The huge moon hung high above the sky with indescribable giant objects. It stopped at a certain position, neither moving forward nor retreating, but just stopped there.

And under the moon, in the huge temple of credit, CEO Geros is furious.

"Can't we find a damn synthetic man so many people?" He said angrily to a large group of soldiers: "You group of people, keep looking for me, and you will find him back if you dig three feet into the ground!"

He was on fire, and a pale-faced woman hurried from a distance, and he whispered in Geros's ear: "Sir, PLG is broken."

Geros has been dealing with the huge hanging on his forehead these days, and his attention has completely removed from the market. He has not heard clearly what the secretary is saying for a while.

"An Xin, what are you talking about?" he asked.

“The PLG market collapsed.”

An Xinyong said in a crying tone.

Gerus was stunned for a moment, and the blood on his face faded away bit by bit. He finally realized something, his legs weakened and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the soldiers next to him rushed forward and supported Gerus. Gerus' heart thumped. He gritted his teeth and asked, "How could it collapse? How could it collapse? Isn't it okay? Why did it collapse? In theory, can we still last for a year or two?"

"The early rise was too fierce." A senior official said with a blood-faced look: "When the Doomsday Crisis comes, they all want to escape from the earth by spaceship and sell PLG crazyly..."

Before he finished speaking, a large group of people outside rushed into the credit temple. After a closer look, they were all executives of major insurance companies and banks.

Seeing these people come in, Geros' eyes turned black and legs soft, and almost fell over again. The soldier next to him forced his legs to prevent him from falling to the ground. At this moment, Geros even would rather the moon facing XX land on the earth.

Sure enough, as soon as the insurance company and bank people came in, they did nothing and started crying loudly. Each of them was crying, constantly talking to themselves, and no one could hear what they were saying.

A senior official in charge of finance came to Geros and said, "GIA has collapsed, and they can't bear the pressure of PLG's compensation, so they must save the market."

"Damn it, I won't save them if I ask them to sign such an agreement." Geros gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

The subordinates looked at him silently. They had already gone bankrupt in the decline of PLG. At this moment, their brains were in chaos and they didn't know what to say.

Geros barely maintained his sanity, and after venting, he asked with courage.

"What is the compensation ratio for the market rescue."

"One to one thousand."

Geros felt that his breathing was about to stop, and the blue veins on his forehead thrust straight. Can he let it go bankrupt without help? Of course, it is not possible. As an insurance company in the solar system, GIA has countless customers and countless industries behind it. If it is allowed to collapse, what kind of earthquake will it cause.

"How much money do we have to pay if we want to save the market?" he asked.

The finance officer did not answer.

"Hurry up, how much is it?" he asked.

Where else is the financial officer counting?

Geros couldn't help but snatch the digital screen from his hand.

Good guy, the large string of numbers on the screen are comparable to pi, and they can almost be arranged outside the screen.

Seeing that long list of numbers, Geros almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.

In the face of such a huge number, it is meaningless to calculate the number again. It is obviously just two words - priceless.

After a while, Geruos took a few breaths back and said, "Where is Yinjia, where is he?"

"He's..."

The dazzling light beam shone down from the top of the Temple of Credit, attracting everyone's attention. It turned out to be the familiar and unfamiliar silver-white spacecraft. It was rumored that when the Silver Venture Capital went bankrupt, he sold the spacecraft to the Ishi Engine, but now the spacecraft has returned. Not only has it been back, but it also knocked the light to the maximum, for fear that others would not see him.

A huge and loud voice came down from the top.

"Uncle, you have neglected your duties. You have no bricks anymore."

Geros's face turned pale. He summoned people and quickly climbed up the elevator with a meteor, rising up along the walls of the Temple of Credit.

When he came to the top, he saw Yin Jia who had not seen for a long time. He was wearing a ragged dress and sitting on a chair with jewels that he had gotten from somewhere, crossing his legs and looking at him proudly.

"You did a good thing..." Geros

"What good thing did I do?" Yin Jia asked.

"Fuck...control...market..."

Geros squeezed out a few words from his teeth, and behind him, a large number of soldiers rose up. Several senior officials of the Credit Temple ordered the soldiers. The soldiers held the guns tightly on the spot and were ready to shoot at any time.

But Yinjia seemed to be unable to see the guns at all. He stood up happily and came to Gerus with a few buzzing flies. The smell of taking a bath for a long time hit him.

"Uncle, do you know what I like the most?" he asked Geros.

Gerus looked at Yin Jia with a hint of fear in his eyes. Why can this guy be so confident?

Yin Jia opened his arms and declared loudly: "Of course, this kind of words is nonsense. Can I like anything else in the solar system? Of course, credit coins are a must, right?"

A group of soldiers and senior officials of the Credit Temple looked at the man silently, not knowing what he was selling in the gourd.

After shouting a sentence, Yin Jia lowered his voice to the limit next to Gross and said quietly: "But I prefer to call my love for credit coins " "public hobbies", you know, uncle. But in addition to public hobbies, I have a little "private hobbies."

“This private hobby is—”

Yinga put his mouth on Geros' ear, brewing for a long time, and said with a very fast speed as the name of the dish: "Floods, fires, earthquakes, tsunamis, famines, plagues, melting of the Antarctic, geomagnetic reversal, gamma ray burst, supernova explosions, mass extinction of contemporary species, asteroids hit the earth, I am not talking about asteroids as big as fists, I am talking about an asteroid as big as Australia, falling from the sky with rolling smoke. Bang!! Hit on Australia. Wow~ tt tt tt tt tt tt t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t

Yin Jia showed an intoxicated look, "Oh my God, I beg you to send us this quickly. I really love you. If I really send this, I can dance and break my legs."

As he said that, he sighed again: "But even if an asteroid hits the earth, it cannot be compared with this one. Ah!! What is that? Of course it is my favorite - the financial crisis!!"

Gerros shivered.

"This is the only one who can perfectly integrate my two hobbies."

Yin Jia said intoxicatedly: "I'm slung TMD, I really love this thing, shit, watching the stock market whizzing down three thousand feet in a day, watching the human civilization be ruined in the carnival, watching them in horror, watching their property disappear! Watching them walk on the street in horror, holding signs meaninglessly, watching them being laid off by the company holding boxes, watching them sitting on the curbs, crying, watching them accuse this and that one by one, I am so happy that I can't myself, trembling all over, cum in J walking, dancing wildly, fucking!! It's so fucking so cool, so cool!!"

As he said that, Yin Jia kissed Geruos fiercely on the stunned forehead.

Trojan! Trojan! Trojan!!

He kissed him wildly and said fanatically: "Uncle, I really love you. I love you so much. I love you so much. I built the stairs so high, made the stairs so exquisitely, and kept the stairs so beautifully. Is it interesting if I don't break him? Is it interesting? What's the fucking meaning!!"

Looking at Yin Jia's actions, countless soldiers rushed out of the shadow, picked up the pulse gun and pointed it at Yin Jia.

"You lunatic."

Gerros squeezed out five words from his teeth: "Wait for you to die."

Yin Jia looked at the soldiers around him, raised his hand in surprise, exaggeratedly exaggeratedly: "I want to kill me? Do you want to kill me? Uncle, have you forgotten what is the most important thing in the solar system?"

Geros suddenly widened his eyes.

Yin Jia smiled and said, "Come on, kill me, you can kill me today, but as long as you kill me, is the Credit Temple still called the Credit Temple? Just change it to the Violence Temple."

Yin Jia sarcastically said: "In terms of violence, do you have 200 billion synthetic men's violence? Do you have the violence of the military-industrial complex? But now these violence are honestly dormant there, motionless. What are they waiting for? Why don't they directly overthrow us?"

Geros said nothing.

Yinjia sighed: "Hmph, it's too simple. Uncle, it's too simple. Any time there is a group of people in this world that realizes that the individual's self is not the most important. If they can awaken a sense of identity and have a concept of common interests, do you think the Temple of Credit is still necessary?

It is unnecessary, uncle, our group is a group based on human selfish desires. Only when everyone only thinks about their own interests, infinitely amplifies their innate selfish desires, and only by making their minds full of selfish ideas can they forget the country, society, and family, and we can continue to exist.

But you want to kill me, you want to kill me, the ultimate creation of private ownership, what do you want to do?

Where do you want to put your self-awareness?

Where do you want to put human selfishness?

Where do you want to put the word credit?

Do you want people in the solar system to believe that violence is the most important thing?

Do you want the natural person in the solar system to synthesize the richest man in this world to witness with your own eyes that the richest man in the world is actually not even able to beat a bullet?”

Geros opened his mouth, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a waterfall. He stood still, as if he was stupid.

Yin Jia lowered his head and said gloomyly: "Do you want to imitate the ancients and engage in socialism? Do you want to make the concept of the country rekindle?"

"No!!!"

Geros screamed like a mouse trampled on his tail.

"I don't know if you dare."

Yin Jia said coldly: "As long as I am still alive, the contracts in this world will still be valid, the legal principles of this world will still exist, and those factories and companies can continue to operate. At most, the credit currency is renamed debt currency. Everyone nominally works for me to pay off debt debt, and everyone is equal, but the difference is that there are more debts and less debts.

But as soon as I die, the galaxy will immediately fall into the ultimate melee. Because a man with endless and omnipotent credit coins dies. What will happen at that time?"
Chapter completed!