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Now, don’t get me wrong. The market reaction was faster than a toddler running toward a chocolate cake. Stocks shot up, and the Nikkei was like that overzealous friend who can’t stop talking about their latest workout routine-just gaining and gaining. But while equities were partying, Bitcoin found itself on the sidelines, nervously sipping a flat soda.

Bitmine, that technological wonderland nurtured by the genius of Tom Lee, has once again swept another 20,000 ETH into its coffers. This comes hot on the heels of its previous binge where over 40,000 ETH were acquired at a jaw-dropping valuation of around $117 million. Surely, one could write a soap opera about such extravagant spending!

In the parlor of headlines, a man with a loud voice spoke of giants and Dow numbers as if the street corner were a grand battlefield. President Trump kept talking of a Dow at a hundred thousand, while futures crept upward on Monday morning as if they were stubborn horses fooled by a carrot. Meanwhile, the gold market seems to have found its swagger again, pulling itself back toward a legend of five thousand dollars an ounce, and silver, ever the second fiddle, tiptoes back to eighty. The numbers rise and fall like a flock of birds that can’t decide whether to roost or fly away.

Ah, but what is this diversification? A mere shuffle of assets, or a grand gambit? The sages of the market, those soothsayers of spreadsheets, declare it a flight to the exotic-to the digital gold of Bitcoin and its kin. The Red Dragon, it seems, has developed a taste for the unpredictable, a flirtation with the anarchic. While the dollar, once the unchallenged monarch of currencies, now watches with the weary eyes of a deposed king, China strides forth, a jester in the court of global finance, juggling risk and reward with a grin that says, “Who needs stability when you can have adventure?” And so, the world holds its breath, for when the dragon dances, the earth trembles.