Chapter 61
Chapter 61
Chapter 061 of the Black-Haired Investor Awakened as a Superhuman
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It was something that wouldn't be good to be known by Shiva and Sword.
So, after work, I ran the Sandwich Bot at home.
But the more I look at it, the cuter it is.
I even gave this guy, who is just a chunk of code floating on the Ethereum Chain, a name.
A guy who wanders around on his own and diligently scrapes together Ethereum.
'Since it's a Sandwich Bot, the name is... Sand.'
For now, it was moving with $500,000.
Of course, I was confident that I could surpass him by far if I invested directly.
Nevertheless, the only reason I released him on the Ethereum Chain was automation.
He doesn't rest.
Whether I'm sleeping, eating, or in a meeting.
Sand silently roams the Ethereum Chain, looking for opportunities.
And even now, he's come back with a bite of freshly baked cookie-like Ethereum.
[ 📦 (Sand) Sandwich Bot1 | Completed
Target TX: 0x8a...dd74
Gas Used: - 0.00621 ETH
Profit: +0.1713 ETH
Status: Confirmed | Block: #10128321]
'+0.1713 ETH'
The best harvest so far.
It would be frustrating for Ethereum miners who are burning their graphics cards to mine.
A mere chunk of code is earning Ethereum.
Come to think of it, Tether, as viewed by the Federal Reserve Bank, was exactly like this.
But that's the rule of the world that will unfold in the future. Those who work hard with shovels are left behind, and those who penetrate the system dominate the game.
"Good job, Sand."
I smiled as I looked at the monitor.
And ethics?
What a joke.
This is still a gray area. This is normal in the Blockchain World.
Whether Sand snatches Ethereum from miners or profits by jumping ahead of transactions.
It's just part of a lawless game.
Above all, this Blockchain World is driven by players who voluntarily jumped in knowing full well what it is.
Those who whine can't even set foot here in the first place.
As evidence, the player Sand attacked just now earned 170 Ethereum in a single transaction.
A profit of over $30,000.
The transaction Sand targeted only nibbled at a very small portion of that profit.
That's how a small pet came into my quiet house today.
As I was picturing him running around busily.
My phone rang.
[ Looking forward to tomorrow's meeting. ]
It was Barry Silbert of Digital Currency Group.
* * *
The next day.
Logan, who came to find me, even took on the role of driver.
It wasn't intentional. But it was an extension of his security duties, so I didn't bother to stop him.
After all, given the expensive allowance he was paid, it wouldn't be strange for a few drives to be included.
"Training will be available in two days. The members are coming from all over."
With those words, Logan's Toyota vibrated violently and left Wall Street.
We were going to 6th Avenue in Midtown Manhattan.
Right there, where the Cryptocurrency empire is being secretly built.
"If there are any matters that need to be notified in advance, would you let me know now?"
Even though it was just accompanying me to a business meeting, his attitude was overly serious.
He was more like a military aide right before being deployed on a mission than a bodyguard helping with the client's daily tasks.
'I guess he needs to know where we're going.'
I said.
"DCG is a venture capital firm that operates in the Cryptocurrency industry. It's a powerful place in that industry. Right now, I'm going to meet the head of that DCG."
"So, Cryptocurrency is Bitcoin... is that right?"
"That's right."
Logan hesitated. Then, unable to bear it, he finally opened his mouth.
"I heard the government doesn't like Bitcoin. They say it's garbage used by criminals."
"That's what it looks like on the surface, but in reality, it looks like a rebellion."
"A rebellion... I see."
Logan's eyes became even more serious.
It seemed to him that I, who had received orders from the shadow government, was on my way to dismantle the Cryptocurrency world.
That would be a completely absurd delusion.
But his serious atmosphere, which naturally made the person next to him nervous, wasn't all that bad. It was something I needed.
A moderate sense of tension.
'If you rely only on your brain and act recklessly, you can get knocked out in one shot.'
Soon, the Toyota entered the bustling streets of Midtown.
Even though all of New York was frozen by the pandemic, it was somewhat reassuring that Midtown was still pulsing.
I didn't want to see New York completely dead because of the virus that China had unleashed.
Even if it made me money.
"How should I handle the security?"
Logan asked as the DCG headquarters building came into view.
"Just check if there's anyone tailing us, like now."
There was no way I wouldn't notice his sharp eyes, which were constantly checking the rearview mirror and side mirrors.
In an instant, Logan flinched like Shiva yesterday morning.
His hand seemed to stiffen slightly on the steering wheel, but soon returned to his usual taciturn expression.
He chose silence over excuses.
And we arrived.
* * *
「 Drop Gold 」
An advertisement with the message to abandon gold and buy Bitcoin was filling the large display in the lobby.
Even while New York was stopped by Corona, Grayscale of DCG did not stop its bold campaign.
Even if the world stops, money doesn't stop.
And the reason why they are playing last year's advertisement now is probably to convey the message that Bitcoin doesn't stop either.
The campaign that started last year was still burning in the midst of the pandemic.
It is actually having a considerable effect.
As the golden gold bar broke and turned into the Bitcoin logo, people from DCG were seen coming down.
"I'll be waiting in the car. If any risk factors are detected..."
"Give me a call."
As soon as he heard my answer, Logan gave a short salute and left.
'But why a salute?'
A pretty serious one, too.
A much brighter voice flew into the spot where Logan had left.
"If you had contacted us, we would have come to pick you up."
Barry Silbert came down with five key DCG personnel, including a striking beauty.
I recognized her at a glance.
Like a Barbie doll born as a human, the ideal type that Americans can't help but love.
This blonde beauty must be DCG's most prized mercenary.
Lobbyist Sloan.
A person who would be more suited to Washington DC was here this year.
"Have we met before?"
Sloan, who noticed my gaze, asked without hesitation.
Last year, when I was at Goldman Sachs.
I was lucky enough to participate in the 'Washington Power Network Analysis' session.
A research position to not only look at the numbers, but also to see the hands shaking the numbers from the outside.
Goldman Sachs had such unofficial sections regularly. At the time I participated, Sloan was one of the key lobbyists highlighted there.
At the time, it ended with just the lobbyist Sloan herself.
But now I know.
Fragments of memories came to mind and coalesced into one conclusion.
Buzz!—
The position I thought was a section analyzing Washington's power was actually just a celebration party to pay Sloan a huge bonus.
She worked for Goldman Sachs last year.
"I heard a lot about your reputation when I was at Goldman."
Sloan wore a similar smile to the one I saw in the picture.
But in the smile, there was also a bit of audacity and some fatigue, now that a year had passed.
It's probably because of the Securities and Exchange Commission, which constantly threatens the Cryptocurrency industry.
'It's this woman's role to handle that, but it won't be easy.'
Sloan said.
"Still, I feel energized that you recognize me. Thank you, Mr."
Anyone could see that this first meeting couldn't be more heartwarming.
To them, I was the white knight who would lead their world from the darkness to the world of light.
And the gem I discovered was also something that only shines within their world.
There's no more perfect start than when each other's interests align.
"Welcome to DCG."
Barry Silbert extended his hand for a handshake. Sloan gave a soft smile next to him.
Of course, I know that there are many calculations hidden inside.
* * *
I thought about it.
How did I get here?
I was now tilting a wine glass with Sloan.
There were a wine bottle and two glasses on the table.
The lights of Midtown faintly permeated through the window, and jazz music was playing inside.
Sloan was slightly disheveled.
Unlike her perfect image in the conference room, that appearance was quite human, and the neckline revealed between her blonde hair kept catching my eye.
It's only natural.
The fact that two young men and women are having wine alone until this time is like making an implicit promise to spend the night together next.
I had already smiled and signed the contract with Barry Silbert.
Now that the negotiations between DCG and AlphaMind have come to an end.
There was no reason for Sloan to offer her body. Even thinking about it seemed to insult her, so I shook my head inwardly.
It seemed that we were fond of each other's passion. That passion must have brought us here tonight.
Taking a sip of wine, Sloan's red lips opened again.
"Hyunwoo was also there last year."
I nodded.
That's right. To be exact, I was still a Goldman employee until the end of January this year, before Corona broke out.
We were continuing to talk about the House Budget Committee hearing of Treasury Secretary Steve Mnuchin, which took place last April.
About how Sloan protected Steve Mnuchin for Goldman.
"I was too busy then, so I didn't care whether Secretary Mnuchin was harassed by the Democrats or not. As you know, I was just a prop trader."
"Still, there's no way someone who crunches numbers at Goldman wouldn't know. Everyone was nervous then."
The upper floors were very sensitive because they were worried that the market would be shaken if Trump's tax returns were released.
At the time, I only knew it by the atmosphere.
Sloan was opening up to me.
I could read her cute desire to brag about her achievements.
Nevertheless, when I didn't match the same rhythm, Sloan showed a slightly sulky attitude.
"Then aren't you really curious about how I saved Mnuchin?"
"You would have partnered with two congressmen, Kevin McCarthy and Tom Cole."
"……?"
Sloan's eyes widened. I continued.
"McCarthy, as the House Republican Leader, needed a shield to block the Democrats' offensive.
With the issue of Trump's tax returns breaking out, it was obvious that the Democrats would corner Secretary Mnuchin at the hearing. So, McCarthy needed a strong counterattack to protect the party."
My brain was drawing it as if I had witnessed it myself at the time.
"And Cole is a veteran with a long career on the Budget Committee, so he's the perfect person to refine the logical basis for protecting Secretary Mnuchin.
If it were me, I would have provided each of them with a customized strategy to target them."
The smile disappeared from Sloan's face, which had been maintaining a smile all along.
When I had fully explained that customized strategy.
Sloan was right next to me from across the table, leaning her face on my shoulder. Her warmth was subtly conveyed along with the scent of wine.
She kept looking at me with surprised eyes and asked.
"I thought Hyunwoo... didn't have any experience in Washington?"
Then, with eyes full of admiration, she continued.
"You've never worked in Washington, have you? But how can you pinpoint it so accurately? Even sitting down right away? That's hard even for a pro like me..."
Her voice was filled with sincere admiration.
"I'm jealous. Hyunwoo, you seem to have so many hidden talents."