The Pearl River is filled with fog, the scene is twisted and changed, and more than ten years have passed by, and a prosperous city with an extremely modern atmosphere appears in front of Li Ming.

Times Square, also known as the "crossroads of the world", has hundreds of millions of people stop here every year. Its landmark building, Nasdaq, is ranked one of the "four prime locations in the world" and is known as the "world's first screen".

On the night of x-month, x-month, x-month, this famous screen released the advertising information of one of the companies controlled by Mo Jingchun [Chunfa Global] ringing the bell on the Nasdaq.

As his vision narrowed, he did not rush outside to take a photo like the management team. Li Ming, who had already had a little more vicissitudes of face, stood behind Mo Jingchun, and looked at the scene under his feet through the clear and clean glass window.

"The plan will issue 15.3 million shares at US$80 per share, exceeding the previously proposed issuance range (US$68 to US$72 per share). This fund can effectively alleviate our current economic pressure... At the same time, the renovation of urban villages in many places in China is also steadily advancing... p2p financial situation is developing rapidly......" Li Ming said slowly.

After Mo Jingchun resigned from university, he officially entered the business world. After more than ten years of planning, he suddenly created the current glorious business empire.

Li Ming simply estimated that if the assets in Mo Jingchun were cashed in, it would reach an extremely terrible number, enough to reach the top level of Forbes ranking. After the official bell ringing, [Chunfa Global] predicts a significant increase on the basis of obtaining mineral mining rights, which means that Mo Jingchun's personal wealth will double in a jump.

In the office, only the desk lamps on the desk were on, and the light was very dim. The inauguration ceremony of the new president of Lafarquiso, West Africa was playing on the international channel. On the contrary, the window was filled with large screens and the noisy and bustling city.

"Where is Lafarquiso (fictional country) in West Africa?" Mo Jingchun asked without any fluctuation.

"The rights of the original government collapsed. The military coup has been successful in the past two days. At present, the anti-government armed forces have controlled the entire country and have reached preliminary intentions in the allocation of mineral resources and subsequent mining rights. It is initially estimated that we will get a mineral income worth 15 billion US dollars in one period......"

Although I couldn't see what happened in the small country far away in West Africa with my own eyes, Li Ming could imagine what happened there.

"Congratulations on winning the bet." Li Ming handed over a cigar and congratulated him.

The flames rose and smoke lingered. Mo Jingchun took a deep breath and filled the entire lung cavity with a strong smoke that had not been inhaled.

"No, I lost, I lost completely." Mo Jingchun shook his head and said in a sad tone.

"Why did you lose?" Li Ming, who had almost forgotten the conversation, asked in confusion.

At that time, Li Ming didn't know why Mo Jingchun said that he had lost at this moment, but Li Ming, who recalled from the third perspective, knew it.

Three months after this day, a document exposing the coup in Lafargeso was published on Wikipedia, causing uproar around the world. The document pointed out that large enterprises in several countries manipulated coups in Lafargeso for the sake of their interests, bribery, corruption, assassination, genocide, organ trading, illegal drug tests, population auctions and many other inhumane things.

On the day the document was released, Mo Jingchun sat in the office, picked up a World War II revolver from the drawer, stuffed a silver bullet into the chamber, and turned it to the excitation position, ending his life.

The huge waves finally subsided in time. A year later, the footsteps settled. Li Ming, who was alone, relied on a powerful man and became a real white glove by making money.

Without goals and belief, Li Ming was like a wild beast released from a cage. He began to set up all kinds of plans, make tricks, and rob, making more money, trying to use money to retaliate against this extremely dirty world.

At that time, when he met a great man, he cleaned up the customs, wiped out evil, and beat flies and tigers. Not long after, Li Ming's protective umbrella was uprooted, and naturally he was also in the ranks of trial, and he got the long-awaited verdict of the death penalty as he wished.

A bang sounded, and at this moment, Li Ming watched himself being shot from the perspective of God, and the heavy fog surged again, leaving only a recording sent by Mo Jingchun to Li Ming through an encrypted email.

[Xiao Ming, I lost, this is unquestionable, because with my limited knowledge, moral corruption cannot be controlled, which is a very sad thing.

In the last time, I inform you of what I have realized, and I hope you can learn it as a warning and live a good life.

This world is not the result of a fraternal creator, but rather a masterpiece of a demon. My view is that moral corruption is not so much accumulating capital, but rather an unstoppable thing on the historical level, and this is because human greed will inflate.

Because humans cannot control their physiology to evolve in the moral direction.

Maybe you think you can control your own thoughts, but in fact you can only control your hands not reaching into other people's pockets, your feet not stepping into the prison door, and your eyes not attracting people's hearts.

But in fact, you can't control how much enzymes your liver secrete, how much insulin your pancreas secrete, and you can't control your heartbeat, blood pressure, and your subconscious mind.

In other words, as a group, humans simply cannot control their ever-increasing desires.

Therefore, people began to create a terrible world without being willing to divide people into different levels.

For the bourgeoisie, they tried their best to instill this view into the people that the wealth of the capitalists is the wealth of the entire nation. Even the poorest patriots in East London would involuntarily raise their chests when they thought of the wealth and industry of the Great Britain. (Engels' "On the Current Situation of the Working Class in the UK.")

So they naturally had to take action and shout to the lower-level groups, trying to pretend to be the affairs of the whole nation.

For the lower class, most of their desires are to become bourgeoisie.

People at the top can fully enjoy material and spiritual support and have the opportunity to fail. As the level fades, people at the bottom can enjoy higher levels of material and spirituality. This is the revolution...

Xiao Ming, the greatest torture of the devil in hell is not to fry, stir-fry, cook, but to give them hope, so we have a vision for a better life.

But in fact, the progress of society, the evolution of human beings, the development and progress of civilization all come from the people at the bottom who want to have the privileges of senior people.

Everyone hates and hates exploiters, but once they have the opportunity to become exploiters, it will even be even more historically.

I was the same, but I didn't want to do so, so I chose to die.

Time itself is a circle, and people are in this cycle and cannot be broken.

It's impossible to break...

At the end of the recording, Mo Jingchun's ending was extremely sad, extremely sad, so lonely, so pitiful.

It is probably because of yourself, human beings, and the future.

Mo Jingchun, for the rest of his life, he was unable to shock the spring that was constantly circulating day after day.

As for Li Ming?

Li Ming vaguely saw it in the heavy fog.

It seemed that a woman was crying in front of her tomb, and the old Taoist priest recited the sutra of the salvation came to her ears.
Chapter completed!