/biz/ - Business & Finance

This, a bunch of 4channers tried to force it as /ourcoin/...

>>17774708
>sirgay having hetero sex
>disgusting
completely wrong pic

I am a racist and I hold Chainlink. And I know I'm not the only one. I first heard of this smartcontract middleware project when posting in Stormfront. We were brain-STORMING (pun intended) some ideas that we nazis could use to undermine women and minorities and some intelligent anon brought up investing in the project and became the most upvoted idea. What does Chainlink have to do, at all, with opressing women and minorities you may ask? Well, I will explain to you in a way even a pathetic, weak and stupid female would understand, so you better be grateful here:

Because of the inefficiency of modern day contract enforcement, generally dominated by slow and inefficient government owned courts, in the last decades modern society has seen a huge explosion in the number of people employed as white collar workers. The stereotypes about white collar workers, all of them, are absolutely true. They are lazy pieces of shit, doing non-essential make-work while browsing their phones, maybe doing an hour or two at most or real work in the entire day. This is the context in which women entered the "work"force in masse. Women can't do real jobs. Well, maybe 10% can do something useful, but most of you only strut around in air conditioned offices like you're the hottest shit in the world, while men still do 95% of the work.

So... what is going to happen to all that unnecessary administrative bloat? Thanks to our man Sergey Nazarov the days of you paper pushers, lawyers and other parasites are numbered. Within a decade all these jobs will almost be gone. Smart contracts will make all of you go back into the kitchen, where you should have always been because there won't be a Jew megacorp willing to waste its money in hiring you when NEET nodes will do it for a fraction of the price.

Chainlink, the currency for a bright future where women will be oppressed and niggers curb stomped into extermination!

HEIL FUCKING HITLER
LONG LIVE SERGEY NAZAROV, THE LEADER OF OUR REVOLUTION

>>17775065
Based

>>17774783
that’s a nico cosplaying tranny ofc

>Sergey is sitting in the board room of Exxon Mobil
>Ready to sign a contract which lets Exxon operate a node, and utilize LINK for smart contracts relating to the sale of oil
>Sergey twitches slightly to the side to pick up the pen
>He's ready to sign the document. This is it
>One of the two lower buttons on his shirt shoots out at Mach-4 speeds and hits the chairman of the board in the eye
>It shoots straight through his skull and ricochet through the room for what seems like an eternity
>After 40 seconds the button stops
>Sergey looks around, and his button killed nearly half the board of directors
>He quickly signs the documents and runs the fuck out of there
>Always prepared. Always sneakers

Before you buy, let me tell you a story.
I was visiting San Francisco to see one of my friends. We went to a strip club, and while I was there, I saw Sergey, surrounded by women. He was throwing tons of money at them, but not just bills. It was stacks upon stacks of $10,000, sealed up with the white paper bands, like he had just come straight from a bank.
I went up to him and congratulated him on the success of Chainlink as of late (this was about a month ago), and he started laughing. He took a hefty swig from a bottle of Dom Perignon, and said, "Yeah? You think I care, stinky?"
Confused, I asked what he meant, and said that he had obviously put a lot of work into LINK and he should be proud.
"I don't give two fucks about Chainlink, kid."
He was about to say something else but one of the strippers tapped him on the shoulder. Sergey pulled out from his pocket the biggest ziplock bag full of cocaine I've ever seen in my life. It looked like one of those gallon bags, almost bulging at the seams. The stripper ran off into a back room with it.
He then pulled out a Zippo lighter.
"You wanna know what I think about Chainlink?"
He picked up his bottle of champagne on the floor, pulled about 20 stacks of bills from a duffel bag, threw them on the floor, poured champagne all over them, flicked his Zippo, and dropped it onto the pile. Almost instantly the whole stack caught.
I stared at him, speechless.
"It's called a 'PUMP and DUMP,' kid."
He laughed as he watched the pile burn before losing interest and going into a back room with his entourage of strippers following carrying duffel bags full of what I assume was money and coke.
This is the man you are supporting by buying LINK.

>>17774708
ATH 9 days ago $5
Now $2.25

This was it. The culmination of decades of devotion leading up to this very moment. He exhaled calmly as he entered the room, it was just as busy as he had imagined, although that didn’t worry him anymore. He smirked to himself as he thought about how he used to struggle in front of crowds. Then he smirked remembering the meme of him smirking. “Those bastards didn’t miss a fucking thing” he thought. He regained his train of thought and dialled back in on the task in hand. He had gone over this moment in his head what seemed like seven-hundred-thousand times, over the years. He knew every detail of his plan and what needed to be executed. But what struck him, was that no one had noticed him walk into the room. He was the most wealthy man on the planet and was accustom to being recognised wherever he went yet not today. His disguise was holding up. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window and admired his plain black t-shirt and black baseball cap combo, coupled with black jeans and all black Chucks. It was his own little nod to Steve Jobs and it seemed to be working. The flannel was a dead giveaway in public, and he had really grown to hate it over the years anyway. He approached the front of the room, feeling empowered and confident in his new found anonymity, when he caught the gaze of a janitor in the wings. The janitor was staring at him intently whilst he gripped the handle of his mop. He noticed the janitors knuckles were white with the force he was gripping his mop with and was certain he had recognised him. He knew he should have shaved, how could he have been so brazen.

>>17775292
There was only one thing he felt was safe to do in order to get out of this situation so he just smiled kindly yet softly at the janitor. The janitors eyes tightened ever so slightly as a single tear gathered on the corner of his eye. The lone tear broke down the janitors cheek as he turned away and wheeled his mop bucket through a door and away. His heart was now racing. Had he been spotted? Everyone else seemed to not notice him at all. No, he must not deviate from the plan. He was now at the front of the room. A reasonably good looking woman was waiting there for him, she was dressed smartly and greeted him with a warm smile that a stranger uses. She didn’t know who he was. “Good afternoon, Sir! Welcome to McDonalds, what would you like to order?” He made his order and opted to have them take it to his table. Just like his plan had called for, he found the table in the quietest corner of the restaurant and using the WiFi code on his receipt he logged onto the network with his phone. He waited for the server to place his order down and thanked her with a smile. He didn’t want her to catch a glimpse of what he was about to do on his phone, even though she would probably have no idea. Those random words meant nothing to anyone but him. Yet they meant everything to everyone.

>>17774708
TOKEN
NOT
NEEDED

>>17775317
According to his plan, just like in his head he slid his phone to the side momentarily and turned his attention to the 7 Big Macs. He ate quickly and in quiet content as he observed the room from his little corner. He hadn’t felt happier than he did now since he went kayaking all those years ago. There is something magical about being out on the water than he just couldn’t describe. He took a sip of his drink, wiped his hands and picked up the phone and composed himself. He ran through every moment that had brought him to this point in time. All the hardship. All the success. He had reached the pinnacle only to be denied the view by the clouds. Still he was satisfied, he set out what he hoped to achieve. He opened up the CoinGecko app, and there proudly sat Chainlink atop the rankings. Each token was $346,567. It permeated every industry like a virus. Spread like wild fire. Just as he had imagined it would. Data is the new oil. He was right, he always knew he was from the beginning. It still gave him a pang of pride to see his creations thriving. He let out a deep breath and pulled his laptop and ledger out and connected them together and to the WiFi respectively. He went about the next few minutes on his laptop and hardware wallet with military precision, then he calmly shut the laptop, packed it away and left the restaurant. Just as when he entered, no one noticed. Or so he thought. A wave of pinging and notification bells started to sound from phones everywhere. The TV on the wall cut to a special news bulletin. The CEO of Chainlink had just market sold his whole developer wallet of tokens at the exact same time that the wallet belonging to Satoshi Nakomoto market sold all their Bitcoin. The world in a frenzy. And as that janitor approached the small table in the corner of the restaurant he seen something written on the receipt which was discarded between the Big Mac boxes... “ FUCK JANNIES”

scam sell right now

Linkies, linkies, all for me!
Should've listened, none for thee!
Living in your head rent free!
Swingie linkie swings from tree!

Now it's pumped, there's no hope,
All you do is mope and cope
Should've listened to the trope:
INVEST IN LINK OR INVEST IN ROPE!

>>17775292
Why does sergey over eat?