Julius Biden smiled as he sat in his office. He leaned back in his chair and balanced himself comfortably there, humming to himself.
"So far I've been able to sell a million and a half ancient coins. That's hundreds of millions of coins already, just in the past week, since I sold higher than the original market value," he calculated.
"If I subtract the money owed to Mr. Li Shel out of it, I still have billions left."
"It was a good idea not to tie any of this to the company itself. This way, I'll be able to earn even more than some royals will ever receive in their lifetime. At this rate, I could be even richer than the King," he laughed.
"I've made sure to shut the mouth of all my employees who even know about this remotely. Whether by force, or by using some leftover scraps from what I possess. No one can threaten my business as I stand now. Hehehehe," he chuckled.
