Join the new world

apologies for a poor translation...


In the morning I sit in my sofa, have myself a Cohiba cigar, sip coffe with little Hennessy Richard Cognac in it ($2999.99 each), purely for blood circulation, I open my company management page, fire a few workers with bad health, buy some raw materials for further production, apologise to workers for lowering their salaries again, then I collect the moneys, and I'm off to my training with Lana. One have to keep his body in good shape, because that Napoleon guy plays some awsome tennis. After a sweatty party of tennis I let my driver take care of my sports gear, packs it into expensive sports Louis Vuitton bag, and I'm off to Spa center and a hot bath and Finnish sauna, a little light swimming, a massage... for lunch I usually visit Naples where the best spaghetti are served, then spend the stormy night in discotheques of Barcelona (ouff, that foam party is tops), or rafting in Ada, depends on the mood...



And so, on one ordinary morning I open up my company page to pick up money, when I notice there's ony 3 GBP on the accounts. Ihh, if that haven't gotten me a heart attack... Price of raw materials went up, prices of products at the market dropped drastically, immediately I set my worker's wages to minimum, but still there's only 3.5 GBP on the accounts. No can do. I fire my choffeur, like, I'll drive the limo myself, no sweat. Napoleon calls me for tennis party, I find some excuse being sick, I spend whole day at the market place, but nothing.
Prices drop further. No wonder, when that wheasel dropped 300 more products on the market again. Now what's that, people don't seem to buy that cheap products, how are they gonna buy mine at the real prices? Aouff, what am I going to do now?
I telephone this and that, I even call the president... nothing.
I sit down and think, phoey this capitalism, and it's market laws, and healthy competition, phoey.
I put out a big ad at Economic Journal, call to all business owners that we'd form our syndicate, so we could dictate market conditions, prices, so we'd order citizens to buy, even if they'd have to sell their newly bought houses, just buy... I chase the state to purchase my surplus products, I'm whining and begging, dear president, I'm going to bankrupcy here. The state sends me some economy advisers, doing some calculations, I don't understand half of it. They say now I have to employ ME at my company, to set myself a minimum wage, to follow the stock exchange to convert gold at the proper moment, to run aroud the world bother with black markets dealing with suspicious guys in search for cheap raws, to calculate my expanses, to limit my personal expanses...

Nowadays I work at my company from the early morning on, I spend afternoons looking for cheap raws, and I watch over the stock markets deep into the night. I drink ordinary coffee, have given up whiskey some time ago now, I sure roll my own cheap tobacco cigarettes. I wave to Napoleon through my window as he goes to play tennis, I greet my workers as they end their shift. Come to think of it, it would all be different if they'd joined that bloody syndicate then... or if we'd gotten that high iron resources already... uff, the electricity is going up now, I'l have to switch off...

Oh, dear...


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