- Chapter1-
On a clear sky night, the moon light found its way to a dimly lighted room on the top floor of a skyscraper. The moon light rays reflected by the heavy smoke from cigars that were rolled by a 7 year old Cuban boy. Nothing in that room paralleled the heavy smoke except for the smug on the faces of the creatures that reside such high places.
One of them proudly smirking while looking at his peer as they enjoy the cigar that he procured while shouting "you know, you will never find such good cigars anywhere! that is the result of thousands of trials and errors! I have acquired 100 of those Cubans and finally found the perfect Cigar maker".
The other replies: that's not what i came here for, Ariel. I'm interested in this new internet money unicorn! they are telling me we cant get. enough of it without people like Yael taking notice. so whatcha got for me?
Ariel: you worry too much Simon, I know exactly how to get those people who are obsessed with it like religious zealots to let go. I have this math PhD who would sell his 6 year old daughter for some clout! he said while laughing hysterically as he has already bought that girl years ago. "we will make him join those religious zealots and appeal to them by his own 'maths' when is the time to exchange their internet money.
Simon replies, and how are you sure that would work? he will promote some new fugazi model that predicts the price, also promote another service where the internet money can be borrowed against, whoever lends it loses after the crash and panic we can make easily, the other will sell at $1 M a coin, only! they will sell for. one million of what I wipe my non-gentile ass with!
-CHAPTER 1 END-
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