When it came to success, some people lacked ability, while others lacked only an opportunity.
Henk from the New Continent belonged to the latter.
It was obvious from the fact that he had sold "fake liquor" and trafficked arms that he had never been the settled sort.
And indeed, that was true.
From the moment he set foot in Settlement No. 1, he had been studying The Alliance's rules of the game. Even while working at the docks, he had never stopped.
However, he was not studying The Alliance's rules in hopes of finding some loophole that would make him rich overnight. He was doing it to avoid risks as much as possible and find policy resources he could exploit.
The greatest lesson he had learned from his first two ventures was that businesses based on trickery could never last.
He could win many times, but one loss would cost him everything.
But this time would be different.
He had found a legal and immensely profitable "business model."
Under his persuasion, Phily had established the first investment bank registered in Settlement No. 1—Phily Bank.
With those mountain-like piles of dinars as collateral, Mr. Phily had successfully secured the loan Henk had previously failed to obtain no matter what he did.
And they had obtained a full 22 million silver coins!
Including the 8 million silver coins Phily had originally held, Henk now controlled 30 million silver coins' worth of chips.
Putting all those chips on one table was, in a sense, another huge gamble.
On the cargo ship docked beside the pier, Phily watched the bank employees carrying crates, his face caught between joy and worry.
That was the wealth he had saved over half a lifetime.
He had intended to deposit it in a bank, yet somehow felt as