The Eighteen Levels of Hell: Lying is Forbidden Here

'Looks like I fell into a trap!'

Sitting in front of his computer screen, Zhou Chen frowned. He had bought the most shares just a moment ago, which meant he had regurgitated nearly all the wealth he earned in the first round.

Remaining account balance: 1.01 million.

'I didn't understand stocks when I was alive, and I never dealt with them in Hell either. I'll just consider this paying for tuition.'

'At least I still made ten thousand...'

'Wait!'

The wages for his one hundred employees had increased to sixty thousand.

Maintenance costs had also risen to sixty thousand.

'No wonder. Capital exists to make a profit, and it needs to earn more and more with each passing year.'