"Bang!"
The heavy wooden door was slammed shut, and Sophia leaned against it, her chest heaving violently. The scene by the river replayed in her mind - the silhouettes of Michael and Vivian Song standing side by side, and his indifferent words "What does it have to do with me?"
She paced around the room irritably, grabbed the tissue box and tore it madly: "Asshole... Michael is an ungrateful wolf!" The tissue crumbs fell to the ground, she stared at the lights of Manhattan outside the window, gritting her teeth: "Still long Goose Dollar? Sebastian said it will plummet! Wait until you lose money and go bankrupt!"
In the living room, Mark was lying on the sofa typing, his face flushed with excitement. Although Elena was dissatisfied with her daughter's attitude just now, she was greedy when she thought of Sebastian Bo's analysis: "How is it? How is the money?"
Mark proudly showed his mobile phone: "Mom, Yawen wants to invest 200,000! She also asked Michael-" He sneered, "That rubbish actually went long on Goose Coin, so stupid!"
Elena snorted coldly: "It's what he deserves! Wait until he loses everything, and see if Vivian will still want him!"
The next morning, Manhattan was still shrouded in mist, and the headlines of major media had been exploded-
**"Breaking news: Goose Country and neighboring countries broke out in armed conflict!"**
**"Financial tsunami: Goose Coin opened with a 15% plunge, short-sellers reveled!"**
On the foreign exchange platform, the Goose Coin exchange rate fell vertically like a kite with a broken string, and the green decline chart hurt people's eyes. Michael held a cup of coffee and calmly watched CNBC's rolling news-the system prediction was accurate to the point, and the plunge was even faster.
The phone vibrated, and Jason's voice message came with a crying voice:
"Mike! The fight has really started! Goosecoin has plummeted! We invested 1 million... we won't lose it all, right?!"
Michael replied slowly: "Why panic? There is a gold mine under the waterfall. Let the bullets fly for a while."
At this time, Vivian's message popped up:
[Michael, there is a lot of gunfire outside, why don't you come out and play badminton? [Badminton racket emoji]]
He raised his eyebrows and replied: [See you at the old place. ]
At the same time, in the townhouse on the Upper East Side, Elena and Mark were laughing wildly at the computer screen. "It's down! It's down again!" Mark pointed at the screen, "It's down 23% now! Sebastian is really a god!"
Elena rubbed her hands: "Notify Yawen, add more! This wave will at least double the profit!" She glanced at Sofia's closed door and snorted disdainfully: "When we make a lot of money, see if that dead girl dares to show her face again!"
And at this moment, Sofia was staring at the plummeting curve of Goose Coin on her mobile phone, her fingertips were cold. She remembered Michael's determined eyes yesterday, and looked at the screenshots of short-selling profits posted by Sebastian's team on WeChat Moments, and she felt mixed emotions. Suddenly, she grabbed the car keys - no matter what, she wanted to go and see if that idiot had really lost everything.
In the badminton hall of Manhattan Sports Center, Michael and Vivian had already started playing. When the goose coin fell by 28%, Vivian scored a smash and asked with a smile: "Michael, the outside market has fallen so much, why are you still so calm?"
Michael wiped his sweat, his eyes sharp as an eagle: "Because the good show has just begun." On his mobile phone screen, the system countdown was pointing to - **"Goose Country Central Bank Gold Reserve Announcement Countdown: 03:47"**.
At this moment, Sophia, who rushed to the Tribeca apartment, had no idea that the "idiot" she thought was standing at the center of this financial tsunami, waiting to reap the huge wealth of those short sellers. Under the waterfall of goose coins, a crazier rebound was quietly brewing in the system's prediction.