There was a "bang", accompanied by a sharp pain, and everything disappeared...
While frightened, lines of text appeared in front of Zhu Xianhai's eyes.
[At the age of twenty-two, you came to Buenos Aires with nothing.}
[September 11, 1860 local time.]
[With nothing, you sold the chess set and made a profit of 500 pesos, activating this system. The initial capital is 500 pesos.]
[Now start your next simulation...]
[On the way back to the manor with Marlena, the carriage overturned and you were injured in the head. You died!]
[This simulation time is too short, life simulation failed. No profit.]
…
Cold sweat!
The process was like experiencing it personally, causing cold sweat to break out on Zhu Xianhai's back, and veins twitching on his forehead.
What kind of wicked and smoking golden finger is this?
What kind of joke are you kidding yourself?
What a life simulation!
This is obviously simulating reincarnation!
I'll fuck you uncle!
…
Standing on the roadside, Zhu Xianhai was stunned. The corners of his mouth twitched and he asked.
"Miss Marlena, this is your carriage."
Parked on the side of the road was a two-wheeled light carriage, with the driver sitting behind the carriage.
"Yes, sir."
Is it really her carriage?
Looking at the carriage on the roadside, and then looking at the driver - a middle-aged mixed-race driver in his forties, Zhu Xianhai looked a little strange.
Another coincidence?
In "Memory", Fernando was the last face he saw "before his death", and he still remembers it fresh!
Isn’t it new?
It just "died" for a few seconds.
"Fernando, let's go home first."
Recalling the simulated "tragic experience", Zhu Xianhai looked at the carriage driver with some uncertainty.
The name is right too!
The light two-wheeled carriage was traveling along the stone road in Putrajaya. Although there was a beautiful woman accompanying him and the smell of Malena's perfume lingered in his nose, Zhu Xianhai's palms were sweating.
Now he finally realized what it meant to be "like a lump in the throat, unable to sleep or eat well". Staring at the buildings outside the car, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. He had passed by this place before...
"There is……"
"That's the Buenos Aires Futures Exchange. This time of year is the busiest time of the futures exchange. Spring is the delivery period for sheep wool futures..."
Marlena's words made Zhu Xianhai's breathing become a little rapid.
Futures exchange!
Sheep wool futures!
…
Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but his heart trembled and his eyelids twitched wildly.
Once may be a coincidence, twice may still be a coincidence, but three times?
calm down……
Thinking of what happened an hour later, Zhu Xianhai turned to look at Marlena.
"Um...Ms. Bellucci, I suddenly feel a little hungry. I want to eat something here first."
Marlena looked at him puzzled.
"Sir, my home is not far from here, and it's getting dark soon. You are also my guest."
By the time I got home, it was already dark. Am I such a rude person?
"Ah, thank you, Miss. I happen to be a little interested in futures recently. I want to take advantage of the closing of the futures exchange to join in the fun. After the closing, I will visit Miss Bellucci's house again."
You still owe us 200 pesos!
Of course we are going.
"That……"
After looking at the exchange, Malena thought for a moment and then said.
"Sir, after taking this road out of the city, you will see the sign for Bellucci Manor in about half an hour. Everyone knows its location."
"Okay, miss."
After getting off the carriage, bathing in the autumn sunshine of Buenos Aires and staring at the futures trading market, Zhu Xianhai gradually raised the corners of his mouth...
In fact, car accidents often only happen in an instant. Let alone a delay of one or two minutes, even a missed ten seconds is enough to change everything.
The reason why he got off the bus here was entirely because of this futures exchange.
In fact, what about futures and stocks?
Zhu Xianhai is a complete layman.
However, at this time, he was still completely immersed in the so-called "magical prophecy" of "life simulation".
Although it was just a momentary "simulation", everything was as if he had experienced it personally. Not only did he experience death, but when he died, he also accurately predicted certain future events that were about to happen.
For example, the cause of the car accident was a messenger rider who was in a hurry and caused the car accident.
The reason for his anxiety was the Mapuche attack!
Their attack caused sheep wool futures to skyrocket, and the rider was delivering a message outside the city.
After entering the futures exchange, what comes to mind is the noise, chaotic shouts and people running back and forth, the numbers written on the blackboard, the shouts when futures prices rise and fall, everything is unfamiliar.
Standing in the trading hall, with his very different appearance and dress, Zhu Xianhai once again attracted the attention of many people. This feeling is very bad, as if there are countless pairs of eyes behind you secretly staring at you all the time. God knows what they are harboring.
What a thought, this feeling is so awkward.
"Hello."
At this time, a voice came from beside him. Zhu Xianhai looked up and found a European guy coming next to him.
This man looks like he is in his forties, has a mustache, suits and leather shoes, and has a friendly smile on his face, which makes it easy for people to like him.
Buffett showed eight teeth, which were not white and even had some yellow spots.
"I saw you getting out of Miss Bellucci's car just now. You must be friends."
If you can't talk to friends, you can be regarded as a creditor!
Zhu Xianhai neither denied nor admitted this.
"My name is Buffett Brino. You can call me Buffett."
Buffett!
Looking at this guy in surprise, Zhu Xianhai thought to himself, this name is so lucky!
Not only is it auspicious, but when you walk in and meet Buffett...isn't this a mascot?
Then he stood next to Zhu Xianhai, looked at the stock price and said.
"Are you interested in futures? Me too. After all, not everyone has a farm, and the futures market is another pasture for us..."
Buffett looked familiar.
"I believe that life is like futures trading. You must dare to stud. The reason why life is great is this..."
Dare to Stud!
From the day stocks and futures trading began, countless people have lost their lives!
However, Zhu Xianhai was speechless for a moment.
“Do you know what stud is?”
Zhu Xianhai turned to look at Buffett again, and now he seemed to have become a life mentor.
"For the rich, they don't need to work hard. For example, Miss Bellucci, the manor she owns does not even require any investment. As long as it is run normally, it is enough to ensure that she will live a life of being a millionaire without worries about food and clothing.
, but most people can’t!”
Uh, Malena is actually a...millionaire?
Those long legs are not only long, but also thick. If you hug them, they might be your meal tickets in the future.
"For ordinary people, stud is the only choice to change their destiny, because even if you lose, you have nothing more than nothing, but the poor... themselves have nothing."
Uh...this is the so-called give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle!
The bicycle is gone, and it doesn't matter.
Looking at Buffett, Zhu Xianhai thought for a while and said.
"Well... I think what you said makes sense. If I want to buy futures now, do you have any suggestions?"
Buffett's eyes lit up, as if he had met a close friend.
"The most important futures in this futures exchange is sheep wool. It is already spring. Every spring, it is the time for sheep shearing and the time when sheep are put on the market. There are merchant ships from various countries at the port, waiting to bring sheep
The wool is shipped to Europe, and the whole of Europe is waiting for our wool..."