Well, it turns out India has been off gallivanting ahead in the crypto race. They’ve gobbled up the most shiny new crypto developers in 2024 – faster than you can say “blockchain bonanza!” It’s a land of young whizzes, tech whizzes, and grassroots aficionados who’ve decided that coding might as well be as common as eating pani puri. Why wave a flag when you can wave a laptop? 🇮🇳✨
Seed price from SEC report; harvest valuation from November 17 closing bell.
So, Vision One’s new love affair with Powell Industries is now public. They own 4.5% of their reported U.S. equity holdings, which totals $158.9 million. That’s like if your friend spent half their paycheck on a single vintage toaster from a flea market and then called it an “investment strategy.” The SEC filing reads like a grocery list written by someone who forgot to cross off the bread. Still, the math checks out: 23,591 shares at $282.05 per share equals roughly the cost of a mid-sized yacht, if yachts were made of circuit breakers.
According to a filing with Her Majesty’s (or rather, Uncle Sam’s) Securities and Exchange Commission, the fund’s third-quarter activities resembled a particularly decisive garden party guest list purge. Where once ACVA occupied a place of honor as the third-largest holding among ten equities, it now lingers only as a ghost at the feast-a memory draped in the faint melancholy of unmet earnings expectations. The shares, sold at a price of $6.64 apiece, had spent the preceding year tumbling like a clumsy acrobat from a tightrope, shedding 68.93% of their value with all the grace of a wet weekend in Brighton.
In this grand act of economic despair, relief appeared-an elixir conjured by the federal government: stimulus checks, those fleeting tokens of mercy handed to the humble and mollified middle classes. Three installments-March 2020, December 2020, and March 2021-each more a gesture than a solution, served as a cast of extras attempting to revive an ailing economy. These moments-particularly the initial two-unfolded under President Donald Trump’s watchpiece, a spectacle of audacity playing out at the close of his first act.
As revealed through the filings-an act conducted, naturally, with the languid indifference of those who believe themselves immune to markets’ capricious whims-Yunqi has, during the last quarter, quietly divested itself of all claims upon Futu, the sum closing at a market price of $153.79 on the very day the curtain fell. One suspects that behind this ready dismissal lies not mere prudence, but a subtle disdain for a partner who might have outgrown its débutante status and now seeks to claim the spotlight under a different guise.
According to the charming insights of the on-chain analytics platform Santiment, there’s been a rather melodramatic collapse in crowd sentiment. The chart at hand exhibits a sharp plunge in the ratio of bullish jubilation to bearish despair. Remarkably, it aligns with the ‘glorious’ plummet of Bitcoin itself and the emotional theatrics of retail traders left breathless by the relentless sell-off.
He thinks Zcash is giving off “third-party candidate vibes,” which, okay, fair. Gary Johnson or Jill Stein, you say? A slight. A definite slight. It’s like, Bitcoin is the sensible, slightly boring option and Zcash is… well, the one trying too hard to be edgy. The point is, splitting the vote now? When Bitcoin needs everyone on its team? Honestly, the audacity. 🤦♀️
Monad, a layer-1 network deftly masquerading in EVM robes, pulled in a staggering $269 million from what we might generously call “investors,” during a token sale that purportedly dwarfed this year’s ICO charts. Over 85,000 souls, possibly with less understanding than a pet goldfish, bought into the promise. The sale was oversubscribed? Naturally, like a shy poet at a tavern-more than enough, yet somehow still insufficient for the minds behind it.
The transaction unfolds thus: Shares sold, 23,506; Shares withheld, 203,571; Value, $226,400 by weighted average. Post-transaction, she retains 868,627 shares, a holding worth $8.2 million. The ledger, with its clean rows, betrays not frenzy but arithmetic routine. One might imagine Ms. Miller, quill in hand, inscribing these figures into a ledgers that have long since learned the gravity of silence.
