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Chapter 1248: Chapter 1104: Can’t Even Afford a Pot at Home (Please Subscribe!)

He had already chosen his target.

---India.

It was a country with deep ties to the United States.

Previously, it clung to the United Kingdom.

Later,

as the United Kingdom declined,

they could only cling to the United States, having to purchase a vast number of weapons from the US every year. There was no helping it; their ’consumption’ rate was astonishingly high, with airplanes crashing becoming a daily routine, so common it drew sighs.

However, that was good.

In doing so,

arms dealers made money, never worrying about running out of business in India.

It was just their debt repayment ability that gave the United States headaches.

Chronic trade deficits had sent India’s debts soaring; its foreign debts exceeded one trillion US dollars, with the interest each year being a huge figure, often delayed or defaulted.

However,

it could still borrow money.

On one hand, India had a large population and significant economic potential, not enough to go bankrupt over such sums.

Moreover,

those amounts were still pocket change for the magnates, such as weapons. India needed money, and once the arms giants operated, they could swiftly facilitate it, and then the magnates pocketed the profits securely.

As for the debt,

of course, it was owed to the US government.

A capital game.

This was one of the plays.

’Cash in’ on massive assets, ultimately, it was the United States that ended up with an irreplaceable loan, but the US didn’t care; after all, just pay it back slowly. If you can’t pay back the principal, just pay the interest.

There was plenty of time.

No fear of India defaulting.

Of course, he wasn’t inciting India to act recklessly; even if he wanted to, India wouldn’t do it, but India wasn’t a stable country, with many factions like David’s still present.

India had thirty states.

Nearly twenty-four states had significant opposition forces.

These forces.

The largest were mainly concentrated in the ’enclaves’ on the right side of India,

bordering Myanmar.

In the past, there had been occasional small frictions between the two, but they were minor ’disturbances,’ such as India sometimes moving a Boundary Monument a few hundred meters into Myanmar, with back-and-forth between them, but they were restrained.

Since Ling was so inconsiderate.

There was no choice but to find him something to do.

However,

now wasn’t the time.

You just finished negotiations, and then you cause trouble; Ling would definitely suspect them, the United States, after all, they weren’t complete enemies, merely a ’clash of ideologies’, no need to make it so obvious.

Annesley’s superior gave a cold laugh.

Next month,

Ling was likely to become anxious.

...

April 18th.

United States.

San Francisco.

Inside a luxurious villa.

Hanfrai.

He was twenty-five this year, his father a real estate magnate in California. At twenty-five, his greatest hobby was playing games, finding faults with the designs of major gaming companies.

He even invested in a gaming company.

Unfortunately,

it disbanded less than three months after it was formed.

This was because ERV’s "Warfire" met almost all of his entertainment needs, maps dazzling to the eyes, endlessly enthralling gameplay, each session bringing new surprises.

This was unmatched by other games.

Just like that,

In just one year’s time,

he had spent no less than two million US dollars, and yet, he wasn’t even among the biggest spenders, not even making the top ten. After all, not all local tyrants liked beauties; sometimes, games could be more stimulating.

At that moment,

he was playing ERV’s new game "World".

When this game launched,

numerous gaming companies wailed in despair, as this game encompassed content so extensive, almost covering the majority of gaming domains and was very life-like, always having something just for you.

"Look at that."

He was running on a deserted island.

"Island Survival"

It was a map he never grew tired of, where players drifted onto a solitary island, looking for various things to create survival conditions, and each island was different in size, natural resources, supplies, wildlife, and danger levels.

In short.

Players had to adapt to various environments.

Learn survival skills.

Under limited conditions, they had to survive, and to survive, players had to learn many skills—truly master them, like recognizing a poisonous crab since the computer wouldn’t tell you if it was poisonous.

But once it was poisonous

If eaten

That was game over.

This made countless players research before eating anything they could find, and gradually, they discovered they’d learned a lot, which was different from reading books.

Books are easy to forget.

But the visual memory from playing games was thousands of times stronger than textual memory; those who played a lot almost became survival experts, and even some local tyrants went to try it out on a solitary island.

They found it extremely useful.

Watching the screen turn gray.

"FUCK..."

Hanfrai cursed under his breath, but he was actually delighted. The fun of the game was in the process, not the outcome. In this game, the gray screen meant ’skills not mastered.’

Nothing to complain about.

Experience teaches wisdom. If you learned something, why curse?

After finishing the game.

Hanfrai called a fellow player.

"Billy, are you free yet, want to play a game?"

"Sure, a thousand US dollars."

"Easy."

Billy.

Hanfrai’s college mate.

A guy of unusual intelligence.

But Hanfrai never acknowledged defeat; his memory and observational skills couldn’t match Billy’s, so after "World" launched the "Detective" series, he often sought to compete with him.

To see who could solve cases faster.

The game had a ’challenger’ mode, where two or more players could compete. There was no money in winning or losing, but many treated it privately as a bet, and Hanfrai and Billy always had stakes in their challenges.

After continuous learning.

From being utterly defeated at the start.

To later losing more and winning less.

And then... continued losing more and winning less.

But even so, Hanfrai enjoyed it tirelessly. He felt with his current knowledge, he could even be a police officer solving cases, and even this game had become a routine training material for the US police stations.

Quite a hit.

Anyone who thought their intelligence was up to the mark.

Couldn’t help but give it a try, and then, they got hooked.

At first.

Most people were defeated.

After playing ten cases.

With a zero success rate.

In the end,

They had to humbly review the strategies of their predecessors. Because the average difficulty was too high, the more advanced players faced increasingly challenging cases, picking out clues from the testimony of dozens of people.

Distinguishing truth from lies.

This truly tested intelligence.

The worst part was that sometimes half of the testimonies were false, and players had to find ways to verify and reason, even inspect the scene, check surveillance videos, and still often reasoned wrongly.

Causing countless people to curse.

Then.

Afterwards, they plunged back into the pit without hesitation.

After playing ERV’s "World," numerous game companies had only one thought: as long as ERV existed, they might as well close their doors early, otherwise, continuing would only mean they couldn’t even make ends meet.

After one game.

Hanfrai lost.

"ERV goes public tomorrow, how much are you planning to buy?" asked Billy.

Hanfrai smiled faintly.

"Ten million US dollars, all my pocket money."

Tomorrow.

ERV would ring the Nasdaq bell.

Countless people eagerly awaited it, other companies had to road show and seek buyers, but ERV, even without a road show, was favored by numerous investors and capitals, and Hanfrai also wanted to witness the birth of an empire.