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Jiang Chijing refused to speak to Zheng Mingyi unless Zheng Mingyi stripped his pants right now.

But therein lay a paradox. If Jiang Chijing didn’t speak, then Zheng Mingyi wouldn’t strip, and if Zheng Mingyi didn’t strip, then Jiang Chijing wouldn’t want to speak.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

Other inmates left the library on the dot, whereas Zheng Mingyi had long sat inside the work area. However, Jiang Chijing had his eyes fixed on the newspaper in his hands, without the slightest desire to pay heed to Zheng Mingyi.

“What did Princess say to you?” Zheng Mingyi had obviously seen Princess talking to Jiang Chijing through the window.

Jiang Chijing still didn’t make a peep, his expression apathetic as he drank a mouthful of water, treating Zheng Mingyi’s words as a breeze by his ears.

“All right. I’ll go ask Princess.” Zheng Mingyi suddenly stood up, making to leave the work area.

Jiang Chijing hurriedly set down the newspaper, pulling his wrist, saying in a low voice, “Sit.”

If Zheng Mingyi really went running over to ask Princess, there was no doubt about it. The whole prison would know that Jiang Chijing had gotten upset over others seeing Zheng Mingyi’s birdie by the next day.

When that happened, it was hard to tell if inmates would even form a tour group to view Zheng Mingyi’s cock.

—he couldn’t stand the thought of it.

“Are you angry at me?” Zheng Mingyi sat back down, and he flipped his hand over to hold Jiang Chijing’s hand, scratching his palm gently. “Why aren’t you telling me the reason?”

Because it was a bit hard to get out.

Jiang Chijing set down the glass in his hand, asking nonchalantly, “Who do you normally shower with?”

By asking this, Jiang Chijing only wanted to check which persons had seen Zheng Mingyi down there, from which he could check if there were any coquettish bottoms among them and keep a lookout.

In the end, right after he voiced this, Zheng Mingyi tilted his head and measured him, “You don’t like others looking at me?”

It was a problem for men to be too smart.

“No,” Jiang Chijing said, “it’s just a casual question.”

Zheng Mingyi didn’t reply to that. He stared at Jiang Chijing for a while, then smiled all of a sudden. “Do you want to see it?”

By this point, it was very obvious that Zheng Mingyi had already guessed Princess and Jiang Chijing’s conversation.

“I don’t.” Jiang Chijing frowned. “You can show it to whoever you want.”

“Did Princess go into the details?” Zheng Mingyi tugged Jiang Chijing’s hand, nonchalantly brushing it on the root of his thighs. “He was far away, he shouldn’t have seen it too clearly.”

“Didn’t see clearly?” When Jiang Chijing thought back to Princess’ ‘feast for the eyes’ expression, the ire that he had suppressed with much difficulty flared again. “Do you know how smug he was in front of me?”

Zheng Mingyi laughed non-stop, only restraining himself a long while later. He said, “Many people apart from him have seen it.”

“You’re even proud of that.” Jiang Chijing frostily eyed Zheng Mingyi. “Why didn’t I know that you’re an exhibitionist?”

“You didn’t know?” Zheng Mingyi’s eyebrows lifted. “I often go without clothes at home.”

“But it wasn’t like I saw you streak…”

When he reached the end, Jiang Chijing self-consciously trailed off, warily looking at Zheng Mingyi. Due to the anger getting to his head, he hadn’t thought too much about it and just followed the flow of the conversation led by Zheng Mingyi. But only after the words left his mouth did he react that he had exposed a fact—he had seen how Zheng Mingyi looked when topless at home.

Seeing. Didn’t imply voyeurism. He exposed something. But he wasn’t completely exposed.

Anyway, Jiang Chijing would protect that last piece of underwear on him at all costs.

Fortunately, Zheng Mingyi didn’t notice Jiang Chijing’s irregularity. He scratched Jiang Chijing’s palm with a thumb, “Then do you want to see me walk around naked?”

Jiang Chijing, mind still preoccupied with having almost bust himself, didn’t hear what Zheng Mingyi said at all. He unconsciously asked, “What?”

“If you want to see it,” Zheng Mingyi pressed Jiang Chijing’s hand between his legs. He inclined his head and came up to whisper in Jiang Chijing’s ear, “I can show it to you anytime.”

His palm was plastered to an imposing bulge, the thin fabric utterly failing to insulate the heat of a branding iron.

Even though Jiang Chijing had sat on it once, touching with his hips wasn’t as tactile as touching with his hands.

Princess wasn’t lying. This size was indeed… lucky.

The hand over his massaged down, rubbing his palm against the fabric, and the slumbering lion showed signs of rousing.

Jiang Chijing jerked back to his senses, drawing his hand out of Zheng Mingyi’s hold, badly shaken. “How many times do I have to say this, there’s surveillance here!”

Zheng Mingyi leaned towards Jiang Chijing, resting his left elbow on the table. He languidly propped up his head on a hand, gazing at Jiang Chijing, saying, “I’m blocking it.”

The surveillance was indeed solidly blocked by Zheng Mingyi. From Jiang Chijing’s angle, the lines of Zheng Mingyi’s upper body were tastefully elegant like a bored aristocrat enjoying a horse race, yet his legs beneath were immodestly spread wide open like a sultry striptease.

Jiang Chijing really couldn’t take the contrast.

The itch in his heart was unbearable, and the tip of his index finger was twitching minutely. If his sanity wasn’t still intact, his two hands would probably have stripped off Zheng Mingyi’s pants by now.

“Officer Jiang.” Zheng Mingyi seemed able to read the vile thoughts in Jiang Chijing’s heart, propositioning him like a devil, “Are you hungry?”

Jiang Chijing wasn’t any kind of pure and innocent little rabbit. He could naturally hear the undertone in Zheng Mingyi’s words.

His throat rolled. He forcibly suppressed the hungry ghost rioting in his heart, coolly spitting out two words. “Not hungry.”

“Really?” Zheng Mingyi straightened his head, and the hand he had leaned his face on changed to prop up his chin. “I’m sure to satiate you.”

Seeing Zheng Mingyi’s playful look, Jiang Chijing suddenly saw through the true nature of this devil. He knew that Jiang Chijing didn’t dare do anything naughty in broad daylight, but he just wanted to tease at Jiang Chijing, admire the way he looked when teetering wildly on the edge of his sanity.

“Zheng Mingyi.” Jiang Chijing pulled Zheng Mingyi’s collar, suddenly pulling the man in front of him. “Does it make you uncomfortable without seducing me at least once a day?”

Zheng Mingyi smiled, saying candidly, “You caught me.”

With that, he leaned forward, trying to kiss Jiang Chijing, who was right in front of him. However, Jiang Chijing directly raised a hand to block his lips, turning his face towards the computer screen. He said, “Speaking of discoveries, Yu Guang might have found that I’m not Go.”

At the mention of an outsider, the suggestive ambience instantaneously vanished into thin air. Zheng Mingyi arched a brow, seemingly discontent, but Jiang Chijing was unmoved, indifferently continuing, “Haven’t you thought of revealing your identity to him?”

“He already found out.” Zheng Mingyi disinterestedly sat back upright. “He came looking for me at lunch, went spouting a load of flowery deductions, and so I told him directly.”

“Did he get so excited that he ran manically around the whole mess hall?” Jiang Chijing asked.

“So excited that he broke a spoon,” Zheng Mingyi said.

The cutlery provided to inmates was plastic. It didn’t take much force to break one.

At this time, a resounding call “Idol” carried over from the corridor, followed by Yu Guang skidding to the door of the library with a can of coca-cola in his hand, his eyes sparkling as he asked, “Idol, do you want to drink coke?”

Perhaps due to Jiang Chijing not giving Yu Guang the right feeling before, so he had still reined in his expressions of admiration. But now that the God of God in his impression had manifested his true form, his admiration was like a torrential tide that could no longer be contained.

Luo Hai followed Yu Guang into the library, looking as if he had a headache, asking, “What on earth are you guys up to?”

From the way he looked, Luo Hai should already know that Yu Guang had something to do with Zheng Mingyi and no longer restricted him from running over to the library. Thus, Yu Guang completely took off, dashing over in a flurry of excitement.

By now, there was no point in hiding it from Luo Hai, so Jiang Chijing pointed at Zheng Mingyi seated to him with his chin, and said, “Simply put, he’s the God of Go that Yu Guang talks about.”

Zheng Mingyi raised his right hand, wiggling his fingers, as though making a greeting to Luo Hai under his Go pseudonym.

“So, a great god of stock trading got framed and sent to prison because of stock trading?”

Luo Hai was still trying to keep up with the tempo, whereas Yu Guang had already eagerly offered the coke to his God, telling Zheng Mingyi, “Idol, I already looked into the things you instructed me to at noon and can confirm that HX Management is planning to short Old Watch.”

“He checked it from my computer,” Luo Hai said with a dark face from the side.

“Old Watch?” Jiang Chijing lifted his wrist, gesturing to the antique watch he was wearing on his wrist, saying in confusion, “Are you talking about this Old Watch?”

“That’s correct.” Zheng Mingyi unhurriedly explained, “The recently introduced government policy is favourable to the tech industry. Old Watch is planning to venture into this industry, so its stock price has been rising these days. However, they don’t have strong R&D capabilities, so once this wave of trend following passes, the stock price will likely fall.

“In short, this company’s stock price is inflated right now,” Yu Guang picked up the conversation. “HX Management has set their sights on them and is planning to short their stocks.”

A little lost still, Jiang Chijing asked, “How does shorting work? How can HX Management make money when the stock prices fall?”

“Officer Jiang, you’re so stupid, you don’t even know how to short stocks.”

The moment Yu Guang’s voice trailed, Zheng Mingyi knocked the back of his head, saying coldly, “I’m the only one allowed to call him stupid.”

Jiang Chijing, “……”

“Uwah, Dr. Luo.” Yu Guang pitifully covered his head, turning over to pounce into Luo Hai’s embrace.

“Don’t hurt.” Luo Hai rubbed the back of Yu Guang’s head, looking unhappily at Zheng Mingyi, saying, “Don’t hit others.”

Zheng Mingyi coolly shifted his gaze away, saying to Jiang Chijing, “Let me draw an analogy. For example, I borrowed a Ferrari from you and agreed to return it in a year. During the time that it was with me, I sold the Ferrari at the market value of $1 million. Within the year, the price of this Ferrari depreciated to $900,000, so I bought it at $900,000 and returned it to you the next year. Consequently, I made a net profit of $100,000 during this year.”

Jiang Chijing understood the underlying logic; the Ferrari represented a stock. He asked again, “Then where does this Ferrari come from?”

“There are brokerage firms that you can borrow stocks from, to be returned at a later date, by paying a cash deposit or handling fees,” Zheng Mingyi said.

“So you’re saying that,” Jiang Chijing ruminated, saying, “HX Management starts by borrowing a large number of Old Watch’s stocks, agreeing on a date to return them, then selling the stocks they had at a high price. When the stock price falls, they’ll buy them back and return them, making a profit from the difference in price?”

At this, an issue abruptly occurred to Jiang Chijing. He said, “Then what if that stock price keeps rising?”

“A bloody loss, d’uh,” Yu Guang said. “The difference between a long and short position is this. The maximum loss you can get from going long is the stock price falling to the bottom; whereas if the stock you’re going short on never falls, the loss can be infinite, because there’s no cap on how high a stock price can rise.”

Now that Jiang Chijing was gradually grasping what Zheng Mingyi planned to do, his heart was thoroughly shaken. “You want to bankrupt HX Management?”

“Mm.” A spark of ruthlessness flashed through Zheng Mingyi’s eyes. “If we’re going to play, we’re playing big.”

Translated on ninetysevenkoi.wordpress

Yu Guang was called away to deal with the hygiene of the meeting rooms and wasn’t able to stay long in the library. When he left, Luo Hai left as well, and only Jiang Chijing and Zheng Mingyi remained in the large space of the library.

“Let me ask you something,” Jiang Chijing bumped his knee against Zheng Mingyi’s. “You haven’t already planned when you get out of prison, have you?”

“No,” Zheng Mingyi said. “That’ll depend on the progress on Guan Wei’s side.”

All right, then.

Jiang Chijing couldn’t quite explain this feeling; naturally, he hoped that Zheng Mingyi would be released from prison as soon as possible, but if Zheng Mingyi had even calculated up to this step, he reckoned that his intellect couldn’t take the blow.

“I’ll ask you something as well.” Zheng Mingyi tilted his head, lazily looking at Jiang Chijing, and said, “When I get out, will you wear your uniform for me?”

Jiang Chijing only wore his uniform at work. If he were to wear it outside of prison for Zheng Mingyi to see, it would be the same as Zheng Mingyi wearing a suit for him in private; there could only be one situation for that—in bed.

“I’ll wear it,” Jiang Chijing had worked in the courthouses before and knew that retrials didn’t progress that quickly. When he thought back to how Zheng Mingyi kept teasing him to the edge, an impish urge to tease him was birthed. He said boldly, “Baton, handcuffs; I’ll bring back all of it. You can use them however you want.”

Zheng Mingyi still held his posture with his head tilted, but his eyes glinted with the ravenous hunger of a wolf.

“Will you eat me up?” he asked again. “The type where you eat with relish.”

“Sure I will,” Jiang Chijing crossed his arms, saying as if it didn’t concern himself, “Weren’t you going to fill me up? I’d be most delighted to oblige.”

Zheng Mingyi stared fixedly at Jiang Chijing, his jaw muscles were visibly raised, speaking volumes of how hard he was clenching his molars, desperately keeping himself in check.

After a long time, his tense jawline relaxed. He gazed meaningfully at Jiang Chijing, “It’s a deal, Officer Jiang.”

Seeing the look in Zheng Mingyi’s eyes, an ominous foreboding pricked his spine.

When this guy said that he hadn’t yet planned when he would be getting out of prison, he wasn’t lying to him, right?