Ji-Cheok smiled as he gazed at the heated chat window with joy.

-[Ssun_Ju_Ran] has donated 100,000 won.

[Ssun_Ju_Ran]: Show me. If you show me, I’ll give you one million won.

‘Oh, damn!’

“Thank you, Ssun_Ju_Ran! I didn’t expect you would make it to my live stream!”

He rubbed his hands and made cute gestures with Cheok-Liang’s paws.

Such was life.

-[A/B] has donated 200,000 won.

[A/B]: If you stop your stream now and send the video only to me, I will give you 10 million won.

‘Hm? [A/B]?’

The chat stopped. It was a simple username with only two letters of the alphabet, [A/B]. However, there was no one in the chat who didn’t know who that was.

-Wait, [A/B] means that he is the ABM master! Why is he…

-Isn’t that the GOF’s rival guild in the U.S.?

-That username is the ABM guild master! Why is he here?

Everyone went crazy for a moment. ABM was an abbreviation of the economics term, ‘agent-based model’. Ji-Cheok did not know what that meant, nor did most of the viewers, but one thing was certain: the ABM Guild Master was a representative of the U.S. stock market.

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