Note for future me: I'm writing all of this in mid-November because I feel bad about not writing a thing during my VA trip.
The truth, Ravikant knew, was that the country didn't appreciate any honest dealers, they respect the cheats, the corrupt, and the wily. And Ravikant would become one now, he would show them. No country would be able to take his money away, no matter what, no cabal of bankers could block payments, it was untouchable, no matter what. He took a long sip of the tea and opened up his laptop. He checked his bankaccount, making sure he had the available money in cash. He initiated the payments, and pressed enter. He sent a quick message to one of the boys who'd set up the contact. He responded immediately, and in a matter of minutes, his online account was credited with equivalent amount in dollar-equivalent, internationally-accepted assets.
The numbers kept going up and up and up. Ravikant had to stop himself from checking the numbers, because they were so good. The returns were ludicrous. His wealth had doubled in a year, without him so much as touching it.
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