This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 764: Carnival!

"20 million shares sold out on the very same day."

"The next day, the trading of circulating shares began at the Dawn City Securities Exchange, with the main screen in the hall updating in real time the buy and sell orders for Baiyue Corporation’s stock, as well as the transaction price."

"Since the exchange had only one stock listed, Baiyue Corporation almost passively became the center of attention."

"Watching the transaction price continuously hitting new highs, investors’ enthusiasm lost its rationale at times, triggering the exchange’s circuit breaker mechanism multiple times, with trading halts lasting even longer than the trading itself."

"In a corner of the hall, residents from Ideal City stared wide-eyed with disbelief written all over their faces at the soaring prices."

"He was a representative of the organization that had guided Baiyue Corporation through the IPO process."

"Although he had anticipated a surge in the stock price following the public offering, after studying Baiyue Corporation’s business, he hadn’t expected the scene to be so exaggerated."

"In Ideal City, there had never been a stock that doubled its price after listing."

"If such a thing did happen, it only meant that the auditors had been remiss and had set the offering price too low!"

"However, he was certain that the current situation at Baiyue Corporation wasn’t due to his lack of professionalism; a P/E ratio of 20 times might be low for such a high-growth company, but not to such an exaggerated extent."

"Another explanation—"

"The investors in Dawn City had gone mad!"

"...had I known, I would’ve gotten an ID card when I traveled here earlier this year," the organizational representative couldn’t help but lament.

"The crazy price made him itch, but a pity he could only watch without an ID card, unable to play the field."

"Standing beside him was an expert from Camp 101, who was also one of the designers of the trading rules for the Dawn City Securities Exchange."

"Upon hearing the lament of the representative, the expert said with a smile,"

"You’ve made plenty of money yourself, haven’t you? Still envious of the small change in ordinary people’s pockets?"

"Not the same," the representative shook his head, "Is the money earned from work the same as money picked up for no effort?"

"After a pause, he couldn’t help adding,"

"Speaking of which, are you guys really not considering relaxing the purchasing eligibility restrictions? I bet Ideal City would have countless investors rushing in with their money; you could raise several times, even tens of times, the capital you’re getting now!"

"In fact, Ideal City would be a more suitable place for Baiyue Corporation to list. Not only is the capital more extensive there, but the resources are also far richer than here."

"The Camp 101 expert responded with a faint smile,"

"Money is just a tool, and money is just a number. We Managers say that we’ve distributed the social productive forces through a series of measures, and now we must distribute the generated profits to those who create wealth, that is, the ordinary citizens of the Alliance."

"The Managers’ directive is that we will open up to investors outside of the Alliance to participate in trading when the time is right, but only when the rules of the Dawn City Exchange become mature and the funds have formed a sufficient scale... which is clearly not the case right now."

"Hearing this, the organizational representative shook his head regretfully and sighed,"

"By that time, the price will probably have soared through the roof. The institutions in Ideal City aren’t fools either; they won’t come over to take it off our hands."

"The Camp 101 expert nodded, agreeing with his point but also expressing a different view,"

"But if we let you guys in now, our investors would be wiped out by you, and the wealth they created would all go into your pockets, which our Managers do not want to see. There’s no perfect solution in this world. We can make countless assumptions but can only choose one to proceed with."

"Understood," the organizational representative nodded, looking enviously at the ascending numbers, and said with a tinge of regret, "I hope you can get ready a bit faster..."

In truth, it wasn’t the residents of Ideal City who were most envious, but the merchants from other regions of the Wasteland, particularly those from Bugra Free State to the north, whose eyes seemed to blaze with envy, as if their gaze alone could literally paint the word "envious" on their faces.

When it came to Baiyue Corporation’s business operations, they knew even more than the residents of Dawn City themselves!

This colossal corporation, backed by two huge industrial bases, not only controlled the resource-rich raw material production base of the Baiyue Province, but also owned the rich mineral deposits of Poluo Province, with its business covering a third of the Central Continent!

Furthermore, hundreds of Alliance companies, including Bull Horse Group, Huge Rock Military Industry, Goblin Technology, Factory No.81, and others, had also opened up foreign markets along with this behemoth marching towards the world stage.

Now, this titan of a corporation was riding the tailwinds of the Sticky Community, and its influence was continuously expanding along with the Alliance’s reach!

All it took now was a flick of the finger to fill out a form and become a shareholder of this giant enterprise!

Never mind the issue price of 10 silver coins.

Even at an issue price of 100 silver coins, they would open their purses and pay without hesitation!

After all, such an outstanding enterprise would never be underestimated in Bugra; the issue price would at least be several hundreds of thousands of bro units!

The immensely powerful Firestone Group would devour the first succulent bite, followed by their coddled stooges taking the second bite, while the manipulated auditing institutions and supervising authorities would greenlight their financial reports, allowing them to shape excrement into the form of a cake and serve it on the table as chocolate. By the time ordinary people could buy in, they would only serve the role of picking up the tab for those bigwigs, with only the foam in the beer left for them to fully indulge in.

As for truly high-quality assets, they would find a way to package and sell them in Ideal City in exchange for Cr, and only then would they take their accounting a bit seriously.

After all, Ideal City was not easily fooled, and the cost of buying over the council was too steep, so steep that one would have to buy the entire Ideal City... which was highly unrealistic.

However, envy aside, the merchants who had been traveling around all year only had Alliance bank cards, not that identity card.

Even if there were channels for investment immigration, it was too late to act now...

So they too could only watch.

A merchant from Bugra could not help but mutter with jealousy,

"Selling it so cheap... isn’t that just to buy people’s hearts?"

"Indeed," another salesperson muttered, "Ten silver coins... One hour of labour could buy one stock, they might as well just give the company away to the poor."

The mercenary beside them nodded in agreement, his clear pupils brimming with naivety masquerading as wisdom.

"Indeed, to distribute dividends to everyone is like distributing nothing; they play it this way, and sooner or later they’ll end up just like us... even the change from inflation won’t catch up with the dividends."

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the exchange, a few players in blue jackets were also watching the numbers jumping on the screen, their faces lit up with unabated joy.

"Damn! Twenty silver?!"

"It doubled!!!"

"Holy moly..."

"Man, if only I were an NPC."

"Soul-traveling into the game, huh."

"Give it a rest, you flirtatious thing. Do you really think you could survive two episodes if you actually got transported into the Game?"

"Damn! Can’t I play a little safe?"

"Speaking of which, is there a possibility that among the NPCs there are actually souls who’ve transmigrated or been reborn?"

Listening to the noobs jabbering away, Chu Guang chuckled and teased.

"Then that guy must have read the script in advance, so he’s here buying Baiyue Corporation’s stocks now, right?"

Makabazi burst into laughter, "Hahaha, suddenly starting to daydream, huh?"

They weren’t particularly interested in Baiyue Corporation’s stocks, and they weren’t hurting for money either.

By the time Baiyue Corporation had gone south to clear new land, they had already leveled up their related job skills to LV9 and bought a large tract of land north of West State City to start a big farm.

Who knows, maybe one day their own farm would get listed here. Wouldn’t that be nicer than buying someone else’s stocks?

"Seriously, do you guys find it interesting just standing here watching since you can’t buy in?" Teng Teng couldn’t help but whisper a complaint as he passed by the crowd of players at the entrance.

A newbie replied with a sly grin.

"I understand the reasoning, but it’s fun to watch."

Just then, a shout came from the entrance.

"Thirty silver coins now!!!"

Hearing this, the person spun their head back around and joined the crowd in cheering.

"Awesome!!"

"Well played!!"

"Nice move! Err—I mean, nice rise!!"

Teng Teng couldn’t help but hold his forehead and muttered under his breath.

"These guys have lost it..."

Crow: "emmm... they were never really normal, huh."

Teng Teng: "Uh, true..."

...

While the securities exchange in Dawn City was bustling, the official website of another world was also unusually lively.

On the same day that Baiyue Corporation went public, the Silver Exchange launched a new sub-page—"Stock Equity Assets Trading Page"—and stuffed the newly listed Baiyue Corporation into it.

Although Silver Exchange had previously traded assets in the Game, including stocks and such, it had not categorized assets in detail.

The launch of the new sub-page was undoubtedly a signal that the Game officials planned to regulate the virtual asset trading market.

Shares of the listed Baiyue Corporation could only be traded with the Game official-designated silver coins, not with real-world money or other forms of currency directly, and all transactions had to be performed publicly, only through transfer.

In other words, Baiyue Corporation couldn’t raise funds on the Silver Exchange but had to cash out through personal transactions with other players.

After all, there was a huge pile of silver coins on the Silver Exchange, essentially "game currency" distributed to players by Chu Guang, and it had its inflated portion. If Baiyue Corporation was allowed to raise funds there, it would be like scooping back the bubbles he had painstakingly pushed into the reservoir to be "canceled" out.

However, if player stock trading was banned, going public would lose its purpose.

So Chu Guang came up with this compromise: NPC-owned shares would circulate in the Dawn City Exchange, and player-owned shares in the Silver Exchange, without interference between the two.

Collective capital-raising activities of Baiyue Corporation could only take place in the Dawn City Exchange.

This way, they could ensure that the large influx of money into the production and operation sector was not the "artificially inflated and already squeezed out" bubble, but actual profits generated by Alliance society in its production and operational activities.

In the future, Chu Guang would consider gradually lifting this restriction, but for an Alliance where "players can earn an ordinary person’s daily income by killing a monster," it was still a bit premature. It would be tantamount to condoning players using their privileges to plunder the wealth of Alliance citizens.

The money and green lights given to players by Chu Guang seemed plenty enough; their well-feathered selves should expand outward, exploring the wider Wasteland, rather than harvesting their own people.

And the facts proved that Chu Guang’s "precaution" was not unfounded.

Shortly after the sub-page of the Silver Exchange went online, Baiyue Corporation’s stock price soared to 200 silver coins per share!

Meanwhile, the average transaction price at the Dawn City Exchange had only risen to 37 silver coins.

Although there was no concept of an "issue price" on the Silver Exchange, since they only trade and don’t issue, such an outrageous discrepancy still silenced both buyers and sellers.

It was an eerie scene, with heaps of buy and sell orders on the board yet no one transacting. Oddly enough, there were minutes on end with zero volume, despite the absence of a circuit breaker mechanism.

It resembled the Silver Exchange when it first emerged, back when the auction function wasn’t yet live.

Ah Wei: "Giao! 200 silver coins... Si Si! Quick, help me calculate how much money we have now! Σ(ﾟДﾟ;)"

Si Si: "Ah Wei, saying that out loud might make people hate us, you know. But seriously, such a rise is somewhat outrageous... I wonder who’s buying."

Quit Smoking: "What I’m curious about is who’s selling. Isn’t it better to hold onto it? (facepalm)"

Ah Wei: "Hehe, I secretly sold a bit when it was around 50. (~︶~)"

Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "Well done, selling at fifty? What a loss!"

Who Can Understand: "Indeed, it was sold for cheap. I’m afraid those listed on the Dawn City Exchange might touch 50 in a couple of months."

Ah Wei: "Let’s earn money together. Anyway, I’ve still got quite a few zeros. (*/ω\*)"

Worker Warrior: "Damn, I acted too rashly. T.T"

Canyon Fugitive Mole: "Damn it, if it keeps rising like this, that damn Fang Chang’s net worth could buy the whole Earth!"

Fang Chang: "Tsk, I thought you weren’t a rookie. Why start talking such foolish claptrap now? Can you spend the valuation as money? (side-eye)"

Canyon Fugitive Mole: "I don’t care! O mighty planner, if you don’t make a cut soon, this Game is unplayable!! T.T"

Night Ten: "Slick, a thief crying out to catch a thief. I almost forgot you invested too. Let’s make a cut on this guy first!"

Irina: "I’d advise you guys to stop yelling. Keep it up and Chu Guang might really take action. (facetious)"

Gnome King Riches: "Chu Guang: You guys are really making it hard for me. (facetious)"

Thunder Law King Professor Yang: "Hey, to be honest, I’m getting anxious for you. In the Game, a share is 37 silver coins, but it’s 200 silver on the official website. With such a huge arbitrage opportunity, wouldn’t it be like lying down and making money if you could sell NPC stocks on the official website?"

Night Ten: "If even you can think of that problem, do you think Ah Guang hasn’t considered it? (facetious)"

Fugitive Mole from the Canyon: "Go to bed and forget about it. The designers have already plugged that bug. NPCs and players can’t transfer stock ownership at all. The only way to change stock ownership percentages is through financing."

Thunder Law King Professor Yang: "Damn, so the stocks you guys are holding are non-tradable shares?!"

Fang Chang: "To be precise, they’re ’restricted tradable shares.’ By financing through public offerings, it’s possible to sell equity to NPCs. Using Baiyue Corporation’s liquid funds to repurchase and cancel circulating shares is essentially buying stocks from NPCs. But all these operations have to be done in bulk."

"In addition, the next offering plan is also for 8% of the shares, tentatively scheduled after the next quarterly financial report or dividend plan is released. I estimate that when the social shareholding reaches a certain percentage, players will be allowed to participate in the transactions of the Dawn City Exchange. After all, allowing players free trading at this stage really isn’t fair to NPCs, since most players are way too rich."

Thunder Law King Professor Yang: "Do you have so much money that you don’t know where to spend it, worrying about the wealth gap between NPCs? (laughing with tears)"

Fang Chang: "After all, this is a nurturing game. It feels quite rewarding to see the Alliance becoming stronger. (facetious)"

Thunder Law King Professor Yang: "6..."

Riding a Donkey to the Market: "Actually, there’s a very obvious loophole in this set of rules. Following this method, the shareholding ratio of players will keep diluting. After all, ’stock buyback and cancellation’ is definitely more difficult than ’financing.’ The overall trend will surely be the flow of equity from the hands of players to NPCs."

Night Ten: "How do you know this is a loophole, and not something the planners did on purpose? (facetious)"

Thunder Law King Professor Yang: "Aren’t you worried at all? (laughing with tears)"

Fang Chang: "Be content. If you played a few more games, you’d know that the measures Ah Guang takes to maintain the stability of the game’s economic system are already quite mild. If it were another operator, they wouldn’t bother explaining things and would just directly adjust your revenue coefficient."

WC Mosquito: "Anton Star, who slashed the earnings of regular accounts into the negatives, likes this. (facetious)"

Riding a Donkey to the Market: "...6."

...

The listing of Baiyue Corporation was just a minor episode for the residents of Dawn City.

If it weren’t for that joke in the Goblin Observation Report, most people might not have even bothered to join the queue until several days later when Baiyue Corporation’s shares rose to 40 silver each.

In the lobby of the Highway Town Hotel.

Looking at the newspaper in his hand, Zhou Nan shook his head and sighed with dissatisfaction.

"What a pity, there’s a cap of 100,000 shares per person, I really wish it was 1 million... Do you know? The biggest regret of my life is that I chose to be a trader instead of opening a steel factory with you."

In just a few days, the market value of his 100,000 shares had quadrupled!

Worth 4 million silver coins!

Although market value isn’t money, he believed that if he himself put these 100,000 shares up on the exchange, they would be sold out in less than a day.

There were still a lot of wealthy people in Dawn City, like the guy sitting across from him.

He bet that if he was willing to sell, this guy would definitely buy them without hesitation!

Looking at his drinking buddy sighing over there, Sun Shiqi chuckled.

"It’s not too late to regret it now. In a few months, my steel factory might go public too."

"Have you heard something?" Zhou Nan’s heart stirred as he looked at him eagerly.

Taking a sip of beer, Sun Shiqi glanced around, noticed that no one was paying attention to them, and said softly.

"It’s not about hearing rumors, if the only company approved for listing is Baiyue Corporation, why would the Alliance bother to set up an exchange in Dawn City? I reckon it’s not just Baiyue Corporation that will be involved, including Bull Horse Group, Factory No.81, and other enterprises collectively owned by the residents of the refuge will also transfer part of their equity to the general public of the Alliance."

And it’s not only these giants that have already started to snowball, but fledgling startups that lack funding could also get support.

The best way is to let investors who invest in the former make money and then lure them with more benefits to dig for gold among a bunch of small enterprises.

To get the residents of the Alliance to invest in Baiyue Corporation, you first have to give them money. And to get them to invest in those smaller companies with higher risk and growth potential, you must let them make money from stable investment projects.

He believed it wouldn’t be long before the Dawn City Securities Exchange would moderately lower the market entry barriers.

Zhou Nan pondered it over in his mind, and it seemed to indeed be the case, if it were just to sell 8% of the stock, there was no need to open an exchange, which means there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

"That makes sense... sss... now that you mention it, I suddenly feel like 40 silver coins is too cheap, I need to buy some more." Zhou Nan said thoughtfully, a sudden regret on his face that he hadn’t bought more when it was cheap, only happy about the money he’d made from the increase.

Watching his regretful look, Sun Shiqi laughed out loud and took a sip of his beer.

"Don’t be too greedy, there will be opportunities in the future; haste won’t get you anywhere with hot tofu."

His friend saw the share price of Baiyue Corporation quadrupling, but he saw the terrifying valuation after Baiyue Corporation’s surge, reaching a staggering 25 billion silver coins!

What does 25 billion silver coins signify?

When he bought the Incredibly Powerful Steel Mill from Fred, he spent only 50 million chips, which converted to silver coins was just 25 million at the rate back then.

Since he borrowed this money from a bank in Dawn City, he remembered this figure very clearly. It’s no exaggeration to say that that acquisition was the true starting point of his career takeoff!

Currently, the Incredibly Powerful Steel Mill in Giant Stone City has resumed work after debt settlement and remains the city’s largest steel mill.

Assuming Baiyue Corporation is truly worth 25 billion silver coins, that steel mill would be worth at least 1 or even 2 billion!

If it wasn’t for the listing of Baiyue Corporation, he wouldn’t even know how rich he had become.

Speaking of which, how much is the List factory worth?

Recently, that guy won the bid for the electric power system of Jinjaron Harbor and is said to have built an electric vehicle factory. The valuation could reach 5 billion... no, 10 billion is possible, after all, 25 billion silver coins is clearly not the limit of Baiyue Corporation.

In an instant, his mind was flooded with countless thoughts, and Sun Shiqi, drinking his beer, suddenly felt reflective.

"Actually... I feel both thrilled and intimidated..."

Zhou Nan, who was calculating how much money he "lost," looked up at him, paused, then smiled.

"Are you still worried about Manager Sir causing you trouble? I bet that person has long forgotten you."

Sun Shiqi shook his head.

"No, those are all things of the past; I’m thinking of that one thing, remember S Coins?"

Zhou Nan: "Of course, I remember; how could I forget such a big deal?"

Sun Shiqi nodded, his gaze losing focus in memory, as his thoughts seemed to drift along with that recollection.

"... The chip that ruled this region operated stably for over a hundred and fifty years, with its designers being experts from the pre-war era as well as residents who came out of the refuge. Yet, it was just one minor mistake that destroyed everything. I still remember the guy who sold the steel mill to me; I occasionally invite him out for a drink or two."

"Ah... you mean that drunkard, I remember him," Zhou Nan recalled the man.

That fellow would sometimes show up at the tavern on North Street of Dawn City, always looking disheveled, not nearsighted, yet wearing a gold-rimmed monocle.

Taking a sip of his foamy beer, Sun Shiqi said languidly,

"Stupidity won’t destroy a person, but insanity will... That’s what I’m most worried about. I’m afraid it’ll stand still, and I’m even more afraid that it’ll take a step too far and pull us all into a ditch."

Zhou Nan pondered for a moment and then shrugged lightly.

"Worry is reasonable, but I think there’s no need to worry too much... After all, you’re that drunkard, are you?"

Sun Shiqi: "That’s not the case."

"Right, you’re not him, you’re the one who won..." Zhou Nan said with a smile and clinked glasses with his drinking buddy, squeezing his eyebrows at him, "The lesson of Giant Stone City is harsh enough; I’m sure our Manager understands it more deeply than you think. No offense, after all, you just scooped up a steel mill, while he scooped up the entire Giant Stone City."

"Haha, that’s true," Sun Shiqi laughed and nodded, the worries weighing on his heart suddenly dispersed.

The Alliance was different from Giant Stone City after all.

They’ve absorbed not just the technology of Giant Stone City but also the experiences and lessons of its people.

The Workers’ Association and Survivor’s Daily are the best proofs that the Alliance didn’t reject them just because they were from Giant Stone City; on the contrary, they brought them to the Wasteland to thrive and prosper.

Since VM will not become a Black Card, what else is there for him to worry about?

There was a moment when he suddenly found the persistently troublesome Workers’ Association not so annoying after all.

Those guys could sometimes be a bit too rough and "insatiable," but at least they were reasonable and abided by the law.

If it weren’t for that thing, he felt that his own end might not be any more dignified than Fred’s and Wei Jia’s.

The latter at least got away and was said to be doing not too badly in the Free State. The former did indeed get away, but he lost all his wealth overnight due to his greed on S Coins, a real tragedy indeed.

Of course, understanding is one thing, but when it’s time to fight for his own interests, he won’t go easy.

"Greed... Yes, not just insanity, but also greed. Greed and insanity are both taboo! I must write it down in the family precepts," Sun Shiqi muttered to himself while swirling the foam in his glass.

Seeing him look so neurotic, Zhou Nan scoffed and said,

"Do you even know who your parents are, to have a damn family precept?"

He at least had a family, and had recently brought them over from Brocade River Province to join the Alliance.

Although this guy had never talked about his background, since he was born in Red River Town, he was most likely a slave from the mines there or the child of a slave.

Of course, he had no intention of looking down on his friend; just as he had never hidden his serfdom background.

"It doesn’t matter," Sun Shiqi coughed and said carelessly with a smile, "It’s not too late to start writing a family tree now... Even though I was born in this godforsaken Wasteland, it doesn’t necessarily mean my next generation will be."

Zhou Nan teased with a laugh.

"Talk about it after you find a good person and settle down first."

Sun Shiqi chuckled his way out of answering.

"Ha ha ha, we’ll talk about it some other time."

The night deepened. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

As a group of residents from the refuge joined in, the lively atmosphere in the lobby of the Highway Town Hotel reached its peak, with the clinking of glasses and laughter filling the air.

Whether it was an illusion or not, tonight’s beer seemed intoxicatingly potent, even the malt’s aroma carried a hint of alcohol, making one feel tipsy just from the smell.

A drunkard suddenly stood up and, with a loud voice, bellowed out.

"Praise the Manager!"

The sound received numerous nods of approval, and praise intermingled with laughter rippled through the crowd.

Sitting at the bar, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group smiled, bringing his glass up to the edge of his helmet, but just when he was about to drink, he realized it was empty and awkwardly set it back down.

He was wearing the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton because there had been quite a few people from Vellante in Dawn City recently, so he had to wear this full protection armor when coming here for a drink.

To be honest, wearing this thing made drinking inconvenient, especially after having a few too many.

Just after he set down his glass, a petite figure came over with a tray and served him a fresh drink.

Seeing the sweat on Lisa’s forehead, the Old Soldier felt a bit embarrassed and said,

"Thank you."

Gazing at the helmet, Lisa gave him a bright smile and said softly,

"You’re welcome."

The Old Soldier felt somewhat abashed looking at that charming face.

At that moment, a heavy hand clapped on his shoulder, startling him, as he thought his identity had been exposed. But when he turned around, he saw it was just a drunk who had had one too many.

"Hey, the brother in the blue jacket, tell our respected Manager a big thanks for me—burp—guess what just happened? In the blink of an eye, the 1000 silver coins in my pocket turned into 4000! I’ve never been this rich!"

Laughter from his friends nearby filled the air.

Seeing the drunk was indeed too inebriated, the Old Soldier helped him sit down at the bar stool and said casually with a chuckle,

"Our respected Mr. Manager surely wouldn’t want to see you getting this wasted. Besides, he doesn’t need your thanks—he’d just hope that when you lose so bad you can’t even afford the slop water, you won’t curse him for not warning you that it’s not a place to gamble."

"How could I?" The man’s eyes widened as he shouted, "My life was saved by him; I could give my life for him! A few thousand silver coins can’t buy me, nor can they change my faith!"

The Old Soldier didn’t take his words to heart and just patted his shoulder, then handed him the glass of water Lisa had passed to him.

"If that’s the case, make sure you keep your word, don’t ever abandon it, don’t sell it for a lifetime. I don’t know how much yearly divided you get, but it sure wouldn’t be a problem to let you soak in a tub of booze."

The drunkard burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha, don’t worry, I’d never sell! I’ll be loyal to him forever! I’ll pass it down from generation to generation, to my son, to my grandson!"

Watching the befuddled fellow, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group said with a smile,

"Is that so? Hope you can stick to that. You’ll thank me in the future."