At the moment of death, my brain evolved to 99%, and I saw the ultimate code of how the world operates.
The "capital killing lines" representing the life and death of wealth have since been suspended above the heads of every financial giant, power broker, and even the huge imperial machine. The numbers are beating, it's up to me to take them away.
While mediocre people are still chewing the residue of success studies that others have chewed, I am already in the cloud villa, sipping a century-old solitary wine, and running my fingertips through the top-secret information flow on the screen - the moodiness of some big shots is the prelude to the next three-billion-level shock in the market.
Short-selling, long-selling, rising, crashing... Global capital is just a real-time calculation game in the palm of my hand.
Revenge? That's the thinking of the chess piece.
My game is to be the only dealer. Write the final chapter for this rotten old set of rules.
Welcome to the era where I define the kill line.
Well written and very creative, I like it