Chapter 162: A Call Before Currilan

“Another boy walking a tightrope!” Hart could not help sighing.

Only Jorgreman knew what Hart meant. Over the past two years, things called “concepts” had grown hotter and hotter, and those investors in Bupain liked them very much.

Perhaps ninety-nine out of a hundred “concepts” would never be realized, but as long as one could be realized, it was enough to drive some people mad with investment in things that existed only as concepts. For instance, there was the “Sky Journey” that had once become a financial myth.

Someone had produced a pile of design drafts and claimed he had solved certain mechanical problems, and had even built a prototype capable of realizing mankind’s dream of soaring through the air.

Flying in the sky. That was probably the most impulsive thought people standing on the ground had every time they raised their heads and saw birds flying overhead. To fly freely through the blue sky like those birds must surely be a pleasant thing.

Now, people actually heard there was a chance they could fly in the sky. Add the prototype design drafts and a blurry “documentary” to that, and very soon the company raised over one hundred million dollars from society. Even after the initiator turned himself in, people still refused to believe it had been a fraud.

They preferred to believe it was persecution from magnates and capitalists. Those people wanted to monopolize the chance to fly, so they had manufactured this ending.

But the truth was that it really had been a fraud. The so-called prototype and that footage had both been faked. It was only that their level of forgery was higher than others, and with their grasp of people’s yearning for flight, they quickly harvested vast sums of money.

It was just that there had been too much money. Sometimes, when money reached a certain amount, it was not a good thing. At first, the initiator had only wanted to swindle a few million dollars. Then he would gradually announce to the outside world that his experiment had ultimately failed and that he had spent all the investors’ money, and could only shamefully declare bankruptcy.

But in reality, he would transfer the money away. After spending a period under bankruptcy protection, he could live happily under a new name.

Unfortunately, those designs of his fit too well with people’s restless pursuit of “freedom” in a rapidly swelling society. So capital kept joining in, and many ordinary people invested money in the project too.

If his earlier idea had been exposed, perhaps he would have sat in prison for a few years, or perhaps he would not even have needed prison. With only several million dollars involved, a few large crash scenes would have been enough to get by. After repeated failures, no one would have continued investing.

But more than one hundred million dollars was different. When he calmed down from the violently expanding figure, he finally realized just how much trouble he had created. This might make him sit in prison for the rest of his life, with even his coffin after death buried beneath the prison.