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Ross’s cut from the commission fees was now averaging $10,000 a day and growing higher—<br />
quite literally—by the hour. In reality Ross’s wealth was doubling and tripling every few weeks as<br />
the exchange rate for Bitcoins rose. If Ross had $100,000 in one of his Bitcoin accounts on Monday, it<br />
could be worth as much as $200,000 by Friday without his doing a thing. If VJ’s predictions were<br />
correct, in a bear case Ross could personally be making $100 million a year by 2014. In a bull case,<br />
if the current value of Bitcoins continued to grow as it had been doing, he could be making ten times<br />
that in no time at all.<br />
But the pile of digital money introduced a whole new set of problems. Besides the issue of<br />
turning it into cash—and doing so without the tax man finding out—more money meant more<br />
customers, and that brought a slew of issues. There were the rampant conflicts on the site between<br />
dealers and buyers, slowing servers overloaded with new visitors, and a lot more attention from law<br />
enforcement.<br />
“All that money won’t be worth much if we’re behind bars,” Ross wrote to VJ as they discussed<br />
the site’s vertiginous growth and the anxiety that came with it—anxiety that Ross knew he had to take<br />
ahold of, or it would take ahold of him, inevitably leading to a mistake. A mistake was the surest way<br />
to be caught. And being caught was the absolute last thing Ross, VJ, or the tens of thousands of people<br />
now buying and selling on the site wanted.<br />
“We need . . . contingencies,” VJ argued, “and a plan.”<br />
So with Variety Jones’s guidance, Ross came up with just that: a plan.<br />
First and foremost, Ross would leave Australia and go home. Traveling had given him some<br />
much-needed perspective, but months on the road had also given him a whole new set of worries. At<br />
first he had found solace and comfort staying with his sister in Australia. He fell in love with the<br />
idyllic climate and the fun that came with that, including being battered around by the Bondi Beach<br />
waves. With no day job to tie him down, Ross had soon set out for a month jaunting around Asia.<br />
Looking just like every other backpacker trekking through the islands around the Pacific Ocean, he<br />
stayed in youth hostels and ate noodles from roadside vendors. The only difference between him and<br />
the throwaway friends he met along the way was that they were mostly broke college students<br />
exploring the world before they moved back to America or Europe to get a job and settle down.<br />
Whereas Ross was surreptitiously running the biggest drug-dealing Web site in the world and was<br />
personally worth millions of dollars.<br />
Blending in had been easy, with his scarce belongings and scraggly hair. That was, until<br />
something went wrong on the site.<br />
Ross had been left with no choice but to try running the Silk Road from Internet cafés and<br />
glacially slow Wi-Fi hot spots across Asia, which meant every single time he had to check the site<br />
there were dozens of prying eyes to peer over his shoulder. This meant that in the middle of<br />
conversations he would tell his employees he had to relocate.<br />
“I’m going to move location,” he wrote, “brb.”<br />
“Moving location.”<br />
“I don’t like this spot anymore.”<br />
“Gotta move, I’ll be right back.”<br />
“Changing location.”<br />
Sometimes he would just slam his laptop shut if someone caught a glimpse of his computer<br />
screen. Then he would scurry away (hopefully) unnoticed. But often he didn’t have any choice but to