Dragon Hoard (Free E Book Story)
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dragon horde. A shift in my tail and several coins rattle down on the mound of gleaming treasure heaps of glimmering gold urns overflowing with silver precious gems in two handled cops. All these and more filled my cave, impressive in a sense, more wealth than many countries had at their disposal. But there was so much more out there, and nobody carried it around and coins anymore. Everyone had credit cards and bank accounts, and I couldn't get them on my own. I turned my attention to my current broker, this summary of the past quarter, which was encouraging not only because it showed a healthy profit I expected that he had taken his agreed upon 5% and not a penny more. This one was definitely smarter than his three predecessors. The spike in gold prices is definitely helped, he was saying. Are hostile takeovers are well in hand. I referred back to the figures none of them showed. 51% snorted a smoke ring to remind him the profit wasn't everything. I already had wealth, power was something else. You've just got to be a patient, he said. Adjusting his tie in is sent communicated sincerity along with the expected burst of fear. If we do this too fast, prices search and your net gain is lost of the shareholders may unite against you. If they see it happening, we're tryingto optimize your profit potential. I barely stopped myself from blowing another smoke ring. I hated business. Speak least I'd stopped his unnamed shatter about paradigm shifts and synergy. It was just a swell. I had turned my mind to other avenues. I want you to investigate currencies for me. He nodded. I was going to suggest it. There's nothing quite a satisfying. It's making money off of money, embellish this with more syllables and promised to bring me a plan. Next week. I spent the intervening time investigating venture capital investments and privately held companies, which were for sale out, right. Nothing there. There was selling for good reason, and I, for one, could read the death rattle in the neat columns of figures. And I wasn't about to risk money on gold mines in countries that allowed strikes at the appointed time, my broker returned to my cave and handed me his currency proposal. I gave it some serious attention. Interesting, creative and not who depended on hair trigger timing, although it went without saying he'd be watching it carefully. I like it. Your plan for the euro seems promising. He stood straighter, which was a relief. I liked them submissive, but cringing annoyed me, and I've worked up an idea for precious metals. I indicated a proposal on the left side of the antique walnut desk settled back. Is he read, scratching my shoulder against the particularly fine ruby in Crescent Goblet? Nothing settled a niche quite like Rubies. I mean myself a mental note to keep it back. During the next phase, my broker cleared his throat. It's elegant in its simplicity, but we cannot do this. Why not? Hadn't missed anything important when it came to money and centuries? Ah, plan of this magnitude flooding the market to depress the price of gold so we can buy up more. He took a deep breath and square the shoulders. I cannot do it. A plan like this could cause massive instability. Waters have started over less suppressed, a rumble of frustration. He was already afraid enough. This was the liability that came with an honest stockbroker. None of his predecessors would have hesitated very well. I will come up with a new plan. He turned to go when my flames enveloped his body. It was time for lunch anyway. Damn. Now I need to find an honest, unprincipled stockbroker.