My Unconfirmed Meeting With The Illuminati (And What Happened Next)
Just after the new year, my mind was blown.
See, after Christmas and once we got back off the mountain…
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SIDE NOTE:
Barney is now officially in love with snowboarding and I am ruthlessly encouraging it for my own personal gain to try and go again before the years out:
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… I had a ‘do’ to attend.
See, one of my long-standing private clients sold his business.
Now in normal circumstances, a ‘do’ is my idea of hell.
But I as had helped him sell up, showing my face was mandatory.
So down to London, I went, and in the end, well…
This ‘do’ blew my mind.
See, I knew his office was in a fancy part of London… but fuck me… the private members club was another level!
If the Illuminati is real, then I swear blind some of them were in this room.
Billionaires, professors, and even politicians.
…. Put it this way, if Prince Willam had walked in, I would not have been shocked.
Truth is, I’m not one for an environment like that.
… And my cowboy boots on and a Pina Colada made me stand out like a sore thumb.
So what’s a man to do when he finds himself at a dinner with the great and the good?
Pump them for information.
Shamelessly.
Now, maybe lips were loose because the booze was flowing…
Or maybe because my NDA is tighter than a duck’s arse…
… But either way, my mind was blown.
In 6 hours I got more information, ideas, and tax tricks than a lifetime of courses could ever give.
Which is the point of this tale today and a big reminder of a universal truth of this new game:
Aim to be the stupidest man in the room in at least one area.
… It’s the only way to get access to where you want to be.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.
Charlie Hutton