Chapter 37: Tweet
But Jack saw the money start increasing rapidly because Bitcoin’s price dropped right after Liam placed the short position.
As it began showing signs of profit, MindChain’s buy volume increased further.
"We’ll check again later," Liam said, putting his phone away.
"Please write your name and signature here," she said, placing a sheet of paper.
Liam took a pen, wrote his full name, then signed with a very simple signature.
"You really bought it from her?" Jack said.
"Hahaha, $500 is nothing for you. If it were me, I’d pay more to make Qian Yingyue happy..." Jack laughed.
"You’re right..." Jack agreed. "I’ve seen rich, good-looking, and very smart guys fail to approach her. It’s like she doesn’t care about them. Unless she already has a boyfriend in China?"
"Shit..." Jack nudged Liam’s shoulder when he heard that.
"What’s wrong with liking her? She’s the best among the female students..." Liam answered.
"Why don’t you try? Maybe you’re the one she’ll like."
...
Vivian wasn’t present—perhaps still in the office with Luna.
The lesson began with collecting each group’s analysis of Nvidia’s assets.
Those whose analysis matched hers felt happy, while those who were far off could only reflect.
What truly mattered was the reasoning behind it. As long as it was convincing, the score would be high.
Liam checked MindChain again—it had already distributed $100,000 in dividends from a $200,000 profit.
Another zero had broken—now 0.012, or $12 million market cap.
He saw a lot of new fees coming in due to high volume.
"Liam, look at this!" Jack came over and showed a Twitter post.
It included a screenshot of MindChain on Dex.
He opened it and saw the account had over 3 million followers.
"So that’s why the price is rising so fast," Liam said.
As he said that, the market cap jumped another $2 million, reaching $14 million.
"Liam, you need to maintain this trend with more profit."
He saw that Bitcoin’s price wasn’t moving significantly—so there was no way to generate big profit right now.
Liam stood up. There were no more classes today—he planned to go to the gym.
Even with a massage, it would still hurt. Liam had only tricked her when he said it would help.
There were only a little over ten people. Their bodies weren’t impressive either—just lifting small weights.
He wondered where all the bodybuilders were.
Liam returned to the lobby and approached a pretty receptionist.
"Sir, Mondays are always quiet. On weekdays, people come to the gym at night, and bodybuilders also rest," the receptionist replied gently, though she looked at Liam strangely.
The receptionist glanced at her coworker with a puzzled expression.
"Where is your manager?" he asked.
"Here’s the thing—I’ll give you $15,000. Five thousand for the gym, and the rest as prize money for a contest you must hold right now. Invite all your members. I want a 100 KG barbell lifting contest. Whoever lifts it the most within three hours wins."
