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He was now running a real business. He had almost a dozen employees rewriting code,<br />
monitoring the forums, and dealing with support issues. Variety Jones was by his side helping to steer<br />
the ship, and Ross was starting to comprehend that the Silk Road was going to be bigger than anything<br />
he had ever imagined. More important, Ross had recently had an epiphany that this—this Web site,<br />
which had begun as a tiny dream—would be his life’s work.<br />
And what a magnum opus it was turning into.<br />
Still, Ross reasoned, it couldn’t hurt to reply to this Nob character, whoever he was, and see<br />
what he was willing to pay for the site. If this were a start-up in Silicon Valley, a financial offer<br />
would be one way to gauge its worth. After all, what was the worst that could happen? He could<br />
receive a lowball offer from Nob, and that would be the end of the conversation. Ross clicked the<br />
“reply” button on his computer, typed a very short eleven-word response, and hit “send.” “I’m open<br />
to the idea,” the e-mail said. “What did you have in mind?”<br />
As he waited for word from VJ about the mutiny, Ross went about his day, preparing for a<br />
camping trip he was about to go on with his old buddies from high school.<br />
Ross had returned to Texas a couple of weeks earlier. As he had promised Variety Jones, he was<br />
meditating in the early mornings or late afternoons, then working for a few hours on the site. To keep<br />
his sanity, and to keep his fears of law enforcement in check, he would socialize after work like any<br />
other normal programmer with a nine-to-five job. He went on hikes in the forest just outside Austin.<br />
He smoked some weed with his high school friends and went rock climbing with others. And he had,<br />
thankfully, avoided running into Julia since he’d returned to the Lone Star State.<br />
A few days went by before Ross heard back from Nob. But the e-mail was perplexing. Nob said<br />
that in order to make an official offer to buy the Silk Road, he would need to see financials, including<br />
“monthly gross sales from the site, net sales, percentage charged to sellers, total sellers, total buyers,<br />
site maintenance and upgrade costs (?), salaries for the administrator and monitors.”<br />
Ha! That’s never going to happen!<br />
There were only two people on earth who had seen those numbers; one was named Dread Pirate<br />
Roberts and the other was Ross Ulbricht. Even Variety Jones didn’t know all those details.<br />
DPR politely declined to share the numbers with Nob, citing the risk that such sensitive<br />
information could easily fall into the hands of law enforcement. But still, he decided to throw out a<br />
potential sale price for the site to see if the buyer was even remotely interested in an acquisition. At<br />
the very least, it was titillating to ponder the value of his creation. Facebook was now being valued at<br />
around $80 billion; Twitter was worth some $10 billion, and that place was run like a clown car.<br />
Surely the Silk Road offered something that, if not quite at their value (yet), was at least in the range<br />
for the right buyer. “I think an offer for the entire operation would need to be 9 figures for me to<br />
consider it,” Ross wrote to Nob.<br />
As this conversation continued, Variety Jones returned with whispers in his ear and reports ready<br />
for the Dread Pirate Roberts. It seemed the rumors about the mutiny were indeed correct. A group of<br />
dealers on the site weren’t happy with the new commission fees and they were weighing what to do<br />
next.<br />
Option one for these mutineers, Ross learned, would be to jump ship to a new, much smaller<br />
competing Web site that had recently come on the scene called Black Market. Then there was option<br />
two: for those behind the rebellion to go off and literally build a competing drug site that had much<br />
lower fees. Or finally, the worst-case scenario was not too dissimilar to what happens daily in real-