Episode 273: War of Money (1)
Sinclair said as if he had suddenly remembered.
“really. Would you like to ask your brother to join you?”
An exclamation mark appeared above Dolores’s head.
There is only one person in the entire academy that Sinclair calls his older brother.
Bikir.
Dolores pictured Vikir’s face in her mind.
The first thing that comes to mind is an image represented by bangs, glasses, and an expressionless face.
Attitude, behavior, and tone of voice that seem uninterested in the world. However, Dolores has had quite a few twists and turns with Bikir so far.
When I volunteered at an orphanage, during festivals, during university leagues… … .
In the end, Dolores’ ears burned red as the memories reached even the accident (?) that occurred at a drinking party.
She lowered her head for a moment, burying herself in the paperwork, then finally regained her composure.
“… … Is that friend interested in this too?”
Sinclair answered Dolores’ question with a bright expression.
“yes. Bikir hyung is also very good at this. I read all the newspapers of all newspapers every day, so I know how society works, and lately, I seem to be very interested in the economy. For example, trade with Native Americans. And I read all the economic newspapers from a very long time ago, and the enthusiasm is really great!”
“that’s right! There’s nothing I can’t hide. It will definitely be of great help! In fact, he is a friend that I can depend on psychologically just by being by my side.”
Piggy nodded in agreement with Sinclair.
After thinking for a moment, Dolores nodded.
If it was Bikir’s level of personality and skill, it seemed that he could be trusted without having to go through a test.
“Then, when you meet Vikir later, can you tell me something? I want you to join our temporary club.”
“yes!”
Sinclair and Piggy nodded.
“Hyung-ah comes to the library often, so I should talk to him when I meet him while I am a librarian.”
“Yes, yes. Or you can talk to me later tonight since I’m in the same room as Vikir. It’s hard to see Bikir’s face at school these days.”
“Ah, that’s right~ Hyung, I don’t know where you’re running around like that these days. Piggy oppa is in the same room, so do you know anything?”
“no. I also applied for night self-study at night, so I often go to my room late. When I entered, I almost collapsed and fell asleep, so I barely paid attention.”
The two talk about Bikir’s recent situation.
Dolores left the two behind and rose from her chair for a moment.
“Guys. I’ll get some data in a minute. I left something at the student council.”
“yes! Bye!”
Sinclair and Piggy respond briskly.
Dolores left the classroom and walked down the hallway.
When you are walking for a long time, making plans for the future in your head.
“What?”
Dolores found a familiar person in front of the lobby of the main building on the first floor, where the post office is located, near the vending machines.
Bikir. A face that is hard to see these days.
He was walking with a mountain of letters and delivery boxes in his arms that seemed to have just been received from the post office.
“… … Bikir?”
When Dolores called involuntarily, Vikir turned to her.
There were so many letters and courier boxes she was hugging that it seemed difficult to even turn her head.
Dolores asked cautiously.
“hmm. can you help me It looks heavy.”
“it’s okay. It is lighter than it looks.”
“… … If so.”
Coincidentally, Bikir and Dolores were going in the same direction.
The two walked down the aisle without speaking to each other for several minutes.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Strangely, there was no one in the hallway that day.
Dolores, slightly uncomfortable at the awkward silence, spoke first.
“Are there a lot of letters and couriers? Have you ordered anything?”
“There is nothing.”
“… … Then what is it all about?”
“I don’t know either. These were from other schools, but I got a call from the post office asking me to pick them up.”
Bikir also seemed unaware of the identity of the letters and courier boxes.
“Where can I take a look?”
“Please.”
After asking Bikir’s permission, Dolores looked through the letters and courier boxes.
“Perfume, skin lotion, shoes, belt, hat, sunglasses, shirt, bag, fountain pen, necktie, wallet, sneakers, hairpin… … oh my god. Artifacts that were sold as prizes in the college league are also included. And what else is this? Isn’t that the wagon key?”
On the outside of the delivery box, various stickers indicating the contents were attached.
And most of the senders were similar.
<To Bikir>
<With love ♥>
<-All fans of Themiscyra->
<These horses and carriage are my personal tribute!>
<-PS. B*sa*mo Chairman Merlini Lovegood->
99% of the letters and parcels were sent from Themiscyra Women’s College.
(The remaining 1% were from Varangian)
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“… … That’s a huge gift. Are you popular?”
“I have no place to put it, but it’s just a headache.”
Dolores thought it was a bit unlucky on the inside, but in reality Vikir seemed to be quite at a loss as to what to do with these things, so that’s why.
“A handsome man must be tired.”
Dolores said in passing without much thought.
I was just saying what I really thought.
at that time.
Bikir’s answer came back.
“I am not handsome. People around you are just different.”
For Bikir, who had lived with a scarred face all his life before returning, it was a natural answer in a way.
However, Dolores, who had no way of knowing such a fact, said it as if it were absurd.
“… … What kind of face do you say that? Humility is deceit at that point.”
“It’s just embarrassing to hear that from a senior.”
Bikir answered in a hard voice once again.
Hearing that, Dolores paused for a moment.
‘what? now this… … ?’
Bikir’s words were clearly words of praise for the other person’s appearance.
Suddenly, Dolores remembered what had happened at the festival not too long ago.
‘really. On the way there, I saw a pretty girl in the tavern’s tent, staring at you. What are you doing?’
‘Are you referring to student council president Dolores?’
When Bikir was asked about a ‘pretty female student’, he picked Dolores without hesitation.
Moment.
… Fire!
The pinna of her ear burned red.
Is that why? Dolores changed the topic in an exceptionally urgent tone.
“That, that, come to think of it, Bikir! Are you interested in mock investing?”
Earlier, Piggy and Sinclair said they were asking, but since we met here now, it seemed like a good idea to ask.
Bikir thought for a moment and then asked again.
“… … Are you talking about this tournament?”
“huh. I want to participate too. I even created a temporary club. Of course I’m not alone, Piggy and Sinclair are together. If you are also interested… … .”
But Bikir shook his head.
“Because I don’t have enough time, I have no intention of doing any club activities other than the newspaper club.”
Dolores felt sorry for those words.
In fact, she was also thinking that it would be nice if Bikir could be with her.
But there was no reason to be sad. In the first place, the club is a self-choice.
I was grateful that he worked diligently at the newspaper department even though he was busy.
‘okay. Because I have a night hound.’
Dolores greeted Bikir with a bit of regret.
“I am this way from here.”
“then.”
At the fork in the road, Dolores headed the other side of Vikir.
Bikir bowed to Dolores and headed towards the dormitory.
at that time.
“Seniors.”
Dolores, who turned around, was suddenly called by Vikir.
When she turns her head with a puzzled expression, she sees Bikir looking this way.
Before long, Bikir’s mouth opened.
“… … Good luck.”
sudden cheers.
A small smile forms on Bikir’s lips and fills Dolores’ eyes.
“uh? uh uh go, thank you you also.”
Dolores raised her fists in involuntary embarrassment.
The ears protruding from the hair were slightly redder than before.
* * *
About 3 weeks have passed since then.
Dolores, Piggy, and Sinclair were huddled together in an empty classroom, sitting in a circle toward the center of the table.
“… … oh my god.”
Everyone is looking at you with a blank expression.
It was an enormous pile of money and gold coins.
In less than three weeks, the Oracle investment club made a huge amount of money.
Unconditional 1st place. There is no need to look at the results of the competition.
“Ji, you are really great, Chairman! This is my first time touching money!”
“How can you be so resourceful… … I couldn’t have imagined!”
Piggy and Sinclair looked back at Dolores with distraught looks.
However, Dolores, who led the Oracle, was also making a blank expression as if she had no sense of reality.
‘I just did as the Night Hound said… … .’
Dolores recalled the past not long ago.
At first, the Night Hound gave orders to Dolores.
‘Choose only about 10,000 people with thin ears among those who have made their name in the financial world.’
‘… … And?’
‘Send a letter to half of 5,000 people saying that ‘OO stock’ will rise tomorrow. And send a letter to the remaining 5,000 people stating that ‘OO stock’ will drop tomorrow.’
Dolores moved quickly.
It was both manpower and expensive to deduce a list of characters, and to write letters to all of them individually.
Piggy, who is good at collecting and analyzing information, made a list of people in the business world, and Sinclair, who is good at secretarial and office work, was in charge of sending a total of 10,000 letters.
… … And in fact, the next day, ‘OO stock’ went up in value.
Then the Hound of the Night gave the following command.
Divide the 5,000 people who sent prediction letters saying that the stock price of ‘OO stock’ will rise yesterday, and send 2,500 people a letter saying that the stock price of ‘XX stock’ will rise tomorrow. And send a letter to the remaining 2,500 people stating that ‘XX stock’ will drop tomorrow.’
The next day, ‘XX stock’ fell in value.
The Night Hound issued a similar order this time.
Divide the 2,500 people who sent prediction letters saying that the stock price of ‘XX stock’ will fall yesterday, and send 1,250 people a letter saying that the stock price of ‘YY stock’ will rise tomorrow. And send a letter to the remaining 1250 people stating that ‘YY stock’ will drop tomorrow.’
It was the same the next day. ‘YY’ shares rose in value.
The Hound of Night issued the same order as expected.
Divide the 1,250 people who sent prediction letters saying that the stock price of ‘YY stock’ will rise yesterday, and send 625 people a letter saying that the stock price of ‘LL stock’ will rise tomorrow. And send a letter to the remaining 625 people stating that ‘LL stock’ will drop tomorrow.’
This kind of work was repeated over and over again.
Just as stocks tend to go up or down, the predictions of the Oracle Investment Club have been half-successful over and over again.
After a week or so, the state had about 30 or so people to send forecast letters to.
And by that time, the Oracle investment club had been visited by a huge number of people.
“Hey, are you here!? Is this the Oracle!?”
“I heard you guessed whether the stock price would rise or fall for 7 days in a row!”
“After all, it’s a prestigious university, so something is different!”
“Do you think this is a place where tweezers stock geniuses gather!”
“please! Please give me my money!”
“I sold my house and everything! I really want to invest!”
.
.
I can’t believe it because I’ve been guessing the stock price for a week in a row.
Those who received the letter until the end had already become Oracle fanatics and were showing tremendous blind faith.
The number of people who gathered seemed to have even spread word of mouth around them.
In the first place, when the investment forecast letter flew in, those who received the wrong letter quickly forgot the name Oracle, and those who got it right became interested.
Investors gathered in this way were unaware that they were randomly selected people.
At that point, the Night Hound threw the odds.
‘Tell them to double their property and receive the investment money.’
Dolores did just that.
The Hound of the Night, who received the collected investment money, invested it in a trading company run by a merchant named ‘Xindi Wendy’.
It is a company that trades with the natives of the western jungle, but the risk is high as the profit is high, so people do not invest well.
And the Night Hound was a huge success.
Xindi Wendy succeeded in the 3rd trade and distributed a huge amount of dividends to investors.
‘Did you tell me? I have a friend with a lot of money.’
At the words of the night hound, Dolores simply opened her mouth in a daze.
At most, I thought I would get or borrow money from a friend with a lot of money.
This was a result far beyond her imagination.
Piggy and Sinclair admired the tower of wealth piled up like a heap.
“I didn’t know that the chairman would be so bright about investing! If this fact is known to the outside world, perhaps the commercial law of the empire will change. ha ha ha!”
“also. If this is the case, the bourgeoisie will have no choice but to show interest and then jump in with tabi.”
How much money you earn is important, but how you earn it is also important.
The students of the academy raised a huge amount of investment money in a witty way (a little bit fraudulent) by collecting their money and raised a huge profit rate by operating it again.
The results were shocking, and there was nothing suspicious about the process.
Truly ingenious creativity, sparkling talent!
Who wouldn’t want to meet these young investment geniuses!
Indeed, the bourgeoisie had no choice but to drool.
“… … .”
Seeing Piggy and Sinclair delighted, Dolores smiled lightly.
A one-shot fight using insider information after recruiting fanatics with a trick (?). This isn’t something you’ve done once or twice… … .’
It is still too early to rejoice or be surprised.
The plan was just entering the middle stage.
operational forces.
A blade aimed at the bourgeoisie, the king of the financial world.
‘… … What the hell are you doing?’
Dolores began to wonder more and more about the identity of the night hound.
