Financing 1

The elevator shot him and her into a very elegant French restaurant in New York City. About them were dark skies and bright stars. He was feeling very tired. Keep on moving. Keep on moving. Locomotion. "How do you do, Mr. Stevens." "How do you do, Mr. Jang?" What is he all about? Angel investor? There are no angel investors. What's his angle? "And what is the name of your lovely companion?" "Her name is Bob McEvans. She is the chief of marketing." I ordered a medium price bottle of wine and waited for the waiter to serve it. Should I start with a joke? Would he reveal anything? Freud and the unconscious and jokes. Could I find out what his humiliation was? "I don't want to waste your time, Mr. Jang. We are very skeptical about any ventures into Alternative Fuel. MIT has been working on that for Ages. There seems to be no solution to the problem of radiation."  "Mr. Stevens, I have already solved the problem of nuclear fuel," Bob looked at him rather curiously. Was he serious? "You've solved the problem that has riddled so many brilliant people for many many years?" "Yes. There is a model car that runs on nuclear fuel. You only need to put one pint of the fuel and it runs for one entire year." Mr. Stevens drank some wine. He seemed to loosen up a little bit. Mr. Jang wondered if there were any giveaways. Was he a pedophile? What was his secret? His body expressed what he repressed, but there was literally nothing that Mr. Jang could make of his body language. "May I see this car?" "Yes." "Before we progress. how much funding do you have already?" "Coca-Cola, Private Donors, and my own private wealth.... $10,000,000,000. We are already building a university which will charge $1,000,000 a year for tuition except for our stockholders who get to attend it for free." "$1,000,000 a year? Who would attend?" "Our motto is brains, wealth, and emotion. Our mission statement: Create Simple Products that conceal a monstrous complexity." "And you are the brains behind this operation?" "Yes?" "So may I drive the car?" "We would have to fly to California." " I would like to see this car." The car was named the Hydroplex 325i. It was supposed to resemble Brancusi's bird but not quite. It was really a beautiful car to behold. "May I see the engine?" I opened the hood. So that is where the gas goes? "How does the car run?" "Thermodynamics?" Mr. Stevens entered the car and started the engine. It was very quiet. He stepped on the accelerator and it began to hum slowly. 600 miles per hour. He felt that he was flying and not really driving. "Why have you shown this to me? Do you know what a disturbance such a vehicle will create in the stockmarket?" "I intend to keep it a secret for now." "That would be wise. We will be willing to give you $1,000,000,000. But we are businessmen. We want $10,000,000,000 in 10 years." "Done."