1 One coin. It always was. (1/2)

”There are three classes that dominate the world.”

In any age and any field, the rulers were fixed.

”One, talented bastards. Two, golden spoonbills. Three, lucky ones.”

Those who are gifted with natural talent, those who are rich enough to spend and never dry up, and those who are lucky and full of luck.

The reality was that only they could rule the world.

The reality was the cold-blooded reason.

”And the three of them don't fight well and get along well.”

What's more horrendous was that these three classes didn't get to hit each other very much.

The talented used to get along with the rich and build their own fences.

And the lucky ones were lucky enough to get into their fences where others couldn't get in even if they begged.

”No matter what you do, you can't change the place where those people are settled and become the dead.”