Stock guru, is it a good time to buy more shares now?"

"Someone jumped off a building near me yesterday. I heard it was because they fell for that bastard Ning's trick, going all in on XX Media at the peak..."

Ning Bishu's Weibo and WeChat Moments seem even more vibrant than yesterday. Although XX Media's stock price plummeted, netizens' love for him clearly hasn't diminished at all. It has even garnered him a more dedicated fanbase…

And Kuroko...

"Damn it, how can you blame me for this? Did I break the plate all by myself?"

Ning Bishu really didn't want this kind of bad reputation. Faced with the overwhelming barrage of questions from netizens, he immediately posted on Weibo to shift the blame: "Under normal circumstances, XX Media should have risen to over 50 yuan. But short-sighted financial capital interest groups at home and abroad, along with the blindly driven and unguided small and medium-sized investors in the A-share market, joined forces to ruin the future of this stock."

If I had a choice, I would gladly share the fate of all stock market investors. But as you can see, I also have a lot of debt. I was forced to exit the market. The only thing to blame is the inherent flaws in the market itself.

To express my apologies, I will permanently withdraw from the A-share market. I will use the funds raised from the A-share market to do more meaningful things that will benefit society as a whole. Goodbye, everyone.

However, netizens were still not satisfied with this statement of leaving the entertainment industry.

"You son of a bitch! You think you can just run away after you've done this?!"

"Ning Bishu, come back! You can lose back those two hundred million before you leave!"

"Didn't you say you were destined to lose? You liar! How dare you win!?"

"That vibrant life that jumped from the 28th floor! How are you going to repay it?!"

"Murderer!"

"@You'll definitely lose@Meet at the top of the Empire State Building, stop right there! What happened to the bet? I want to watch you eat shit live!"

Leaving is wrong, staying is wrong too.

An apology is not an option, and leaving the industry is not an option either.

It's not good to be dead, but it's even more infuriating to be alive.

Ning Bishu shook his head as he read it.

These million or so people are so hard to please! Damn it, I was hoping to wait for this storm to pass so I could find another opportunity to fleece them, but now things are complicated. It seems like they don't want to give me another chance...

Ning Bishu looked at his million followers and felt a pang of heartache. "I've lived an upright life. Aside from urging everyone to rush to Leek A to buy leeks these past two days, I haven't done anything else immoral. How did I suddenly become so infamous?"

"Boss, what's wrong?" Zhao Hu turned to look at Ning Bishu, who looked pained, and thought he was having an addictive episode. "If you can't bear to part with Tingting, just let her come back. It's not like we can't afford to support her."

"It has nothing to do with Tingting," Ning Bishuhao explained stubbornly. "It's just that many netizens don't understand me..."

Zhao Hu asked, "Then what should we do? Kill them?"

Ning Bishu thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "We definitely have to do it."

Yesterday, Di Guofeng told him that the 316 people who slandered him had not been dealt with yet. Although Ning Bishu was indifferent to it now, he couldn't just ignore what he said like Guo Chen did.
However, he has more important things to do these next two days...

214, 547, 280...

Ning Bishu silently exited the X-bet cesspool and returned to look at his stock account. After settling the more than 60 million yuan, he now had a little over 200 million yuan in withdrawable funds in his account.

Ning Bishu lowered his head and moved his fingers, first withdrawing the remaining 2 million yuan in small change after the initial 1450 million. The institution processed the transaction quickly, and the money was transferred into his bank card in less than half a minute.

Ning Bishu sat in the back seat of the car, head down, quietly continuing to transfer money.

The first payment was given to Chen Tingting; men can owe you anything, but not payment for prostitution. The second payment was 50,000 yuan to Ning Quan. However, Ning Quan was busy working and his phone was off, so he didn't receive the payment for a long time.

What's rather strange is that Chen Tingting also took quite a while to collect the money.

But Ning Bishu's attention was no longer on her.

He continued to focus on repaying his debts. Patiently, he took photos and signed electronically, and after quite a while, he finally completed the customer upgrade process smoothly, becoming a six-star customer of the bank.

After increasing the daily transfer limit, I transferred a total of 435000 yuan to Lao Gao Abao, a legendary figure in X state.

Upon receiving the money, Ah Bao immediately replied with a voice message, "Kid, I heard you're quite popular online lately? You've made hundreds of millions? Uncle has a small project here. Just invest 2000 million, and you'll get 2200 million back in a year. Are you interested?"

Do you think I'm stupid?
Ning Bishu rolled her eyes and typed back, "Aren't we even now?"

"It's settled! It's settled! I won't print the receipt! The transfer records are all there anyway."

Ah Bao replied with another voice message.

His agreement with Ning Bishu was a gentleman's agreement, without a written contract. Ning Bishu frowned, but wasn't afraid that A Bao would renege on his promise. He simply replied, "We're even now. Just send the deed back to my grandmother."

“Okay, I’ll call her right now,” Ah Bao replied via voice message. “She’s had a tough time, raising all of you. If I were you, I’d buy her a big house when I get back!”

Ning Bishu smiled and simply said, "Alright, that's all for now. Let's have a meal sometime when we have the chance."

He said a polite word and then hung up.

Ning Bishu was even more ruthless towards a gangster like Ah Bao than he was towards Chen Tingting. Given the chance, Ning Bishu would genuinely like to sleep with Chen Tingting a few more times. But with Ah Bao, he probably wouldn't have any contact with him again in his lifetime.

Ah Bao is no longer of any use to him.

"Boss, we've arrived." While Ning Bishu was typing, Zhang Long had already driven the car back to the rental shop. Ning Bishu got out of the car and silently waited for Zhang Long to finish the return procedures. A little while later, the three of them came out of the rental shop, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the train station.

Ning Bishu continued working on his phone throughout the journey.

After paying back Ah Bao's money, the next step was to repay six formal loans to the bank.

He owed a total of 3 million yuan to 6 banks, 500,000 yuan to each. Today is the 32nd day. He borrowed all of them as short-term bridge loans, with an annualized interest rate of only 12%. By processing each loan one by one, including the principal and interest, plus a negligible one-day late payment penalty, he successfully settled all of the 3 million yuan plus a few tens of thousands of yuan in about 40 minutes.

There is still more than 1100 million yuan left in the bank card.

Ning Bishu felt a little dizzy and lightheaded after working with his head down for too long.

Getting out of the car, Ning Bishu let out a slight sigh. Looking at the two full screens of microloan apps on his phone that were still pending processing, he calmly answered another collection call. "Fuck it, I know, I know! Screw you! I need to get on the bus now. Give me twenty minutes, can't you let me sit down first? What kind of manners do you have? What kind of manners do you have?!"

Ning Bishu had a thorough exchange of opinions with the young man who was collecting the debt at the train station.

Around 11 a.m., more than an hour later than planned, I finally boarded the bus to Beijing.

After getting in the car, he immediately made an appointment with Dog Brother.

"Hey Dog Bro, Ning Bishu, wanna grab dinner at 6 pm?"

"Okay, send me your location, I'll see you there."

After a brief conversation, she hung up and immediately called Lü Xueqian again. "Mr. Lü, I'm on the bullet train. I'll arrive in Beijing around 5 PM. I've already contacted Brother Gou; we'll have dinner together tonight. Would you and Attorney Guo come along? It would be best if you could invite Attorney Mu too. We have quite a few things to take care of tonight."

Lu Xueqian replied in a deep voice, "Wasn't our agreement already null and void?" "Who the hell is talking to you about that!" Ning Bishu raised his voice, his attitude extremely hostile, "Wasn't the more than 1000 million on Ah Gou's side guaranteed by you? I'll fucking make you come over and sign it!"

On the other end of the phone, Lü Xueqian's eyelids twitched.

But as the guarantor of Brother Gou's 1000 million yuan, he definitely couldn't avoid it. Even if he didn't want to see Ning Bishu and was afraid to see him, he had no choice but to go and meet him today.

"Understood," Lü Xueqian replied in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, there was a long silence before I called Guo Chen again.

beep……

beep……

beep……

BJ, a studio apartment.

The bright midday sun streamed into the quiet bedroom of the small house through the gaps in the curtains.

In the corner of the bedroom, Guo Chen held his phone, his limbs curled up, his eyes bloodshot.

His haggard and withered appearance made it seem as if he were possessed by something.

Another day passed.

He didn't sleep all night again.

On the stock trading app screen of my phone, the stock price of XX Media not only failed to rebound after a full 25 hours, but also plummeted all the way down, even falling to 27 yuan this morning...

Guo Chen was stiff all over and his eyes were lifeless.

When he saw the call from Lü Xueqian, his mind went blank, and he hesitated to answer.

After a long time, Lü Xueqian finally gave up on the call.

Guo Chen's ears were ringing, and he was so numb that he didn't know where to go.

The loss of 200 million was not fatal for him. It was the psychological gap of losing all his life savings overnight that made him feel like he had fallen into an abyss.

I no longer have the motivation to climb higher.

"Where there's a will, there's a way!" Suddenly, a damn song started playing from the next room.

The more Guo Chen listened, the more he felt the other person was mocking him. His expression slowly turned ferocious. He jumped up and roared through the wall, "Fuck your mother! Come on, you son of a bitch! Show me another one!"

"It's just starting over again~~~" The singing from next door continued for quite a while before stopping.

The moment the singing stopped, Guo Chen heard several people next door talking loudly—

"Who was swearing just now?"

"I don't know. Is it next door?"

"Go and see!"

Guo Chen immediately chickened out, his heart pounding with panic. A moment later, there was indeed a loud knocking on his door.

Hey! Is anyone there?

"Is there anyone in there?"

Bang bang bang!

Facing an enemy force of at least one battalion, Guo Chen remained calm and silent, his eyes even appearing clearer.

After a long while, the muscular men outside stopped knocking when no one answered the door.

Once everyone had left, Guo Chen bared his teeth in hatred and muttered under his breath, "Damn it! All they know is how to fight! They have no manners at all!"

Just then, my phone rang again.

Guo Chen was startled and was about to curse when he realized it was Mu Shanming calling.

He composed himself slightly and hesitantly answered, "Hello..."

"Attorney Guo, Ning Bishu is coming over tonight to have dinner with Gou Xiaofei. We need to settle the money our firm guaranteed for Ning Bishu. Would you like to come along?" Mu Shanming said without any unnecessary words, his tone very businesslike.

But Guo Chen had no time to care about Mu Shanming's attitude.

Upon hearing the name Gou Xiaofei, his expression changed.

Dog Bro is now his creditor!

He's lost so much money in the stock market, he doesn't even know how he's going to pay back the 30 yuan he owes Brother Gou!

"Okay, I understand." Guo Chen didn't dare to say too much to Mu Shanming.

Now that things have come to this, he can't even muster up the feelings he once had for her.

Guo Chenchen was in a daze and put down her phone.

After a while, I saw a red dot pop up on Weibo, then I turned around slightly and casually opened the application.

A fan sent him a private message: "Attorney Guo, can we sue Ning Bishu for manipulating the market? I borrowed money from more than a dozen micro-loan platforms yesterday and lost it all. I don't have any money to add to my position today."

I don't want to live anymore. I want to leave a will accusing Ning Bishu of misleading me into buying stocks. If I die, will I not have to pay back this money? I really can't take it anymore. But even if I die, I won't let Ning Bishu get away with it. Can you help me?

Guo Chen stared blankly for a long time.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in his despairing eyes.

yes……!
You can even get small loans!

What is the current stock price?
26.9...

What about the box office of "Where Are We Going, Daddy? 2"? It's still going up! It's still going up!

Damn it... this is a technical adjustment!
I can still buy at the bottom!

Guo Chen became more energetic.

I quickly opened the app store and typed in the word "borrow money".

His face showed signs of desperation and a last gasp of life.

He completely forgot about the fan who had asked him for "help"...

(End of this chapter)